<?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-2838644028427651944</id><updated>2012-02-02T00:31:53.202-08:00</updated><category term='Church'/><category term='Email'/><category term='Random Bits of Knowledge'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='the caf'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Cute'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Inspirational'/><category term='Family Humor'/><category term='Venting'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='Mobile Blog'/><category term='School'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Ramblings from Liz</title><subtitle type='html'>a spurt of thoughts from a random mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>540</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-8196255462161607221</id><published>2012-01-14T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T19:50:56.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaning on the Everlasting Arms</title><content type='html'>I've always loved old hymns. Something about them is just so powerful. I think it comes from the fact that the words just flowed out. People weren't trying to write songs. These hymns were just natural expressions of the faith of these old saints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, the David Crowder Band released their final album. I couldn't have been any happier to discover that one of my all-time favorite hymns was on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Leaning on the Everlasting Arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What a fellowship, what a joy divine,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Leaning on the everlasting arms;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What a blessedness, what a peace is mine,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Leaning on the everlasting arms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Leaning, leaning, safe and secure from all alarms;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh, how sweet to walk in the pilgrim way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Leaning on the everlasting arms;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Oh, how bright the path grows from day to day,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Leaning on the everlasting arms.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What have I to dread, what have I to fear,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Leaning on the everlasting arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have blessed peace with my Lord so near,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Leaning on the everlasting arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-8196255462161607221?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8196255462161607221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=8196255462161607221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8196255462161607221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8196255462161607221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2012/01/leaning-on-everlasting-arms.html' title='Leaning on the Everlasting Arms'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-39506767505660256</id><published>2012-01-09T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:05:41.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeline</title><content type='html'>When I was about sixteen years old, I gave God my personal timeline. I had my future completely planned out. I knew what was going to happen and when. My six year plan was infallible. Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned eighteen and noticed my prior plans weren't happening. &lt;i&gt;God, where are you? Are you trying to teach me a lesson in patience? &lt;/i&gt;Twenty comes around. Another proposed milestone. Nothing. &lt;i&gt;God, why are you silent? &lt;/i&gt;At this point, I was beginning to panic. I didn't understand what God was doing. My plan included Him so why wasn't He going along with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I can see how much I've grown those seven years of my life. God was indeed teaching me a lesson in patience, but more importantly, He was teaching me a lesson in trust. Trusting that His ways are higher than my ways. Trusting that He would guide me as long as I remain on the right path. Trusting that His timing is MUCH better than my timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My six year plan has nearly been accomplished in one short month. I'm excited watching what God is doing in my life and hopeful for what He will continue to do. I am blessed beyond words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-39506767505660256?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/39506767505660256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=39506767505660256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/39506767505660256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/39506767505660256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2012/01/timeline.html' title='Timeline'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-3670432797640719346</id><published>2012-01-02T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T19:02:22.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Books You Don't Agree With</title><content type='html'>It's my first blog of the new year, and I decided to begin with a bit of honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle with the idea of reading books I don't agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I started reading two books simultaneously that I don't agree with. I didn't finish either of them. I want to finish them this year. They are popular books written by a popular author. But it's just so hard for me. I picked one back up today, read about ten pages, and then felt like I was wasting my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Do you think I'm wasting my time? Or do you think it'll only make me stronger?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-3670432797640719346?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3670432797640719346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=3670432797640719346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3670432797640719346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3670432797640719346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2012/01/reading-books-you-dont-agree-with.html' title='Reading Books You Don&apos;t Agree With'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-7538327850457060474</id><published>2011-12-31T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:59:02.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interactive Book List - 2011</title><content type='html'>I have compiled a book list of all the books I have read this year—but not just any book list, an interactive one! Click each title, and you will be taken to a page where you can purchase the book for your very own. Yeah, I know you're jumping up and down right now from the excitement. You're welcome. Oh, and the ones I hiiiiighly recommend have asterisks by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Radical-Taking-Faith-American-Dream/dp/B004H6WNOO?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Radical: Taking Back Your Faith from the American Dream by David Platt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B004H6WNOO" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;- completed January 4&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Grace-Abounding-Chief-Sinners-Bunyan/dp/1449985432?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Grace Abounding to the Chief of Sinners&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1449985432" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;by John Bunyan - completed January 22&lt;br /&gt;3-4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Princess-Bride-Morgensterns-Classic-Adventure/dp/0156035219?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;The Princess Bride: S. Morgenstern's Classic Tale of True Love and High Adventure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0156035219" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;and "Buttercup's Baby" by William Goldman - completed January 22&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://amzn.to/gfIHOR"&gt;The Knowledge of The Holy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;by A. W. Tozer - completed February 5&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Eat-Pray-Love-Everything-Indonesia/dp/0143118420?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman's Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0143118420" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Elizabeth Gilbert - completed February 8&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Importance-Being-Earnest-Oscar-Wilde/dp/1599868571?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;The Importance Of Being Earnest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1599868571" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;by Oscar Wilde - completed February 9&lt;br /&gt;8.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sunrise-Baxter-Book-Karen-Kingsbury/dp/0842387471?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Sunrise (Sunrise Series-Baxter 3, Book 1)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0842387471" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;by Karen Kingsbury - completed February 14&lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Summer-Sunrise-Baxter-Karen-Kingsbury/dp/084238748X?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Summer (Sunrise Series-Baxter 3, Book 2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=084238748X" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;by Karen Kingsbury - completed February 19&lt;br /&gt;10.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Someday-Sunrise-Baxter-Karen-Kingsbury/dp/0842387498?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Someday (Sunrise Series-Baxter 3, Book 3)&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0842387498" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Karen Kingsbury - completed March 7&lt;br /&gt;11.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sunset-Sunrise-Baxter-Karen-Kingsbury/dp/0842387587?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Sunset (Sunrise Series-Baxter 3, Book 4)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0842387587" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;by Karen Kingsbury - completed April 16&lt;br /&gt;12.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Air-Breathe-Worship-Way-Life/dp/1590526708?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;The Air I Breathe: Worship as a Way of Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1590526708" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Louie Giglio - completed April 22&lt;br /&gt;13.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Year-Blind-Dates-Single-Search/dp/B004E3XG1O?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;A Year of Blind Dates: A Single Girl's Search for "The One"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B004E3XG1O" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;by Megan Carson - completed May 21&lt;br /&gt;14.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Orthodoxy-Moody-Classics-G-Chesterton/dp/080245657X?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Orthodoxy (Moody Classics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=080245657X" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;by G. K. Chesterton - completed June 12&lt;br /&gt;15.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vintage-Jesus-Timeless-Questions-Theology/dp/1581349750?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Vintage Jesus: Timeless Answers to Timely Questions (Relit Theology)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1581349750" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Mark Driscoll - completed July 8&lt;br /&gt;16.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Puritan-Prayers-ebook/dp/B003UHVXDI?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Puritan Prayers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B003UHVXDI" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;- completed July 15&lt;br /&gt;17.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Peculiar-Treasures-Katie-Weldon-1/dp/031027656X?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Peculiar Treasures (The Katie Weldon Series #1)&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=031027656X" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Robin Jones Gunn - completed August 1&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B003E7EXSG/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=217145&amp;amp;creative=399369&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B003E7EXSG"&gt;On a Whim (The Katie Weldon Series #2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B003E7EXSG&amp;amp;camp=217145&amp;amp;creative=399369" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;by Robin Jones Gunn - completed September 6&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0042P5JQE/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=217145&amp;amp;creative=399373&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B0042P5JQE"&gt;Coming Attractions (Katie Weldon Series)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B0042P5JQE&amp;amp;camp=217145&amp;amp;creative=399373" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;by Robin Jones Gunn - completed September 25 &lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1613821042/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=217145&amp;amp;creative=399373&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1613821042"&gt;The Scarlet Letter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1613821042&amp;amp;camp=217145&amp;amp;creative=399373" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Nathaniel Hawthorne - completed October 16&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0743273567/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=217145&amp;amp;creative=399369&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0743273567"&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0743273567&amp;amp;camp=217145&amp;amp;creative=399369" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;by F. Scott Fitzgerald - completed October 22&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1414334729/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=217145&amp;amp;creative=399369&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1414334729"&gt;So Long, Insecurity: You've Been a Bad Friend to Us&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1414334729&amp;amp;camp=217145&amp;amp;creative=399369" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Beth Moore - completed November 1 &lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1604443227/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1604443227"&gt;Daily Strength for Daily Needs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1604443227" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;*&amp;nbsp;by Mary Wilder Tileston - completed December 31&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-7538327850457060474?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7538327850457060474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=7538327850457060474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/7538327850457060474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/7538327850457060474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/12/interactive-book-list-2011.html' title='Interactive Book List - 2011'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-978225100991662000</id><published>2011-11-30T23:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T23:51:34.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is Love and Love Never Fails</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of November Blog Fest. I'm sure all you devoted readers will miss me. But don't you worry...I wont be gone for long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this last day, I'm feeling the need to just sit back and soak up the fact that God is always faithful. I've seen it so many times in my life but even more so these past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading in 2 Kings and came across this passage: &lt;b&gt;"This shall be the sign to you from the LORD, that the LORD will do the thing that He has promised"&lt;/b&gt; (vs. 9). There's such a comfort in knowing that God will hold to His word and that He will fulfill all He has promised. He who began a good work in you will be faithful to complete it (Philippians 1:6). Don't you forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, I am learning a lesson of trust—trusting that God's ways are higher than my ways, and that His timing is more perfect than my time. God is Love and Love never fails. His promises are forever and His word is steadfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let that simmer. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-978225100991662000?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/978225100991662000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=978225100991662000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/978225100991662000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/978225100991662000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/god-is-love-and-love-never-fails.html' title='God is Love and Love Never Fails'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-2526495536316985093</id><published>2011-11-29T23:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T23:37:00.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, all it takes is remembering—remembering what the Lord has done for us in spite of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over how blessed I am. I am such a failure at life, but God doesn't cease showering me with His blessings. Whenever you find yourself in a complaining or mopey mood, just sit back and remember and recognize that He remembered you first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The LORD has remembered us; He will bless us." Psalm 115:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"My Father! What am I,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;that all Thy mercies sweet like sunlight fall&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so&amp;nbsp;constant o'er my way?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;That Thy great love should shelter me,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and guide my steps so tenderly&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;through every changing day?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;-Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Source: Tileston, Mary W. (2005-07-01). Daily Strength for Daily Needs (Kindle Locations 2474-2476). Public Domain Books. Kindle Edition.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-2526495536316985093?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2526495536316985093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=2526495536316985093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2526495536316985093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2526495536316985093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-1585741161336395379</id><published>2011-11-28T23:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:01:45.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Wanted!</title><content type='html'>I'm a nerd. I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent half my free time today trying to figure out how to send (and receive) picture messages on my new factory unlocked iphone 4s with t-mobile. I'm pretty much writing this blog so that it shows up on search engines and someone can help me. I DON'T want to jailbreak my phone. I got the settings down to send pictures messages but I still can't receive them. I get this error message every time someone sends me a picture: "The media content was not included due to a picture resolution or message size restriction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the settings I have so far! Someone, anyone, please help! I need a genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cellular Data:&lt;br /&gt;APN: wap.voicestream.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMS:&lt;br /&gt;APN:&amp;nbsp;wap.voicestream.com&lt;br /&gt;MMSC: http://mms.msg.eng.t-mobile.com/wapenc&lt;br /&gt;MMS Proxy: 216.155.165.50.8080&lt;br /&gt;MMS Max Message Size: 1048576&lt;br /&gt;MMS UA Prof URL: http://www.apple.com/mms/uaprof.rdf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-1585741161336395379?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1585741161336395379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=1585741161336395379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1585741161336395379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1585741161336395379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/help-wanted.html' title='Help Wanted!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-3224901383210910092</id><published>2011-11-27T23:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T23:37:43.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Today was such a good day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I never sleep, does it ever have to end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-3224901383210910092?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3224901383210910092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=3224901383210910092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3224901383210910092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3224901383210910092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-1818178734639075267</id><published>2011-11-26T23:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T23:48:39.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone Dilemma!</title><content type='html'>Let's see if Apple can redeem themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's situation was a major fail. Today, right when I woke up, I called Apple. They issued a return and I sent back my iPhone. I had a couple options for ordering my replacement. I could either order over the phone, order online again, or reserve one at a store. I didn't want to do either of the first two options because how would I be able to guarantee that the phone was actually unlocked? I wouldn't put it past Apple to make the same mistake again. And I just didn't wanna wait that long—it takes forever for a phone to get to America from China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer service guy told me that the unlocked iPhones weren't releasing in stores til tomorrow and even then, it wasn't guaranteed that they would be there. I would have to check back at 9 pm because that is when the store reservations begin. No joke, I checked at 8:59 and it showed that it was at the Apple Store I wanted to go to, but it wouldn't let me click "select" cuz it wasn't 9:00 yet. THAT'S how precise they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9:02, it worked. It WORKED. I reserved my black 16gb iPhone 4S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get to take it home with me tomorrow with NO problems. Fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-1818178734639075267?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1818178734639075267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=1818178734639075267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1818178734639075267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1818178734639075267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/iphone-dilemma.html' title='iPhone Dilemma!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-1958409879339164455</id><published>2011-11-25T22:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T22:49:44.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Major Fail</title><content type='html'>Today, my iphone came in the mail. I was excited...until I realized that they accidentally sent me one that wasn't unlocked. Major fail. :( Nowwww I have to wait even longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience may be a virtue, but I definitely don't have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-1958409879339164455?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1958409879339164455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=1958409879339164455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1958409879339164455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1958409879339164455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/apple-major-fail.html' title='Apple Major Fail'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-758566021407127912</id><published>2011-11-24T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T00:01:58.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Familia.</title><content type='html'>Can I just say, I LOVE my family and I am extremely thankful for them. Seriously. I love holidays because the best days are always family get-togethers. Short blog. Done deal. Only 6 more days of daily blogging! Think I'll come up with something? Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-758566021407127912?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/758566021407127912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=758566021407127912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/758566021407127912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/758566021407127912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/familia.html' title='Familia.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-3091720381407487666</id><published>2011-11-23T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T01:26:03.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hint of Jealousy</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in life, you can't help but be a little jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually at work, I take care of the time cards for us hourly "employees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, when I was asking everyone for their time cards, one of the girls sent me an instant message and told me that she doesn't need them anymore. Not gonna lie, there was definitely that hint of jealousy. Or maybe it was more than a hint. I've been at this job for almost 8 months and I'm still a temp. I LOVE my job, but I can't be a temp forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because when I got this job, part of me thought I was set forever. Now I feel like I am entering another phase of confusion. I know God has a purpose and a plan. One day at a time, that's what I gotta keep telling myself :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-3091720381407487666?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3091720381407487666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=3091720381407487666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3091720381407487666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3091720381407487666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/hint-of-jealousy.html' title='A Hint of Jealousy'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-258992287049896733</id><published>2011-11-22T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T01:09:38.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks: Part 2</title><content type='html'>Today is my parents' 31st anniversary.&amp;nbsp;And can I just say, I am &lt;b&gt;SO thankful&lt;/b&gt; to have parents that love each other and love me and love the Lord above all. Christian parents are so awesome&amp;nbsp;and I am definitely blessed with 2 of the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short blog! Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-258992287049896733?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/258992287049896733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=258992287049896733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/258992287049896733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/258992287049896733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanks-part-2.html' title='Thanks: Part 2'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-8147928980368395567</id><published>2011-11-21T23:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T00:02:22.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks :)</title><content type='html'>I've been in a bubble my whole life. It's one of those things that hit me like a train when I got a "real job." I mean, I knew that I had been in a bubble to some extent. I went to private schools from pre-school all the way through college. But I didn't realize how I had enclosed myself in this Christian sphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying having Christian friends is bad, but I had virtually no experience when it came to having non-Christian friends. I had very few opportunities to share my faith with others because everyone I hung out with me already shared my faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so strange meeting all kinds of different people now. The world's opinions on just the normal situations of life are SO different than the opinions of my brothers and sisters in Christ. But being around all these different types of people only makes me more appreciative and thankful of the Christian friends I have. God has been so good and has blessed me with many godly people in my life that have been there for me through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In light of Thanksgiving coming up in a few days, I felt the need to express my thanks to all my friends who have been there for me in all my different circumstances, encouraging me constantly in my walk with the Lord, and encouraging me to stay on the path that Christ has paved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks friends. You know who you are :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-8147928980368395567?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8147928980368395567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=8147928980368395567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8147928980368395567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8147928980368395567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanks.html' title='Thanks :)'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-6041027931695088111</id><published>2011-11-20T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T20:40:36.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountains.</title><content type='html'>January of this year, I was reading Deuteronomy and God spoke to me right in chapter one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have stayed long enough at this mountain. Turn and take your journey....See, I have set the land before you. Go in and take possession of the land..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I journaled this on January 23rd. Everyone has their own mountains. I believe I might have just gotten off of mine. Almost 10 months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seek first the kingdom of God and &lt;b&gt;the rest will be set before you&lt;/b&gt;." Matthew 6:33 (paraphrase)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;God, am I ready to get off my mountain and go in and take possession of the land set before me? Your will, Your timing, Your way. I trust You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-6041027931695088111?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6041027931695088111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=6041027931695088111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6041027931695088111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6041027931695088111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/mountains.html' title='Mountains.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-5043893168149505908</id><published>2011-11-19T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T00:39:45.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Civil Wars</title><content type='html'>I just got home from an amaaaazing concert. The Civil Wars were awesome as always. And Milo Greene were awesome as well! I love The Wiltern! Such an awesome venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty funny how many Calvary people we kept meeting and running into. It's a small, small world. That whole 6 degrees of separation thing, I definitely believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scatterbrain blog post! Sorry! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. They sang Billie Jean! Listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/PgNqe7m5kK4/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PgNqe7m5kK4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PgNqe7m5kK4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-5043893168149505908?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5043893168149505908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=5043893168149505908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/5043893168149505908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/5043893168149505908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/civil-wars.html' title='The Civil Wars'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-2435035807200613387</id><published>2011-11-18T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T03:20:17.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words</title><content type='html'>Sometimes words are not enough to capture raw emotion.&amp;nbsp;Hot chills and shakiness. What do those things say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no words. But for the sake of November Blog Fest (&lt;i&gt;Ah, why did I ever commit to this?), &lt;/i&gt;I am writing about my lack of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I will one day look back on this blog and remember specifically the situation that left me speechless. Only God knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-2435035807200613387?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2435035807200613387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=2435035807200613387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2435035807200613387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2435035807200613387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-words.html' title='No Words'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-5521958233078529915</id><published>2011-11-17T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T00:49:05.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>I'm cheating a little. I'm changing the time of this post so it shows that it's posted on the right day. I mean, technically, that's not even cheating because I just got home. So even though it's after midnight, it's still my Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand, I just wrote a paragraph and deleted it. I'm getting better with this whole prudence thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's teaching me a lot about prayer and about trust these days. I'm learning that a big part of prayer is just sitting there in silence and listening to God speak. I talk too much, and often I think I am a hindrance in my own life, because even when I pray about something, I focus too much on what I am telling God rather than what He is telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little something. Don't mind my overuse of commas in this post. It is almost 1 a.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-5521958233078529915?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5521958233078529915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=5521958233078529915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/5521958233078529915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/5521958233078529915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-1285303996018411125</id><published>2011-11-16T23:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T23:11:35.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless The Lord, O My Soul</title><content type='html'>This may be cheating, but I don't care. This song is so powerful! Read the lyrics and then listen to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"10,000 Reasons (Bless The Lord)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px;"&gt;Bless the Lord, O my soul&lt;br /&gt;O my soul&lt;br /&gt;Worship His holy name&lt;br /&gt;Sing like never before&lt;br /&gt;O my soul&lt;br /&gt;I'll worship Your holy name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun comes up, it's a new day dawning&lt;br /&gt;It's time to sing Your song again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whatever may pass, and whatever lies before me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let me be singing when the evening comes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless the Lord, O my soul&lt;br /&gt;O my soul&lt;br /&gt;Worship His holy name&lt;br /&gt;Sing like never before&lt;br /&gt;O my soul&lt;br /&gt;I'll worship Your holy name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're rich in love, and You're slow to anger&lt;br /&gt;Your name is great, and Your heart is kind&lt;br /&gt;For all Your goodness I will keep on singing&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand reasons for my heart to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless the Lord, O my soul&lt;br /&gt;O my soul&lt;br /&gt;Worship His holy name&lt;br /&gt;Sing like never before&lt;br /&gt;O my soul&lt;br /&gt;I'll worship Your holy name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that day when my strength is failing&lt;br /&gt;The end draws near and my time has come&lt;br /&gt;Still my soul will sing Your praise unending&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand years and then forevermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless the Lord, O my soul&lt;br /&gt;O my soul&lt;br /&gt;Worship His holy name&lt;br /&gt;Sing like never before&lt;br /&gt;O my soul&lt;br /&gt;I'll worship Your holy name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I'll worship Your holy name&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I'll worship Your holy name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing like never before&lt;br /&gt;O my soul&lt;br /&gt;I'll worship Your holy name&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I'll worship Your holy name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll worship Your holy name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/9jYLTn4fKYQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jYLTn4fKYQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jYLTn4fKYQ&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-1285303996018411125?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1285303996018411125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=1285303996018411125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1285303996018411125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1285303996018411125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/bless-lord-o-my-soul.html' title='Bless The Lord, O My Soul'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-2036145343802545615</id><published>2011-11-15T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T21:47:54.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackberry vs. iPhone</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm drawing a blank. If you would have asked me when I was still in the process of deciding if I was going to spend a nice chunk of money to buy and iphone, I would have been able to come up with a much better list. But this list is sufficient for my purposes, I guess. Here you have it folks: Blackberry vs. iPhone. Feel free to harp in!&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="10"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;    &lt;th&gt;Blackberry&lt;/th&gt;    &lt;th&gt;iPhone&lt;/th&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pros:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• super long battery life&lt;br /&gt;• small size so it fits in a pocket&lt;br /&gt;• buttons make it easier to text while doing other things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cons:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• not many good apps&lt;br /&gt;• software updates are few and far between&lt;br /&gt;• no Words with Friends!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pros:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• nice interface&lt;br /&gt;• good functionality&lt;br /&gt;• awesome apps&lt;br /&gt;• easier to sync with computer&lt;br /&gt;•&amp;nbsp;calendar is more functional&lt;br /&gt;• Instagram!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cons:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• large size&lt;br /&gt;• poor battery life&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-2036145343802545615?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2036145343802545615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=2036145343802545615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2036145343802545615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2036145343802545615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/blackberry-vs-iphone.html' title='Blackberry vs. iPhone'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-3786572526395131572</id><published>2011-11-14T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T21:48:49.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perpendicular Operation</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Be alert. Keep your thoughts always on Me. Give Me your trouble, WHATEVER it may be. There is no disturbance big enough to warrant your distress, because ANYTHING committed to Me will be taken care of.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Be steadfast, and be one about whom it can be said that you truly live and walk by FAITH. I will be with you and help you, and I will be your strength.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;No barrier shall stand in your way, because faith is a perpendicular operation. Your faith reaches straight up to Me, and My power comes straight dow upon the place of action.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be obedient to the gentlest promptings of My Spirit, for in a time of crisis, you are subject to more than the normal amount of distraction&lt;/b&gt;. "&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;-from Frances Robert's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1593102917/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=217145&amp;amp;creative=399369&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1593102917"&gt;Progress of Another Pilgrim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-color: initial !important; border-width: initial !important;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1593102917&amp;amp;camp=217145&amp;amp;creative=399369" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-3786572526395131572?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3786572526395131572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=3786572526395131572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3786572526395131572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3786572526395131572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/perpendicular-operation.html' title='A Perpendicular Operation'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-6600360270982442346</id><published>2011-11-13T17:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T17:55:11.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starstruck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/hipstermermaid" target="_blank"&gt;hipstermermaid&lt;/a&gt; is my FAVORITE account on twitter. I nearly pee my pants from laughter every time I read any of his tweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, he made a blog. SOOO exciting. I decided to share my excitement with my friend Josh (who actually knows him). And the mastermind behind hipstermermaid himself commented on my wall post. STARSTRUCK, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJplDvLtwMo/TsB02sav-WI/AAAAAAAAIvw/hvRMp6kxzWs/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-11-13+at+5.45.05+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJplDvLtwMo/TsB02sav-WI/AAAAAAAAIvw/hvRMp6kxzWs/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-11-13+at+5.45.05+PM.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-6600360270982442346?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6600360270982442346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=6600360270982442346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6600360270982442346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6600360270982442346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/starstruck.html' title='Starstruck.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IJplDvLtwMo/TsB02sav-WI/AAAAAAAAIvw/hvRMp6kxzWs/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2011-11-13+at+5.45.05+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-3373433896409506523</id><published>2011-11-12T22:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T22:16:10.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Places</title><content type='html'>I feel like I've written about this before. But it's so crazy to me that I see so much of myself in the stubbornness of the Israelites in the Old Testament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading through 2nd Kings right now. It's the same story over and over. So and so did right in the sight of the Lord, but the high places were not removed. Over and over. King after king. I find myself getting frustrated as I read. &lt;i&gt;When will these people ever learn?! &lt;/i&gt;I think to myself. But isn't it strange that I do the same thing? Here I am, walking with the Lord, but have I removed the high places? Not really. It's always the same thing over and over with me and I seem to never learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;God, here I am once again, trying to entrust this area of my life &lt;b&gt;completely&lt;/b&gt; over to You. Please break down my high places.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-3373433896409506523?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3373433896409506523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=3373433896409506523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3373433896409506523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3373433896409506523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/high-places.html' title='High Places'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-6415577839551389334</id><published>2011-11-11T19:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T19:38:14.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone Rant</title><content type='html'>Read the comments. They are pretty darn hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.macrumors.com/2011/11/11/apple-begins-offering-unlocked-iphone-4s-in-u-s-online-store/"&gt;http://www.macrumors.com/2011/11/11/apple-begins-offering-unlocked-iphone-4s-in-u-s-online-store/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered my unlocked iPhone 4S today. I am SUPER EXCITED! The purpose of the blog is the justification of my spending a ridiculous amount of money on a phone. You see, I agree with the majority of the comments on the link above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the phone is expensive. I am well aware of that. But in the long run (actually, 11 months which isn't even that long), the phone will practically pay for itself. I am a proud T-Mobile customer. I am on a family plan, and we pay about $120/month for 3 phones with more than enough minutes, more than enough data, and unlimited texting. That means my phone is $40/month. Most people with iPhones pay about $100/month for 1 phone. That is $60 more per month than what I pay. In 11 months, the average person would have spend more money on their plan than I did on my phone. Believe me folks, I thought long and hard about this. So there we have it. All you haters out there can stop hating. Just be thankful I spent my own money and not yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-6415577839551389334?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6415577839551389334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=6415577839551389334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6415577839551389334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6415577839551389334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/iphone-rant.html' title='iPhone Rant'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-5823873787549282894</id><published>2011-11-10T23:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T23:13:47.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Out</title><content type='html'>Today was weird. I felt like it was Friday all day...and then I was disappointed when I realized it was only Thursday. Also, I am majorly sleepy so I can't think straight. Therefore, this is another blah blog. It's mainly just a post to inform everyone that I have eaten out every single day this week. I am going to get fat and die. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but tomorrow is 11/11/11...and Friday! Yay! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-5823873787549282894?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5823873787549282894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=5823873787549282894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/5823873787549282894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/5823873787549282894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/eating-out.html' title='Eating Out'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-4546732316811341639</id><published>2011-11-09T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T23:04:54.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elevator Adventures</title><content type='html'>What's November Blog Fest without a creeper story?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to have known you were bound to get one. My life appears to be incomplete without them. It wasn't thaaaat bad today, but it is still definitely blog-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three elevators in the office building where I work. My work is on the fourth floor, along with some other companies, one of those companies being Wells Fargo. This morning when I got to work, I noticed that there was caution tape over one of the elevator doors. A man came in the same time I did but from the opposite entrance. Left with only two elevator choices, we both ended up on the same one. When I pushed the button for the fourth floor, he immediately asked, "Wells Fargo?" to which I replied, "No, sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, cuz I have this package and I was going to give it to you."&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about I give you this package and you give me your number?"&lt;br /&gt;"No thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the elevator ride seemed to last an eternity. When the doors opened, I practically flew out of there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-4546732316811341639?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4546732316811341639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=4546732316811341639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/4546732316811341639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/4546732316811341639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/elevator-adventures.html' title='Elevator Adventures'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-6502292327641711931</id><published>2011-11-08T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T19:11:09.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slum of Christian Cliché</title><content type='html'>Last night, I went to an &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;INCREDIBLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://gungormusic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Gungor&lt;/a&gt; concert. They are truly a group of talented musicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their set list was arranged differently than they typically would do it. They went along with the flow of their new album, keeping it as a narrative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got to their song "Ezekiel," I noticed something strange. Now, if you're familiar with their new album and particularly this song, you will understand exactly what I am talking about. There were many many hands raised. &lt;i&gt;Why?! &lt;/i&gt;I thought to myself. &lt;i&gt;This isn't a worship song. &lt;/i&gt;I kept looking around the auditorium. Hundreds of people had their hands raised. I was completely confused. During a song like this, hands being raised couldn't possibly mean praise and they couldn't really mean surrender either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song was written based on an extremely graphic chapter of the Bible (Ezekiel 16).&amp;nbsp;In this chapter, the prophet Ezekiel went on rant because God's people were whoring themselves to the world. The song actually tones down the intensity of the chapter a bit. This is not a song where you would typically lift your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like people often fall in the slum of Christian cliché. It's what you do. You're at church and music is playing so you habitually lift up your hands. You don't even realize what words are being sung. In fact, your mind isn't even there. You're thinking about dinner later that night or what you're doing the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found yourself in the slum of Christian cliché?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-6502292327641711931?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6502292327641711931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=6502292327641711931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6502292327641711931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6502292327641711931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/slum-of-christian-cliche.html' title='The Slum of Christian Cliché'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-9113480439016818426</id><published>2011-11-07T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:01:14.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stubborn</title><content type='html'>"'Ah, stubborn children,' declares the LORD, 'who carry out a plan, but not mine...'" Isaiah 30:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse keeps popping up in my life. Out of nowhere too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's telling me something. He's stopping me dead in my tracks. Yet, I am being emotionally stubborn. Why am I fighting for what I want when it's clearly something God doesn't want? I even go as far as trying to convince myself that it actually isn't that clear and maybe I am misinterpreting what God is telling me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;God, please make Your will for me clear in this situation. Help me not to be stubborn and help me to want what You want above what I want. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-9113480439016818426?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/9113480439016818426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=9113480439016818426' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/9113480439016818426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/9113480439016818426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/stubborn.html' title='Stubborn'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-6008089647526681375</id><published>2011-11-06T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T19:26:07.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Hopping</title><content type='html'>Today, I did something I usually am not a fan of. I went Church hopping. Mind you, I haven't completely ditched my church. It was only one day. And it really isn't hopping if you're committed. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Mars Hill OC this morning and I really want to go again. I love my church, but I feel like my ministry is sucking me dry. I love being involved and I love serving, but it gets harder and harder when you don't have time to go and be fed. I feel like I need to plug in more, more for myself, so I can balance out my serving and my being fed. But how do I do that when there aren't enough days in the week and not enough hours in the day?! Whyyy is life so busy?! Satan's using my busyness to distract me. I blogged about this very thing not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more spiritual nutrition. I need more Jesus time. I need to get away from my distractions. But how??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-6008089647526681375?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6008089647526681375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=6008089647526681375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6008089647526681375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6008089647526681375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/church-hopping.html' title='Church Hopping'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-2826666546149498588</id><published>2011-11-05T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T11:45:38.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>I forgive but I don't forget. Actually, I stay angry for a long time even after forgiving. And yes, that makes sense in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's showing me a lot about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the LORD said, "Is it right for you to be angry?" -Jonah 4:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Injuries hurt not more in the receiving than in the remembrance. A small injury shall go as it comes; a great injury may dine or sup with me; but none at all shall lodge with me. Why should I vex myself because another hath vexed me? Grief for things past that cannot be remedied, and care for things to come that cannot be prevented, may easily hurt, can never benefit me. I will therefore commit myself to God in both, and enjoy the present." -Joseph Hall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Why dwell on things that only caused me pain? No one is bothered in my anger, except for me. Let go, and let God. That's one of the cliche Christian phrases that I have to keep telling myself. God is in control of every situation in my life, including the dramatic ones. He'll take care of them. All I have to do is entrust them &lt;b&gt;completely&lt;/b&gt; over to Him. No anger, no hard feelings, no bad memories. Just trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-2826666546149498588?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2826666546149498588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=2826666546149498588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2826666546149498588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2826666546149498588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-50085455181542739</id><published>2011-11-04T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T19:02:06.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prudence</title><content type='html'>I wrote three blog drafts late last night and realized today that I shouldn't post any of them. Note to self: your blog is not your journal. There's a lot going on in my life these days, a lot that's keeping my brain and heart occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been praying a lot about prudence, something I don't have that I wish I did.&amp;nbsp;It's often hard for me to know when to keep my mouth shut. I open up so quickly. I tell everyone everything and almost always regret it. It seems like this is the lesson I have been learning lately. It's almost as if God is allowing the drama in my life in order for me to learn when to be prudent and when to share it with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends said it well: "Life is like a box of chocolates, don't let everyone have a piece of it." SO true. It's hard to get things back once you've given them away. Especially emotions. I'm working on it. God is teaching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 8:12&lt;br /&gt;"I, wisdom, dwell with prudence, and I find knowledge and discretion."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-50085455181542739?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/50085455181542739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=50085455181542739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/50085455181542739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/50085455181542739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/prudence.html' title='Prudence'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-4286274652536151249</id><published>2011-11-03T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T23:12:00.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pros and Cons Lists</title><content type='html'>I'm a big fan of lists. I always have been. My favorite kind of lists are pros and cons lists. They just seem to shed light on a lot that I wouldn't otherwise see. I'm currently in the process of making 2 pros and cons lists. One will be posted on this blog: the pros and cons of the iphone versus the blackberry. The other, well, I can't really talk about that one. I'm trying to practice prudence. Ha! But now I'm just making all of you curious so I'll just shut up now. Okay, this blog was a waste of your time. Sorry for making you read that. You were bound to get a blah blog during November Blogfest. Happy blogging! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-4286274652536151249?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4286274652536151249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=4286274652536151249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/4286274652536151249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/4286274652536151249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/pros-and-cons-lists.html' title='Pros and Cons Lists'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-898353454683387552</id><published>2011-11-02T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T23:06:05.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Time</title><content type='html'>Today, I woke up with a goal of having some Jesus time when I got off of work. My Jesus time has been lacking lately, and I wanted to make up for it. I purposely didn't plan anything. I usually go out with friends before church on Wednesdays, but today, I just wanted to sit in my car—me and Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Satan didn't like my plan. I got to church an hour and a half early. I did nothing more than open my Bible before a friend walked up to my car and invited herself in. Within a minute, another friend had jumped in. We were en route to Starbucks. &lt;i&gt;Sorry Jesus, you'll have to wait, &lt;/i&gt;I thought. I was bummed. My me and Jesus time had turned into a typical Starbucks date. Or so I thought. Jesus didn't allow Himself to be thrown on the back burner though. My intentions were good. And so Jesus joined us for our Starbucks date. The conversation was definitely one that I can look back on, knowing that it was glorifying to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jesus, for blessing me with Godly friends, ones that can have Jesus time with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-898353454683387552?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/898353454683387552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=898353454683387552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/898353454683387552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/898353454683387552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/jesus-time.html' title='Jesus Time'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-18807522767883896</id><published>2011-11-01T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T20:35:37.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November Blogfest</title><content type='html'>Life has gotten extremely busy. I am tired of being an adult, but there is no turning back. Working full-time has gotten the best of me. I am trying to maintain my social life, but that requires a sacrifice of sleep. This probably is detrimental to my health. But I deserve to have friend time, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the midst of my busyness, I am taking on the challenge of blogging every day for November Blogfest. Why, might you ask? To get back into a routine. Somehow, routine maintains responsibility and helps keeps me focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt convicted as I read a friend's &lt;a href="http://tylerbianco.com/" target="_blank"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"In the midst of stress I try to cope by shutting down parts of my life; I unplug, and drop the ball. My walk falters. My relationships become more distant as I become reclusive. My work suffers. My ministry suffers. I suffer. And yet I march proudly down this road imagining that I’m on another. Well convincing—lying to—myself and others that I am hard at work accomplishing all that God has set before me."&lt;/blockquote&gt;My walk has definitely been suffering lately, as has my ministry. And here I am, taking on another task. For the next month, I am going to use my blog as a place to unwind, a place to make sense of all the things God is showing me. There will be the random post here and there (how can I do away with those? ha!), but for the most part, I'm going to be as uncensored as I can be in a public forum. Stay tuned, folks! Hopefully you'll be able to gain some insight from what God is teaching me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-18807522767883896?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/18807522767883896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=18807522767883896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/18807522767883896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/18807522767883896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-blogfest.html' title='November Blogfest'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-1596436519119999838</id><published>2011-10-25T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T15:59:36.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cellphone Timeline</title><content type='html'>I have cellphone ADD. I can't seem to keep the same phone for a long time. It's pretty amusing actually. So much so, that I felt the need to make a timeline blog! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first phone...good ol' Nokia 3390! This phone had the first version of Snake! Best game everrrr! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phonzplus.biz/phonepics/tmobile3390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.phonzplus.biz/phonepics/tmobile3390.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next phone was just toooooo cute. Samsung x475.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theaccessoryking.com/images/samsung/samsung-x475-detail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.theaccessoryking.com/images/samsung/samsung-x475-detail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I got a green phone. I love all things green! Motorola W490.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.zoovy.com/img/replaceyourcell/W197-H400-Bffffff/7/w490_green_motorola_cell_phone_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.zoovy.com/img/replaceyourcell/W197-H400-Bffffff/7/w490_green_motorola_cell_phone_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuut of course, that didn't have enough good features. So I moved onto the Samsung T619. That's right, 1.9 mp camera and all! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ak1.ostkcdn.com/images/products/P12655871.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ak1.ostkcdn.com/images/products/P12655871.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuuut I wanted an iPhone SO badly. SO SO badly. Sooooo I got an unlocked one :) First generation. Vintage status now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://magnetfish.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Apple-iphone-1st-First-generation-phone-2007-first-ever-appearance-of-iPhone-in-this-world.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://magnetfish.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Apple-iphone-1st-First-generation-phone-2007-first-ever-appearance-of-iPhone-in-this-world.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why anyone in their right mind would switch to something else after having an iPhone...I told you I have cellphone ADD! Next up: Samsung Gravity T669!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://reviews.cnet.com/sc/34122654-2-440-OVR-1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://reviews.cnet.com/sc/34122654-2-440-OVR-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuut after having an iPhone, this just didn't satisfy. Back to smartphone I go! Blackberry Curve 8520! (Yep, I went from iPhone to Blackberry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://suretoshop.com/india/images/blackberry-curve-8520.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://suretoshop.com/india/images/blackberry-curve-8520.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to convert it into a green phone (bad idea!), thrashed it, and then got a new Blackberry instead. Blackberry Curve 9300!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cell-gear.com/images/categories/Blackberry_9300_9330_Curve_RIM_3G.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://cell-gear.com/images/categories/Blackberry_9300_9330_Curve_RIM_3G.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, folks! My entire cellphone history! I'm craving a new phone. A new iPhone 4S. I'm probably gonna get one, don't you worry! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-1596436519119999838?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1596436519119999838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=1596436519119999838' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1596436519119999838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1596436519119999838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/10/cellphone-timeline.html' title='Cellphone Timeline'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-6867455044372491446</id><published>2011-10-22T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T18:10:45.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I Splurge?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh. My. Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can it be?!??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$650 for a phone??? Is it worth it?!&amp;nbsp;It's legal now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7M4oCGIi1BM/TqNpON7ZxPI/AAAAAAAAIvc/yhjTifO6OVU/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-10-22+at+6.07.56+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7M4oCGIi1BM/TqNpON7ZxPI/AAAAAAAAIvc/yhjTifO6OVU/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-10-22+at+6.07.56+PM.png" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-6867455044372491446?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6867455044372491446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=6867455044372491446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6867455044372491446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6867455044372491446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/10/should-i-splurge.html' title='Should I Splurge?!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7M4oCGIi1BM/TqNpON7ZxPI/AAAAAAAAIvc/yhjTifO6OVU/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2011-10-22+at+6.07.56+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-5859789786362157713</id><published>2011-10-20T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T20:05:10.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is Well With My Soul</title><content type='html'>Horatio Spafford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you've never even heard of the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this man wrote one of the most popular hymns in history, "It Is Well With My Soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the words of the hymn, you would never know how many miserable trials the man was going through. First, his only son died at the age of 4. Then, the great Chicago fire destroyed him financially. He planned to travel to Europe with his family, but financial issues caused by the fire delayed him. He sent his family ahead, but the ship sank while it was crossing the Atlantic. Miraculously, his wife survived, but all four of his daughters were lost to the sea. As Spafford rode on the next ship to catch up with his grieving wife, he wrote the famous words to this hymn. Interestingly, he was able to praise the Lord and say "it is well with my soul" even in the midst of his extreme trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trials pale in comparison to his, but I don't know that I have ever praised the Lord in the midst of them. &lt;i&gt;Lord, please give me faith enough to see You in the midst of the storm. Help me to lift up my hands and my heart in praise even when I am humbled and down on my face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"It Is Well With My Soul"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When peace like a river, attendeth my way,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When sorrows like sea billows roll;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to know,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It is well, it is well, with my soul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is well, with my soul,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is well, with my soul,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is well, it is well, with my soul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let this blest assurance control,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And hath shed His own blood for my soul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sin, not in part but the whole,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If Jordan above me shall roll,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But Lord, 'tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sky, not the grave, is our goal;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even so, it is well with my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-5859789786362157713?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5859789786362157713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=5859789786362157713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/5859789786362157713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/5859789786362157713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-is-well-with-my-soul.html' title='It Is Well With My Soul'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-8666370263146923310</id><published>2011-10-18T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:41:51.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Striving Is Not Waiting</title><content type='html'>We got into a huge fight today and I feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of all this striving. I'm putting so much emotion and energy in a person who depletes my supply. Why is it so hard for guys to say a simple "I'm sorry"? That is all it takes. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically enough, Pastor Brian's message two Sundays ago at church really hit me. (What's new? Pastor Brian always does that.) His message was about waiting on the Lord. He basically said the following: panicking is not waiting, striving is not waiting, fighting is not waiting, and scheming is not waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, help me to wait on You. Clearly, I am having difficulties.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-8666370263146923310?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8666370263146923310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=8666370263146923310' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8666370263146923310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8666370263146923310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/10/striving-is-not-waiting.html' title='Striving Is Not Waiting'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-1149715938226112293</id><published>2011-10-09T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:49:39.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twang</title><content type='html'>I used to &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; country music. With a passion. Now, I can handle it, but I still don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely though, I loooooove bluegrass music. It makes my heart happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several people over the years have asked me how that is possible. Some have even stooped so low as to say that bluegrass and country are the same thing. But I beg to differ. They may use the same instruments, but they definitely sing about different things. And bluegrass has no twang. So there we have it. The source of my hatred: twang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-1149715938226112293?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1149715938226112293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=1149715938226112293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1149715938226112293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1149715938226112293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/10/twang.html' title='Twang'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-5625988392998781108</id><published>2011-09-26T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:42:28.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#Passion2012</title><content type='html'>I love the Passion Conferences. I love Louie Giglio. I love that technology is so advanced that I can watch it live even across the country :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice, my tweet showed up on the right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8U8X9VcGEns/ToEr_86uJcI/AAAAAAAAIvY/cT5bnubq8UA/s1600/Screen+Shot+2011-09-26+at+6.44.13+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8U8X9VcGEns/ToEr_86uJcI/AAAAAAAAIvY/cT5bnubq8UA/s640/Screen+Shot+2011-09-26+at+6.44.13+PM.png" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-5625988392998781108?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5625988392998781108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=5625988392998781108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/5625988392998781108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/5625988392998781108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/09/passion0212.html' title='#Passion2012'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8U8X9VcGEns/ToEr_86uJcI/AAAAAAAAIvY/cT5bnubq8UA/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2011-09-26+at+6.44.13+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-6159664852295871448</id><published>2011-09-20T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T22:06:15.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just pay attention and respond appropriately.</title><content type='html'>I love when God uses novels to speak to me. Ahh the beauty of Christian novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am on the last book of a Christian romance novel series. The first two books were amazing. Buuuut, the last one isn't going as expected. I guess I was expecting it to be a fairy tale ending, but it's looking a lot more realistic than fairy tale at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got frustrated. I even flipped to the back of the book to get a sneak peak at what would happen. I got even more frustrated and put the book down for a couple days. Today, I picked it up again. (I never quit midway through a book.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, God met me right where I'm at. Always. The last couple of lines of the chapter I was reading hit me like a brick. I couldn't even read any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just &lt;b&gt;pay attention to what God is doing&lt;/b&gt;, Katie. That's all I'm saying. &lt;b&gt;Just pay attention and respond appropriately&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-6159664852295871448?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6159664852295871448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=6159664852295871448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6159664852295871448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6159664852295871448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-pay-attention-and-respond.html' title='Just pay attention and respond appropriately.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-8701739515483373646</id><published>2011-09-17T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T21:28:17.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;"Only He knows your true desire,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;and only He is able to purify your desire&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;and deepen your commitment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Go your way in peace,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;knowing He has promised to perfect&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;that which concerneth you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;and His ways are ways of wisdom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-8701739515483373646?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8701739515483373646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=8701739515483373646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8701739515483373646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8701739515483373646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/09/ways-of-wisdom.html' title='Ways of Wisdom'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-983560464511321780</id><published>2011-09-02T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:11:55.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Author</title><content type='html'>Ahh, the blog, the perfect place to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I feel like my love life is on repeat. Same story with every single guy. I'm not gonna go into details, but I feel angry and I feel hurt. I think this time is the worst. I want to puke and I also want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the midst of my frustration over the repetition of sucky circumstances, my friends have been such encouragements. There were a few that I texted in my initial moment of hurt, and they each gave me more encouragement than I knew what to do with. And still, I felt the need to vent on facebook. (I'm just whiny today...) I posted this as my facebook status: If my life were a book, it would be a misprint. Chapter 1, chapter 1, chapter 1, chapter 1. I'm sick of all this repetition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came the biggest encouragement of all in one short yet powerful comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Just gotta remember who's writing it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO thankful that God is writing my story. My life story AND my love story. He's a much greater author than I could ever dream of being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-983560464511321780?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/983560464511321780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=983560464511321780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/983560464511321780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/983560464511321780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/09/author.html' title='Author'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-3249458411865983769</id><published>2011-08-23T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T10:09:25.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selah</title><content type='html'>Selah's an oldie but goodie when it comes to the Christian music scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their new album "Hope of the Broken World" is full of musical goodness. In addition to their own newly written songs, they snuck in a beautiful classic "Tis So Sweet To Trust In Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna leave you hanging so you can feel intrigued to check them out yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/LX1EFPtTZ5U/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LX1EFPtTZ5U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LX1EFPtTZ5U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hope-Broken-World-Selah/dp/B004Y1QQ4A/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1314429327&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Buy the album. Do it.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-3249458411865983769?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3249458411865983769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=3249458411865983769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3249458411865983769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3249458411865983769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/08/selah.html' title='Selah'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-7799257225357923235</id><published>2011-08-21T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:44:27.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seek Me When The Sun Is Shining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Give Me every care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Give Me every burden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Give Me every fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I stand ready to help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;You have only BEGUN to taste of My goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I am loving you all the time, but you come to Me mostly in periods of stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I want to teach you to live continually in My presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I can give you more constructive help when you are well than when you are sick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;but when you are well, you are too busy to give Me the opportunity to minister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;So I help you now in the hour of discouragement,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;and I ask you to seek Me when the sun is shining and all is well again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Now I can comfort; then I can teach.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Now I can bless you, but then I can help you even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Be obedient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I have a beautiful work for you to do for Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 55:22&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Cast your burden on the LORD, and He will sustain you;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He will never permit the righteous to be moved."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Progress-Another-Pilgrim-Devotional-Unabridged/dp/1593102917?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Progress of Another Pilgrim: The Original Devotional Classic, Powerful and Enduring (Complete and Unabridged)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1593102917" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;by&amp;nbsp;Frances Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-7799257225357923235?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7799257225357923235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=7799257225357923235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/7799257225357923235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/7799257225357923235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/08/seek-me-when-sun-is-shining.html' title='Seek Me When The Sun Is Shining'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-6429034786629415403</id><published>2011-08-19T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T20:17:22.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back in America now...but I miss England already.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But alas, absence makes the heart grow fonder.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPneMghDbgs/Tk8nA_5IpjI/AAAAAAAAIu8/DNFhdRq2P9o/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPneMghDbgs/Tk8nA_5IpjI/AAAAAAAAIu8/DNFhdRq2P9o/s640/DSC_0061.JPG" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-6429034786629415403?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6429034786629415403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=6429034786629415403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6429034786629415403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6429034786629415403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time...'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPneMghDbgs/Tk8nA_5IpjI/AAAAAAAAIu8/DNFhdRq2P9o/s72-c/DSC_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-3403249544640741838</id><published>2011-08-03T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T20:13:07.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Appointment</title><content type='html'>Well, it's that time of year again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in a quaint English cottage in Cornwall, England at the moment. It's pouring rain outside and I can hear it through the windows. It is perfection here. I could live here for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creationfest starts on Saturday. I am sooooo excited to see all the awesome things God is going to do this year! God has already showed His hand. Today, we went out to a small town called Padstow. This was the same town where Briana and I had met a woman last year who tugged at our hearts. She was supposed to move away in January to marry a man she really shouldn't have married. Randomly throughout the year, I would remember her and pray for her. But strangely, I never once thought to pray that God would have intervened and stopped the wedding plans. Briana made a mention of that today, and immediately I started praying that it would have been the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to Padstow, we booked it to the insurance place where she worked. After about a minute (only!) we saw her! Talk about a divine appointment! She didn't have time to stand and chat at that moment, but she told us when she would be off of work. We went back and exchanged facebook info and phone numbers later. So cool to see how God worked that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, please use me as an encouragement to this woman. It was Your divine appointment, now please work Your divine work in Your divine timing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-3403249544640741838?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3403249544640741838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=3403249544640741838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3403249544640741838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3403249544640741838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/08/divine-appointment.html' title='Divine Appointment'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-7820922102161230741</id><published>2011-07-17T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T19:49:05.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Faithfulness</title><content type='html'>I just re-read a bit of my journal and was SO blown away at God's faithfulness. So many of the prayers I have prayed in the recent past have already been answered! I love seeing the outcome of God doing His work and directing me on the path He chooses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"A man's heart plans his ways, but the LORD directs his steps." Proverbs 16:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: 26px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-7820922102161230741?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7820922102161230741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=7820922102161230741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/7820922102161230741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/7820922102161230741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/07/gods-faithfulness.html' title='God&apos;s Faithfulness'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-2233551908989710732</id><published>2011-07-04T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T11:28:55.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Man</title><content type='html'>Me: I hate that I sneeze like an old man.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Maybe you were an old man in your past life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, I love my dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-2233551908989710732?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2233551908989710732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=2233551908989710732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2233551908989710732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2233551908989710732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-i-hate-that-i-sneeze-like-old-man.html' title='Old Man'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-3172611779090432332</id><published>2011-06-12T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T17:21:03.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Be not disturbed by what you feel,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but set your thoughts on what you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and what I have revealed to you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and new faith shall spring forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Never doubt My love when things are dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Situations never change Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The deeper your need,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;the more I will respond if you call on Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In this way you can turn the darkness into blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hold to My hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;No other support is necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Human love is comforting, but divine love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;the love of God the Father, is greater."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;-from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Progress-Another-Pilgrim-Devotional-Unabridged/dp/1593102917?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Progress of Another Pilgrim: The Original Devotional Classic, Powerful and Enduring (Complete and Unabridged)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1593102917" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;by&amp;nbsp;Frances Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-3172611779090432332?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3172611779090432332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=3172611779090432332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3172611779090432332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3172611779090432332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/06/divine-love.html' title='Divine Love'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-3593801448600771206</id><published>2011-06-05T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T21:03:16.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Car!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I bought my dream car. Actually, it is above and beyond my dream car, for it is a model I never would have even tried for. But God is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/251341_536053224271_139000860_30958247_83569_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/251341_536053224271_139000860_30958247_83569_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the color I want, I have a moonroof (yes, moon not sun), I have rims opposed to hub caps, and the dealership gave me a full tank of gas. It's the little things :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-3593801448600771206?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3593801448600771206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=3593801448600771206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3593801448600771206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3593801448600771206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-car.html' title='New Car!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-4727144474220236595</id><published>2011-06-01T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T23:17:44.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm3wtlEjYN1qixk3ao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm3wtlEjYN1qixk3ao1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-4727144474220236595?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4727144474220236595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=4727144474220236595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/4727144474220236595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/4727144474220236595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-2587171107324348358</id><published>2011-05-31T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:41:29.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Built in Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Grant me grace to bear Thy will without repining, and delight to be not only chiseled, squared, or fashioned, but separated from the old rock where I have been embedded so long, and lifted from the quarry to the upper air, where I may be built in Christ forever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-2587171107324348358?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2587171107324348358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=2587171107324348358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2587171107324348358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2587171107324348358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/05/built-in-christ.html' title='Built in Christ'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-6910822571221940948</id><published>2011-05-24T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T23:37:19.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely at Weddings</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm desperate for a boyfriend or desperate for a husband. I just really wish I had someone to go to weddings with so I don't have to go by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Lonely at Weddings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-6910822571221940948?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6910822571221940948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=6910822571221940948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6910822571221940948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6910822571221940948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/05/lonely-at-weddings.html' title='Lonely at Weddings'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-4132680128269499832</id><published>2011-05-21T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T20:18:19.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firstfruits</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for over a month. What's happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning into an old lady, that's what. Working full-time does strange things to the body. I get tired around 8 pm every night. Granted, I do not sleep right when I get tired, but still. I feel like I have no time for anything anymore (yet I somehow manage to squeeze in Disneyland trips since I just got a pass).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of all this is that I feel like I am putting God on the back burner. Yeah, I haven't completely pushed Him out of my life, but I am definitely not giving Him the firstfruits of my time. &lt;i&gt;Lord, forgive me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in times like these that I can really say that I am thankful for His never-ending grace. No matter how sucky I am, He never gives up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2 Timothy 2:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"If we are faithless, He remains faithful..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-4132680128269499832?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4132680128269499832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=4132680128269499832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/4132680128269499832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/4132680128269499832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/05/firstfruits.html' title='Firstfruits'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-3939175672490862014</id><published>2011-04-16T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T14:02:02.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Offering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"So here's what I want you to do,&amp;nbsp;God helping you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Take your everyday, ordinary life—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;your sleeping, eating, going-to-work,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and walking-around life—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and place it before God as an offering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for Him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Romans 12:1 MSG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-3939175672490862014?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3939175672490862014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=3939175672490862014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3939175672490862014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3939175672490862014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/04/offering.html' title='Offering'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-1133357395433977695</id><published>2011-04-16T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T10:51:05.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monopoly</title><content type='html'>This is AMAZING! In honor of the monopoly game celebrating its anniversary, a maps has been created showing the true locations of the monopoly properties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Wc2pYYGZa4/TaVuWYlNebI/AAAAAAAADJo/PF2YJsGC_GU/s1600/Monopoly-map+-+Copy.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0"  src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Wc2pYYGZa4/TaVuWYlNebI/AAAAAAAADJo/PF2YJsGC_GU/s640/Monopoly-map+-+Copy.gif" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-1133357395433977695?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1133357395433977695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=1133357395433977695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1133357395433977695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1133357395433977695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/04/monopoly.html' title='Monopoly'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Wc2pYYGZa4/TaVuWYlNebI/AAAAAAAADJo/PF2YJsGC_GU/s72-c/Monopoly-map+-+Copy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-4190878713995815283</id><published>2011-04-14T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T20:25:42.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth Be Told</title><content type='html'>Endearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the perfect word to describe the movie "Truth Be Told." As a member of Team Buzzplant, I was given the opportunity to pre-screen this movie which airs Saturday, April 16th on FOX at 8/7c. Watch it! You wont regret it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie keeps you on the edge of your seat as you witness the domino effect that takes place when Mark and Annie come up with a lie to benefit both their careers. What starts out as a seemingly innocent lie winds into a crazy web (as lies often do!) This is definitely an excellent family film and one that'll hold your interest the whole way through. Not to mention, it takes place is the midwest, which only makes life all the more exciting! (It may or may not be my fantasy to fall in love with a guy from the midwest who grew up on a ranch.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candace Cameron Bure is adorable and David James Elliot is a charmer, so grab the family and hang out on the couch in front of the tv this Saturday night and experience a movie that you'll likely want to watch over and over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GG7DDpjzMQo/Tae5yBtLvjI/AAAAAAAAIoE/lDx6RnnxM7Q/s1600/truthbetold.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GG7DDpjzMQo/Tae5yBtLvjI/AAAAAAAAIoE/lDx6RnnxM7Q/s1600/truthbetold.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Watch the trailer here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HsbYUg-FyNc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HsbYUg-FyNc&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Also, you have the opportunity to &lt;a href="http://supportfamilymovienight.com/"&gt;enter a contest&lt;/a&gt; to win a $100 Walmart gift card! Imagine all you can buy for that! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Remember, this Saturday, at 8/7c on FOX!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-4190878713995815283?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4190878713995815283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=4190878713995815283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/4190878713995815283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/4190878713995815283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/04/truth-be-told.html' title='Truth Be Told'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GG7DDpjzMQo/Tae5yBtLvjI/AAAAAAAAIoE/lDx6RnnxM7Q/s72-c/truthbetold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-3619738242865521623</id><published>2011-04-10T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T18:55:43.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Love is based on God's command to love, not the recipient's worthiness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This very thing is a picture of the gospel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"We love because He first loved us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;1 John 4:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(via David Platt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-3619738242865521623?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3619738242865521623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=3619738242865521623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3619738242865521623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3619738242865521623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/04/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-4560443590573975231</id><published>2011-04-09T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T15:33:53.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undercover Christian?</title><content type='html'>Dear Self,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you, an undercover Christian now? You've been working at this company for two weeks now and do people even know you are a Christian?! You need to do something about that. Let your light so shine before men that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven (Matt. 5:16). Be a trader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MiAh3lYo6k4?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MiAh3lYo6k4?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-4560443590573975231?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4560443590573975231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=4560443590573975231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/4560443590573975231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/4560443590573975231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/04/undercover-christian.html' title='Undercover Christian?'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-2088272756891844781</id><published>2011-04-01T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:07:40.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Moment</title><content type='html'>On Wednesday, I had a movie moment with a hott man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elevator door opened. He got on. We went down to the first floor and walked out of the elevator in the same direction. He held the door open for me. We ended up walking out of the building in the same direction. We kept walking just to find out we were parked right next to each other. He must have noticed the humor in the situation also because he started laughing and said, "Have a good night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention he was wearing a suit &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; Ray Bans? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-2088272756891844781?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2088272756891844781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=2088272756891844781' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2088272756891844781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2088272756891844781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/04/movie-moment.html' title='Movie Moment'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-8612666235572826467</id><published>2011-03-27T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T15:13:37.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety in God's Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We sleep in peace in the arms of God, when we yield ourselves up to His providence, in a delightful consciousness of His tender mercies; no more restless uncertainties, no more anxious desires, no more impatience at the place we are in; for it is God who has put us there, and who holds us in His arms. &lt;b&gt;Can we be unsafe where He has placed us?&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;-FRANÇOIS DE LA MOTHE FÉNELON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-8612666235572826467?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8612666235572826467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=8612666235572826467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8612666235572826467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8612666235572826467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/safety-in-gods-arms.html' title='Safety in God&apos;s Arms'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-8571519093837243754</id><published>2011-03-26T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T00:59:56.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four-in-Two</title><content type='html'>I am extremely blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been answering prayer after prayer after prayer. I posted a blog entitled "Questions" not too long ago. It is always amusing to me to see how quickly those questions turn into answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This string of answers all built upon each other. It all began with a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I got a full-time job!!!!!!!!!!! Praise the Lord!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a full-time job only makes getting a new car a possibility. My car is nearing retirement so I am relieved that I will be able to replace it by the end of the year. Answer #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got offered this job, one of the thoughts that immediately worried me was that they might not be okay with my England trip. God opened the doors for this trip once again so I knew He wanted me to go. I came to the conclusion that if this new job wasn't okay with the trip, I would reject the job offer. I began praying. I knew that God had also opened the door for this job, so I had faith that He wouldn't make me pick one thing over the other. After playing intense phone tag with my new boss, I finally was able to reach her. I told her about the trip and not only was she okay with it, she was 100% understanding! She even made it clear to me that she has been in the same situation and that an employer can't expect the employee to put their life on hold for the sake of the job! So amazing. Answer #3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the hardest things for me was telling my current job. I hate goodbyes. And in all honesty, I didn't want to leave! Working at a small church as a graphic designer was absolutely perfect for me. I loved every moment. The only problem was that working only ten hours a week just wasn't paying the bills. I needed more. I prayed so hard asking God to help me tell my boss. I also asked God to make it possible to work something out with the church. God not only helped me tell my boss, but He made everything about the situation work out smoothly. I not only received the most loving congratulations from him, but he also worked out a deal with me so I can still work for them and do the work from home! Amazing! I don't have to leave the place I love. Answer #4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God answered four prayers in two days. And not only were they answers, they were far greater than I could have ever imagined! That only goes to show that God's ways are indeed higher than our ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you, Lord, for being so faithful. Thank you for always providing for me even more abundantly than what I ask. Thank you for coming through in the perfect timing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-8571519093837243754?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8571519093837243754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=8571519093837243754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8571519093837243754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8571519093837243754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/four-in-two.html' title='Four-in-Two'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-8435322715238327015</id><published>2011-03-20T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:40:36.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not normal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Dqw5NI7eEo/TYbkHUITh6I/AAAAAAAAInk/9MFVKxTFtQU/s1600/Screen_20110320_223556-752651.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586403202113439650" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Dqw5NI7eEo/TYbkHUITh6I/AAAAAAAAInk/9MFVKxTFtQU/s320/Screen_20110320_223556-752651.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-8435322715238327015?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8435322715238327015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=8435322715238327015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8435322715238327015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8435322715238327015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-not-normal.html' title='I&apos;m not normal...'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Dqw5NI7eEo/TYbkHUITh6I/AAAAAAAAInk/9MFVKxTFtQU/s72-c/Screen_20110320_223556-752651.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-8314501237600922440</id><published>2011-03-19T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T12:11:39.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luther.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Too good to not be reposted! Hahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theresurgence.com/files/2011/03/12/95.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://theresurgence.com/files/2011/03/12/95.jpg" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(via&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://theresurgence.com/2011/02/13/o-hai-wittenberg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;http://theresurgence.com/2011/02/13/o-hai-wittenberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-8314501237600922440?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8314501237600922440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=8314501237600922440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8314501237600922440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8314501237600922440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/luther.html' title='Luther.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-6413715839366144700</id><published>2011-03-14T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T14:34:25.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Sunshine in the Gladness of Belonging to Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The circumstances of her life she could not alter, but she took them to the Lord,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and handed them over into His management; and then she believed that He took it,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and she left all the responsibility and the worry and anxiety with Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As often as the anxieties returned she took them back;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the result was that, although the circumstances remained unchanged,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;her soul was kept in perfect peace in the midst of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the secret she found so effectual in her outward affairs,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;she found to be still more effectual in her inward ones,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;which were in truth even more utterly unmanageable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;She abandoned her whole self to the Lord, with all that she was and all that she had;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and, believing that He took that which she had committed to Him,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;she ceased to fret and worry,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and her life became all sunshine in the gladness of belonging to Him.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-H. 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Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-6413715839366144700?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6413715839366144700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=6413715839366144700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6413715839366144700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6413715839366144700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-sunshine-in-gladness-of-belonging.html' title='All Sunshine in the Gladness of Belonging to Him'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-2732996413375798951</id><published>2011-03-14T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T00:38:44.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhlqxy7A5p1qzx2p7o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhlqxy7A5p1qzx2p7o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;via&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://wevelandedonthemoon.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://wevelandedonthemoon.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-2732996413375798951?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2732996413375798951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=2732996413375798951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2732996413375798951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2732996413375798951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/dream.html' title='Dream.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-8225883621088190718</id><published>2011-03-12T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T15:43:21.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Year War @ The House of Blues</title><content type='html'>Thursday was pretty epic. My friends Josh and Johannes are in a band that is making it pretty big! &lt;i&gt;Sooo proud of you guys! &lt;/i&gt;Their band, Seven Year War, was headlining a show at the House of Blues. Such a fun time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite shots from the night! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5132/5521199586_d2fd12d422_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5132/5521199586_d2fd12d422_b.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5211/5521199116_475ff26e7c_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5211/5521199116_475ff26e7c_b.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5134/5520609653_67111e60ef_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5134/5520609653_67111e60ef_b.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5175/5520609027_cf2399b97d_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5175/5520609027_cf2399b97d_b.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest are on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2030219&amp;amp;id=139000860"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; if you're interested!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-8225883621088190718?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8225883621088190718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=8225883621088190718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8225883621088190718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8225883621088190718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/seven-year-war-house-of-blues.html' title='Seven Year War @ The House of Blues'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5132/5521199586_d2fd12d422_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-3369094740160275179</id><published>2011-03-08T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T15:57:14.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Questions imply answers. He has put the questions in my heart; He holds the answers in His. I will seek them from Him. I will wait, but not till I have knocked. I will be patient, but not till I have asked. I will seek until I find. He has something for me. My prayer shall go up unto the God of my life." -George MacDonald (from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Unspoken-Sermons-I-II-III/dp/1449911382?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Unspoken Sermons: Series I, II, and III&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1449911382" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day that passes only leaves me with more questions. Will I &lt;i&gt;ever &lt;/i&gt;find a full-time job? Will I live with my parents until I'm 30? Will I meet my husband anytime soon? Will I have money for a new car before my old car dies? Will I ever be able to live out my dream of moving to England? What does God want me to do with my life as far as a career goes? The questions never end. But George MacDonald couldn't have said it any better. "He has put the questions in my heart; He holds the answers in His." I know that God knows what He is doing. He has a plan for my future. As far as the questions go, they will not remain unanswered. All I need to do is seek him and be patient. I have presented my questions before the Lord. He knows my wants and my desires, and He has something for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing." James 1:4 NKJV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-3369094740160275179?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3369094740160275179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=3369094740160275179' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3369094740160275179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3369094740160275179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-9184509906817106151</id><published>2011-03-06T18:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:13:58.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh this generation we live in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.swiss-miss.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Olduvai7738-480x672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://www.swiss-miss.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Olduvai7738-480x672.jpg" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-9184509906817106151?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/9184509906817106151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=9184509906817106151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/9184509906817106151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/9184509906817106151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/ohhh-this-generation-we-live-in.html' title='Ohhh this generation we live in.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-9068245332445268021</id><published>2011-03-05T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T17:26:32.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brushing Curly Hair</title><content type='html'>Brushing curly hair is one of those things—you either struggle through it or you just don't bother. I'm one of those people who falls into the second category. My hair, in addition to being curly, can frizz like none other. It's not the type of hair that you should even attempt to brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to this realization earlier today...I haven't straightened my hair for two month. That means I haven't brushed my hair for two months. That's kinda weird to admit...especially publicly on the internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-9068245332445268021?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/9068245332445268021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=9068245332445268021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/9068245332445268021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/9068245332445268021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/brushing-curly-hair.html' title='Brushing Curly Hair'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-2086693176236121511</id><published>2011-03-04T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:25:56.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate.</title><content type='html'>Amen and amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S54idm_2LnY/TXFx3vF2IhI/AAAAAAAAAXY/dpQfc8fNBrE/s400/DSCN2283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S54idm_2LnY/TXFx3vF2IhI/AAAAAAAAAXY/dpQfc8fNBrE/s400/DSCN2283.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(via&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jenna-theroaditravel.blogspot.com/2011/03/more-power-of-chocolate.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jenna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-2086693176236121511?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2086693176236121511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=2086693176236121511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2086693176236121511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2086693176236121511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/chocolate.html' title='Chocolate.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S54idm_2LnY/TXFx3vF2IhI/AAAAAAAAAXY/dpQfc8fNBrE/s72-c/DSCN2283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-5444360755107699253</id><published>2011-03-03T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:11:00.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship Jesus.</title><content type='html'>I love Louie Giglio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading his book,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Air-Breathe-Worship-Way-Life/dp/1590526708?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;The Air I Breathe: Worship as a Way of Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1590526708" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;, and that book is packed tight with good quotes! Stay tuned on &lt;a href="http://projectquotations.blogspot.com/"&gt;Project Quotations&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;cuz my next two quotes are from this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, here's a little nugget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If you don't like who you're becoming, take a quick inventory of the things on the throne of your heart. If you want to become more and more like Jesus, keep your worship focused squarely on Him."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-5444360755107699253?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5444360755107699253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=5444360755107699253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/5444360755107699253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/5444360755107699253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/worship-jesus.html' title='Worship Jesus.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-6746868923420561545</id><published>2011-03-03T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T13:55:26.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free in Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because a sinless Savior died,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My sinful soul is counted free;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For God, the Just, is satisfied&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To look on Him and pardon me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To look on Him and pardon me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-6746868923420561545?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6746868923420561545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=6746868923420561545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6746868923420561545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6746868923420561545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/free-in-christ.html' title='Free in Christ'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-7043730895667171576</id><published>2011-03-02T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T23:12:14.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonah.</title><content type='html'>I'm doing it again. Reposting a video because it's just &lt;i&gt;that good&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch all 8 minutes....You wont regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z4VrujheblY" title="YouTube video player" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-7043730895667171576?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7043730895667171576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=7043730895667171576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/7043730895667171576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/7043730895667171576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/jonah.html' title='Jonah.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Z4VrujheblY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-440704753454385240</id><published>2011-03-01T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T23:59:27.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl Who Reads</title><content type='html'>Blogspot has yet to incorporate the repost feature that sites like tumblr have. But in the meantime, I will repost the good old fashioned way because some posts are just good enough. This one is definitely one of them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy her another cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has to give it a shot somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rosemary Urquico&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-440704753454385240?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/440704753454385240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=440704753454385240' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/440704753454385240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/440704753454385240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl-who-reads.html' title='A Girl Who Reads'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-4162070796173994176</id><published>2011-03-01T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T21:03:18.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New MacBook Pro—finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new MacBook Pro came in the mail today! It was sooooo exciting! I was tempted to give the UPS man a hug for delivering my prized possession, but I chose to remain uncreepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/190074_527791201431_139000860_30906074_3250635_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="display: inline !important; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/190074_527791201431_139000860_30906074_3250635_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-4162070796173994176?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4162070796173994176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=4162070796173994176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/4162070796173994176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/4162070796173994176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-macbook-profinally.html' title='New MacBook Pro—finally!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-3490482508081309195</id><published>2011-02-28T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T15:41:57.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Color Names</title><content type='html'>There's a part in the movie "Sydney White" where the sorority girls are being quizzed. Sydney gets asked the sorority colors and when she answers "green and white," the sorority president answers, "Wrong. Emerald and pearl." Her immediate response is, "I'm sorry, I don't know how to speak priss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was almost how I felt at Urban Outfitters last week. I wanted a pair of their red mary janes, but they seemed to have every color but red at the store. My option was to order online—but at the store, so I could get the shipping fee waived. They were priced 2 for $20 so I also chose the navy blue one. Simple enough, right? Red and navy blue. But when I heard the guy on the phone ordering them, he ordered "berry and sapphire." Seriously?! As if that isn't bad enough, when they came in the mail later that week, the order slip said "bright red and cobalt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this brings up a question that I've had for some time....What is the job title for color namers? I'd like to be one. I'll learn how to speak priss, get &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; job, and live a nice, comfortable life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-3490482508081309195?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3490482508081309195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=3490482508081309195' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3490482508081309195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3490482508081309195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/02/color-names.html' title='Color Names'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-4685477315101238955</id><published>2011-02-26T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T01:17:27.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;‎"Our contentment was never intended&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;to be found in our external circumstances;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;our contentment was always intended&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;to be found in the internal relationship&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;we have with Jesus Christ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-David Platt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-4685477315101238955?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4685477315101238955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=4685477315101238955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/4685477315101238955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/4685477315101238955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/02/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-8996921870670418582</id><published>2011-02-24T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T15:59:47.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New MacBook Pro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up this morning to the best news in a loooong time. Apple &lt;i&gt;finally &lt;/i&gt;released the new MacBook Pro. I am beyond ecstatic! So much so, that I can't even write a proper blog to capture my excitement. So this screen shot will have to suffice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fwu47HyFWD0/TWbwhBSGsmI/AAAAAAAAIng/xhvAuF4aVpg/s1600/Picture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fwu47HyFWD0/TWbwhBSGsmI/AAAAAAAAIng/xhvAuF4aVpg/s640/Picture+2.png" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait to get one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-8996921870670418582?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8996921870670418582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=8996921870670418582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8996921870670418582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8996921870670418582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-macbook-pro.html' title='New MacBook Pro'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fwu47HyFWD0/TWbwhBSGsmI/AAAAAAAAIng/xhvAuF4aVpg/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-1811655111783950425</id><published>2011-02-22T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T16:16:23.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A typical conversation about Urban Outfitters employees...</title><content type='html'>Me: Don't you just love how I was totally checking them out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Well, they're part of the merchandise since they're wearing the merchandise...so they're meant to be checked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-1811655111783950425?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1811655111783950425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=1811655111783950425' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1811655111783950425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1811655111783950425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/02/typical-conversation-about-urban.html' title='A typical conversation about Urban Outfitters employees...'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-4998335640028496339</id><published>2011-02-19T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T22:55:53.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter + Clara | Engagement Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My dearest cousin Clara is engaged and I had the privilege of doing her engagement shoot. She and her fiance, Peter, were so much fun to photograph! You could completely see their personalities in all of the pictures!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here are just a few for you to savor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQVGzxRrsoI/TWCGxAmhTRI/AAAAAAAAInI/7Ow33rGmaGA/s1600/DSC_0059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQVGzxRrsoI/TWCGxAmhTRI/AAAAAAAAInI/7Ow33rGmaGA/s640/DSC_0059.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qoxLtfUNykI/TWCHAqVvbAI/AAAAAAAAInQ/UYCkLDBQrjY/s1600/DSC_0133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qoxLtfUNykI/TWCHAqVvbAI/AAAAAAAAInQ/UYCkLDBQrjY/s640/DSC_0133.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HyqZoEVqKVA/TWCHHliTx2I/AAAAAAAAInU/Ix8Og0EjdI0/s1600/DSC_0200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HyqZoEVqKVA/TWCHHliTx2I/AAAAAAAAInU/Ix8Og0EjdI0/s640/DSC_0200.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B7h3Pon8TM/TWCHMMCZHMI/AAAAAAAAInY/HEVI_Ob8ss0/s1600/DSC_0204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B7h3Pon8TM/TWCHMMCZHMI/AAAAAAAAInY/HEVI_Ob8ss0/s640/DSC_0204.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uECf0n5t_E/TWCHUEmNyUI/AAAAAAAAInc/U8wQNymuozk/s1600/DSC_0368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uECf0n5t_E/TWCHUEmNyUI/AAAAAAAAInc/U8wQNymuozk/s640/DSC_0368.jpg" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-4998335640028496339?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/4998335640028496339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=4998335640028496339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/4998335640028496339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/4998335640028496339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/02/peter-clara-engagement-shoot.html' title='Peter + Clara | Engagement Shoot'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQVGzxRrsoI/TWCGxAmhTRI/AAAAAAAAInI/7Ow33rGmaGA/s72-c/DSC_0059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-7380236874657562289</id><published>2011-02-14T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T12:06:42.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Bypass Facebook's New Photo Viewer</title><content type='html'>It's Valentine's Day. I should be writing some mushy blog about love and romance, but instead I'm writing a tutorial blog. You'll thank me later, I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to bypass facebook's new photo viewer: this method is simple and it works every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're in the album view, instead of just clicking on a picture, open it in a new window and wah-lah! On a mac, control-click and click "open in new tab" or "open in new window." On a PC, just right-click and do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-7380236874657562289?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7380236874657562289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=7380236874657562289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/7380236874657562289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/7380236874657562289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-to-bypass-facebooks-new-photo.html' title='How To Bypass Facebook&apos;s New Photo Viewer'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-1115238508943161829</id><published>2011-02-11T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T11:34:46.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sympathy.</title><content type='html'>Do you ever find yourself in those situations where you don't want help and all you want is sympathy? People are always trying to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an overwhelming day at work. Don't get me wrong, I love love love my job. But I hate Joomla. Hate it. HATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, since I was talking to Greg already, I chose to vent to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm losing my mind! I can't solve the same problem I've been dealing with for the past couple weeks at work!&lt;br /&gt;Greg: What is this problem?&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's a Joomla problem! I don't know why they chose to design their site with something so flakey!&lt;br /&gt;Greg: Ahhh I see. That seems an issue.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lol you sound like you have no idea what I'm talking about :P&lt;br /&gt;Greg: And you are right. Lol. Smile and nod :)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, his sympathy made my day. So even though I know Greg never reads my blog, I felt the need to inform my blogosphere that sometimes a little act of sympathy can go a far way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-1115238508943161829?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1115238508943161829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=1115238508943161829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1115238508943161829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1115238508943161829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/02/sympathy.html' title='Sympathy.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-6475656074868404547</id><published>2011-02-09T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T23:32:17.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked In.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had one of those days where you just want to laugh and cry at the same time because of how pathetic you are? Today was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was due to one specific thing that happened. I was at work, in the tech booth and people kept walking in and out. I didn't seem to notice, but the last guy that walked in and out apparently locked the door after he left. A few minutes later, I decided to get up because I desperately had to pee. I walked up to the door, pushed it, and then realized dilemma I was faced with—I was locked in. I tried to reach over the edge of the door, but I was feet away from the keyhole. It would be impossible to get out on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I email Joy. Five minutes later, still no reply. So then I email Kay. &lt;i&gt;Thankfully &lt;/i&gt;she came within a couple minutes of my email and rescued me. My bladder was very grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me one thing. Why do things like this always happen to me when I desperately need to pee?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-6475656074868404547?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6475656074868404547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=6475656074868404547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6475656074868404547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6475656074868404547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/02/locked-in.html' title='Locked In.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-7821991795942982924</id><published>2011-02-05T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T22:52:57.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failures and Goals.</title><content type='html'>Soooo, I'm a little behind on my reading goal for 2011. I have completed 5 books so far, but my goal of 120 books in the year would require me to read 1 book every 3 days. Currently, I'm at about 1 every 7 days. No good. I have already failed at my photo a day goal, so this year's looking like a failure right about now. But I still have 11 more months to go. I will not fail. I will prevail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-7821991795942982924?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7821991795942982924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=7821991795942982924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/7821991795942982924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/7821991795942982924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/02/failures-and-goals.html' title='Failures and Goals.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-8088013263081387573</id><published>2011-02-05T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T13:39:42.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QYT2PWrBXM/TU3Dn6wmORI/AAAAAAAAInA/FPFbhwlji4o/s1600/photo-782793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QYT2PWrBXM/TU3Dn6wmORI/AAAAAAAAInA/FPFbhwlji4o/s320/photo-782793.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570323404682574098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I&amp;#39;m sitting here in my room on this lazy Saturday, reading my kindle,  &lt;br&gt;and bidding on used Leicas. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-8088013263081387573?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8088013263081387573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=8088013263081387573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8088013263081387573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8088013263081387573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/02/lazy-saturday.html' title='Lazy Saturday'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8QYT2PWrBXM/TU3Dn6wmORI/AAAAAAAAInA/FPFbhwlji4o/s72-c/photo-782793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-2642315727341480894</id><published>2011-02-03T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T19:37:45.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Corinthians 15:58</title><content type='html'>I found this blog as a draft. I wonder why I never posted it...probably because it wasn't as complete as it could be. But I figured, it'd do no one any good just sitting there as a draft...so I'm posting it now. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so desperately to do a word study on this verse because it is SO meaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my beloved brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that in the Lord your labor is not in vain. (ESV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my dear brothers and sisters, be strong and steady, always enthusiastic about the Lord's work, for you know that nothing you do for the Lord is ever useless. (NLT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain. (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steadfast - from the Greek word meaning "settled."&lt;br /&gt;Immovable - from the Greek word meaning "firmly persistent."&lt;br /&gt;Abounding - from the Greek word meaning "to overflow or be in abundance of."&lt;br /&gt;Labor - work, sorrow, trouble; literal Greek meaning "a beating."&lt;br /&gt;Vain - empty or devoid of truth, containing nothing, purposeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical little commentary from Pastor Chuck Smith:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You can never say that about anything you do for the Lord. Your labor for the Lord is never in vain. Never in vain. You say, 'But, they didn't believe, or they didn't receive.' That's all right. God doesn't pay commissions, only salaries. He pays you for that labor that you did, not for the results of the labor. Just for the fact that you labored for Him. Therefore, abound in the work of the Lord, because it's never in vain."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-2642315727341480894?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2642315727341480894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=2642315727341480894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2642315727341480894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2642315727341480894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/02/1-corinthians-1558.html' title='1 Corinthians 15:58'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-3191694673806768611</id><published>2011-02-01T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:20:10.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead End.</title><content type='html'>Blogging is the method I use to process my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me, this specific thought process hit a dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made my decision; I would like a man who is involved in the same ministries as me. It just makes things easier because it means both our hearts are in the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm involved in the Jr. High ministry. How is that problematic, might you ask? Well, let me tell you. My church makes it a little complicated to get involved in this ministry. They prefer to have people they know, people that go to school there. Are you following me? People that go to school there, aka, people in high school. On average, high school seniors graduate at 18. I am currently 22. So as of this very moment, the oldest guy I could possibly meet would be 4 years younger than me. And I'm only getting older. And this is where I hit a dead end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-3191694673806768611?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3191694673806768611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=3191694673806768611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3191694673806768611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3191694673806768611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/02/dead-end.html' title='Dead End.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-2864757131570236586</id><published>2011-01-31T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:47:48.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not my job to finish what God started...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It’s not my job to finish what God started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s not my job to complete the work He began in His way, with my ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s not my job to wrestle control back from Him, even if the adventure feels out of control."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Jonathan Acuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-2864757131570236586?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/2864757131570236586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=2864757131570236586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2864757131570236586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/2864757131570236586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-not-my-job-to-finish-what-god.html' title='It&apos;s not my job to finish what God started...'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-3125119498881464052</id><published>2011-01-27T15:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:20:57.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bermuda Triangle of Productivity</title><content type='html'>Hahahahaha! SO true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcvdbooaXA1qeeqjyo1_r1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcvdbooaXA1qeeqjyo1_r1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://phewsha.tumblr.com/#2084775636"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;[source]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-3125119498881464052?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/3125119498881464052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=3125119498881464052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3125119498881464052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/3125119498881464052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/bermuda-triangle-of-productivity.html' title='Bermuda Triangle of Productivity'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-7990543114348886351</id><published>2011-01-25T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T02:23:32.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Police Pursuit</title><content type='html'>Several hours ago, I witnessed the worst ending to a police pursuit that I had ever seen. After the police hesitated to perform a pit maneuver on the suspect because they didn't have a "safe opportunity," the suspect t-boned an innocent driver at quite a high speed. Immediately, I burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 11:38 pm when it happened. I had just gotten home at 11:15 pm and when I walked into my house, my dad already had the television on. He informed me that moments earlier, the suspect had driven right through my neighborhood. Casually I said, "Wow, good thing I missed it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the violent crash took place, it was as if a sudden reality check crashed into my heart. I missed it. By about 20 minutes. That could have &lt;i&gt;very easily &lt;/i&gt;been me. God definitely holds the keys to life and holds each one of our breaths in His hands. At any moment, it could be taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 2:19 am right now and I am unable to sleep. I am anxiously awaiting the state of this innocent victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few moments ago, KNX 1070 said that the woman is in the UCS Medical Center with only minor injuries. I couldn't believe it at first. Minor injuries? After a t-bone crash of that impact? It could only be God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm continuing to pray for this innocent woman. God can do miracles. There's no doubt about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-7990543114348886351?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7990543114348886351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=7990543114348886351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/7990543114348886351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/7990543114348886351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/police-pursuit.html' title='Police Pursuit'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-8526017038072469368</id><published>2011-01-22T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T20:12:34.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_legap2kc581qam9d1o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_legap2kc581qam9d1o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Soooo true. And this is precisely why I dove head first into the world of books today&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and ended up completing THREE books. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-8526017038072469368?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8526017038072469368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=8526017038072469368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8526017038072469368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8526017038072469368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-8267734299344878022</id><published>2011-01-22T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T13:49:16.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firstfruits.</title><content type='html'>Excerpt from Jon Acuff's &lt;a href="http://www.jonacuff.com/stuffchristianslike/2011/01/the-trouble-with-fruit/"&gt;"The Trouble With Fruit"&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Here is what Proverbs 3:9 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;“Honor the Lord with your wealth, with the firstfruits of all your crops”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;That word, “firstfruits” is a powerful one. We’re not called to give God the last scraps of our fruit, the remainder, but rather the “firstfruits.” Now clearly, there are financial ramifications to that verse, but what if it’s bigger than that? What if we’re called to give:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The firstfruits of our time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The firstfruits of our creativity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The firstfruits of our focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The firstfruits of our energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The firstfruits of our love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can you imagine what church would be like if members gave the firstfruits of their creativity to the Lord? We complain that the church is cheesy sometimes. Of course it is, we’ve been feeding it rotten fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can you imagine what church would be like if we gave the firstfruits of our love? We like to take shots at the church for being unloving and judgmental. Of course it is, we’ve been feeding it rotten fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can you imagine what it would be like for your life if you gave God the firstfruits of your time? I can’t because all too often I’ve given him rotten fruit. But I’m trying to change that and I’ve already learned something new in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;When I give God my firstfruits in the morning, when I start the day with him, it’s like putting on 3D glasses. The rest of the day looks different. I can see his hand more clearly, hear his voice louder, and feel his touch closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I’m not perfect at the firstfruits concept. At heart, this is an “I’m failing, but don’t want to” post. But with grace and hope, I’m working on being more deliberate with my firstfruits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Let’s stop giving God our last fruits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-8267734299344878022?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/8267734299344878022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=8267734299344878022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8267734299344878022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/8267734299344878022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/firstfruits.html' title='Firstfruits.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-7437817058274602042</id><published>2011-01-21T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:41:25.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boldness</title><content type='html'>I've been convicted a lot recently from books I have read and am reading. Once again, conviction comes from John Bunyan's&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Grace-Abounding-Chief-Sinners-Exceeding/dp/0140432809?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Grace Abounding to the Chief of Sinners: Or Brief Faithful Relation Exceeding Mercy God Christ his Poor Servant John (Penguin Classics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0140432809" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Bunyan was imprisoned for 12 years merely for "gathering people together" and preaching the gospel to them. His crime wasn't the preaching, but the gathering of the people, for he gathered them outside of the &amp;nbsp;structured Church of England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officers gave him many chances for release—even telling him that they would release him if he simply said that he wouldn't gather the people anymore. They didn't even care if he preached to them. Yet Bunyan was so completely sold out to Christ that this wasn't even an option for him. He would rather stay in prison that comply with their small wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I would have done if I were in Bunyan's situation. I've been raised in a culture that promotes self-comfort so I feel as though I would have probably told the officers what they wanted to hear, and then gone back to doing what I was doing. A little white lie is all that it would have taken. But even that was too much for Bunyan to do. I wish I had this boldness with my relationship with Christ. I wish I was able to hold back from telling even a little white lie even if it meant losing my comfort for the sake of the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, please make me bold. I want each action of each day of my life to be ordained by You and done for You. Help me to die to comfort and die to self for the sake of the gospel and for the sake of Your glory.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-7437817058274602042?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7437817058274602042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=7437817058274602042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/7437817058274602042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/7437817058274602042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/boldness.html' title='Boldness'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-1230249185985865075</id><published>2011-01-21T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T17:33:12.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Boots</title><content type='html'>I always try to break out of my comfort zone when it comes to clothing styles. I hate being classified under a category. I dress the way I like as long as it looks okay on me regardless of the fact that it may or may not be "my style."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought these vintage boots :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.pixazza.com/product/full/37e220c624.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://cache.pixazza.com/product/full/37e220c624.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would have been peeeeerfect for our &lt;a href="http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/vintage-arboretum-shoot.html"&gt;vintage arboretum shoot&lt;/a&gt;, but they didn't match the rest of my outfit. Oh well. Next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QYT2PWrBXM/TTozZSJRfmI/AAAAAAAAImw/mqxBqoP0M38/s1600/Mystical+Forest+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QYT2PWrBXM/TTozZSJRfmI/AAAAAAAAImw/mqxBqoP0M38/s320/Mystical+Forest+2.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QYT2PWrBXM/TTozbilfbyI/AAAAAAAAIm0/gTgQRoCMbAE/s1600/Mystical+Forest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8QYT2PWrBXM/TTozbilfbyI/AAAAAAAAIm0/gTgQRoCMbAE/s320/Mystical+Forest.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-1230249185985865075?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1230249185985865075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=1230249185985865075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1230249185985865075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1230249185985865075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/vintage-boots.html' title='Vintage Boots'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8QYT2PWrBXM/TTozZSJRfmI/AAAAAAAAImw/mqxBqoP0M38/s72-c/Mystical+Forest+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-5648712495488361788</id><published>2011-01-20T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:21:46.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Arboretum Shoot</title><content type='html'>Jen and I are VERY fond of going on photoshoots at the LA Arboretum. This was definitely one of my favorite shoots! And here are two of my favorite photos! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/liiiizzzzzz/5373901965/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5243/5373901965_5680893e71.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/liiiizzzzzz/5373901965/"&gt;Mystical Forest&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/liiiizzzzzz/"&gt;liiiz&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/liiiizzzzzz/5373902671/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5121/5373902671_42cca24f55.jpg" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/liiiizzzzzz/5373902671/"&gt;Graceful&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/liiiizzzzzz/"&gt;liiiz&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd...a video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9aCAaPKzP54" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you're my friend on facebook, I suggest you watch the video there. That one is MUCH better quality!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-5648712495488361788?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/5648712495488361788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=5648712495488361788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/5648712495488361788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/5648712495488361788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/vintage-arboretum-shoot.html' title='Vintage Arboretum Shoot'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5243/5373901965_5680893e71_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-7586367959622960670</id><published>2011-01-17T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T12:36:22.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Bags</title><content type='html'>I know there are still 73 days until my birthday, but I really really want a pretty, girly camera bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving you some options, so be appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jototes.com/handbags"&gt;http://jototes.com/handbags&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-or-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photojojo.com/store/awesomeness/bowler-camera-bag/"&gt;http://photojojo.com/store/awesomeness/bowler-camera-bag/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-7586367959622960670?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/7586367959622960670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=7586367959622960670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/7586367959622960670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/7586367959622960670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/camera-bags.html' title='Camera Bags'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-6906359665307358472</id><published>2011-01-16T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:53:37.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Warrior</title><content type='html'>Excerpt from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Grace-Abounding-Chief-Sinners-Exceeding/dp/0140432809?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Grace Abounding to the Chief of Sinners: Or Brief Faithful Relation Exceeding Mercy God Christ his Poor Servant John (Penguin Classics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=rambling0f-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0140432809" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now (God willing), before I proceed any farther, give you in a word or two, what, as I conceive, was the cause of this temptation; and also after that, what advantage, at the last, it became unto my soul. 237.  For the causes, I conceived they were principally two: of which two also I was deeply convinced all the time this trouble lay upon me.  The first was, for that I did not, when I was delivered from the temptation that went before, still pray to God to to keep me from the temptations that were to come; for though, as I can say in truth, my soul was much in prayer before this trial seized me, yet then I prayed only, or at the most principally, for the removal of present troubles, and for fresh discoveries of His love in Christ, which I saw afterwards was not enough to do; I also should have prayed that the great God would keep me from the evil that was to come.&amp;nbsp;238.  Of this I was made deeply sensible by the prayer of holy David, who when he was under present mercy, yet prayed that God would hold him back from sin and temptation to come; Then, saith he, shall I be upright, and I shall be innocent from the great transgression.  Psalm xix. 13.  By this very word was I galled and condemned quite through this long temptation. 239.  That was also another word that did much condemn me for my folly, in the neglect of this duty.  Heb. iv. 16: Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.  This I had not done, and therefore was thus suffered to sin and fall, according to what is written, Pray that ye enter not into temptation.  And truly this very thing is to this day of such weight and awe upon me, that I dare not, when I come before the Lord, go of my knees, until I intreat Him for help and mercy against the temptations that are to come; and I do beseech thee, reader, that thou learn to beware of my negligence, by the afflictions, that for this thing I did for days, and months, and years, with sorrow undergo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–––––––––––––––––––&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was deeply convicted by this passage, for I know I do not pray as often as I should. Many times, I pray "when I need to" or when I face times of desperation. But I know I need to go to God continually, not just when I am making a request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, please make me a prayer warrior.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-6906359665307358472?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/6906359665307358472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=6906359665307358472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6906359665307358472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/6906359665307358472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/prayer-warrior.html' title='Prayer Warrior'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2838644028427651944.post-1344874241300159729</id><published>2011-01-14T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:37:02.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I've heard it said, if ever you feel sad or discouraged, just start meditating on all the things you are thankful for. An attitude of gratitude or thankfulness can reverse any sorry mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading through 2 Samuel, I couldn't help but become overwhelmed with King David's attitude of gratitude. And it got me thinking, God has blessed me abundantly more than I could ever need. And as overwhelming as these blessings may be, they are a mere portion of what God does and who He is. I can only imagine what heaven will be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Who am I, O Lord God, and what is my house,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that you have brought me thus far?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And yet this was a small thing in your eyes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Lord God." (2 Samuel 7:18-19 ESV)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2838644028427651944-1344874241300159729?l=eliiizabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/feeds/1344874241300159729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2838644028427651944&amp;postID=1344874241300159729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1344874241300159729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2838644028427651944/posts/default/1344874241300159729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/2011/01/attitude-of-gratitude.html' title='Attitude of Gratitude'/><author><name>Elizabeth Mousa</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100876400799366508175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IjJfgYUdD4o/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAIto/0rSVmmNgCo4/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
