<?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-455827005566984512</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:48:59.480-05:00</updated><category term='First Time'/><category term='Forgiveness'/><title type='text'>Moments from a Mom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsfromamom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455827005566984512/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsfromamom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06286078919747503459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIiUsL9Gb98/SM_ZAXVESVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/O1BdLnQguLQ/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455827005566984512.post-1341033831386666055</id><published>2010-01-08T17:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:27:42.231-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forgiveness'/><title type='text'>Longtime...no blog</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been so long since I have written a blog. It has been just over a year. Honestly, I didn't think it had been that long. So, I am not going to go into detail everything that happened this last year. But I will say that God is FAITHFUL. We have had struggles just like many others in the world today, but God has blessed our family. He has provided for us. He has comforted us. He has covered us from all areas. It still amazes me that He is so generous when we are so undeserving.&lt;br /&gt;     If I had to share a lesson that I learned this year, it would be not to expect so much from people. Everyone is human. I am terrible at expecting people to do things exactly the way I've done them or better. The fact is, no one does anything EXACTLY alike. Even when we say "I do the same exact thing," there is always something different. It's usually the feeling behind it. Those feeling are what push us to be who we are. And if who are isn't full of grace, forgiveness and Christ's love, then are we really doing our job? No. God gives us chance after chance. We have to do the same thing. No one is perfect and no one should be. If we were, what was the cross for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455827005566984512-1341033831386666055?l=momentsfromamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsfromamom.blogspot.com/feeds/1341033831386666055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455827005566984512&amp;postID=1341033831386666055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455827005566984512/posts/default/1341033831386666055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455827005566984512/posts/default/1341033831386666055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsfromamom.blogspot.com/2010/01/longtimeno-blog.html' title='Longtime...no blog'/><author><name>Cori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06286078919747503459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIiUsL9Gb98/SM_ZAXVESVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/O1BdLnQguLQ/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455827005566984512.post-5018441038473259649</id><published>2008-12-24T09:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:35:24.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Battle.....God WINS!!</title><content type='html'>God is so good!!&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  In March, my little brother left to go to Iraq. It was an extremely difficult time for our family. My brother had been down a very rough road and signed up for the National Guard. Although he lives in Arkansas, this was the longest we had gone without seeing him and the farthest he had been away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There was alot of praying involved and of course alot of crying, but God gave me such a peace. I knew that God would bring him home safely. There were trying times when we wouldn't hear from him or his girlfriend, but God would remind me of his promise. He came home in November for a couple of weeks. Then had to go back. While he was there, a woman commited suicide by blowing herself up just feet away from the checkpoint he was working. He saw the whole thing.  There was an election there and people were trying to scare everyone. I know there was a bomb blown up too. This was the worst it had been the whole time he was there. We were worried, but My God had made a promise and I knew who was in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am proud to say that there is a sweet boy sleeping on my Mom's couch. He isn't the little toot that played barbies with my sister and I anymore. But he is a Hero and someone that I am very honored to call my brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  God is so very faithful. He is deserving of all honor and glory. And I give it to him. Without his peace, I would have been a mess. And for anyone that knows me, I am usually a mess in one way or another. So, thank you God, for being who you are!! And THANK YOU for Kyle's safe return home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455827005566984512-5018441038473259649?l=momentsfromamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsfromamom.blogspot.com/feeds/5018441038473259649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455827005566984512&amp;postID=5018441038473259649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455827005566984512/posts/default/5018441038473259649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455827005566984512/posts/default/5018441038473259649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsfromamom.blogspot.com/2008/12/faith-battlegod-wins.html' title='Faith Battle.....God WINS!!'/><author><name>Cori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06286078919747503459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIiUsL9Gb98/SM_ZAXVESVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/O1BdLnQguLQ/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455827005566984512.post-4141659449915728702</id><published>2008-12-01T10:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:26:05.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ChristMAS</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again! And I for one am super excited about all the holiday cheer. I love the crisp winter air. The smell of smoke coming out of chimney's. (I firmly believe this should be the next scent of a candle, if it's not already!) All the hustle and bustle of busy little shoppers trying to meet the deadline. And I love the generosity and friendliness that all the humbugs adapt around this time of year. It's more than just the "Spirit of Christmas" and shopping and drinking hot chocolate and flavored creamer for your coffee. It's about the sweet the gift that God gave us thousands of years ago and continues to give us everyday. His unconditional l&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;ve.&lt;/span&gt; Jesus. Without him, there would be no Christmas. There would be no reason for giving and receiving gifts or putting up a tree. In all honesty, if we weren't so selfish, we wouldn't see a need for those things either. But I, like everyone else, enjoy getting presents&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; and I love to see a full, pretty Christmas tree all decorated with love and lights. It's those things that make the holiday fun. But more importantly, it's the giving. Whether it's your child opening up his most desired toy for 2008, or your spouse ripping open the surprise gift they told you not to get, or the unfortunate being thankful for the little given to them. It matters. It all matters. God has done miraculous things and he started with impregnating a virgin. When I think of Christmas this year, I want to remember all that has been done for me, physically and spiritually. And I want to have more of Christ. In Spanish the word MAS means more. I truly believe that Christmas means MORE OF CHRIST. Share more of him, his story and his love. Share the light that he has put inside of you. Share the gift of giving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455827005566984512-4141659449915728702?l=momentsfromamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsfromamom.blogspot.com/feeds/4141659449915728702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455827005566984512&amp;postID=4141659449915728702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455827005566984512/posts/default/4141659449915728702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455827005566984512/posts/default/4141659449915728702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsfromamom.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='ChristMAS'/><author><name>Cori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06286078919747503459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIiUsL9Gb98/SM_ZAXVESVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/O1BdLnQguLQ/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455827005566984512.post-7807140170110780678</id><published>2008-10-23T09:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:18:13.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint</title><content type='html'>I am hanging out with my cousins today. We had a painting party last night and it was just super fun!! We are finishing up today and will hopefully be through early, so we can SHOP!! We all know how I loooooooooovvvvvvvvveeee to do that. I have really just enjoyed spending time with my family. My sister came, too. It's just fun to be around people you can share things with that know you and don't judge you. We really need to take a look at ourselves before we make assumptions about people. Even people we think we know, they may just surprise you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455827005566984512-7807140170110780678?l=momentsfromamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsfromamom.blogspot.com/feeds/7807140170110780678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455827005566984512&amp;postID=7807140170110780678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455827005566984512/posts/default/7807140170110780678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455827005566984512/posts/default/7807140170110780678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsfromamom.blogspot.com/2008/10/paint.html' title='Paint'/><author><name>Cori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06286078919747503459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIiUsL9Gb98/SM_ZAXVESVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/O1BdLnQguLQ/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455827005566984512.post-6044626819863759061</id><published>2008-10-01T11:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:23:04.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to get fired up about!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This was sent to me today from my Mom. I thought it was very interesting and should definately be seen. Please, read on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Poem to MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My son came home from school today,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;With a smirk upon his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He decided he was smart enough,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To put me in my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Guess what I learned in Civics Two,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;that's taught by Mr.. Wright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's all about the laws today,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The 'Children's Bill of Rights.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It says I need not clean my room,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Don't have to cut my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No one can tell me what to think,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Or speak, or what to wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have freedom from religion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And regardless what you say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't have to bow my head,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I sure don't have to pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can wear ear rings if I want,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And pierce my tongue &amp;amp; nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can read &amp;amp; watch just what I like,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Get tattoos from head to toe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And if you ever spank me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll charge you with a crime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll back up all my charges,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;With the marks on my behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Don't you ever touch me,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My body's only for my use,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Not for your hugs and kisses,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;that's just more child abuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Don't preach about your morals,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Like your Mama did to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That's nothing more than mind control,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And it's illegal too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mom, I have these children's rights,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So you can't influence me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Or I'll call Children's Services Board,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Better known as C.S.B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Mom's Reply and Thoughts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Of course my first instinct was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To toss him out the door.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But the chance to teach him a lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Made me think a little more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I mulled it over carefully,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I couldn't let this go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A smile crept upon my face,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;he's messing with a pro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Next day I took him shopping&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;At the local Goodwill Store..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I told him, 'Pick out all you want, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;there's shirts &amp;amp; pants galore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've called and checked with C.S.B .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Who said they didn't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If I bought you K-Mart shoes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Instead of Nike Airs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've canceled that appointment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To take your driver's test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The C.S.B. Is unconcerned&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So I'll decide what's best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'I said 'No time to stop and eat,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Or pick up stuff to munch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And tomorrow you can start to learn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To make your own sack lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just save the raging appetite,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And wait till dinner time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We're having liver and onions,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A favorite dish of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'He asked 'Can I please rent a movie,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To watch on my VCR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;''Sorry, but I sold your TV,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For new tires on my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I also rented out your room,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You'll take the couch instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The C.S.B. Requires&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just a roof over your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Your clothing won't be trendy now,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll choose what we eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That allowance that you used to get,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Will buy me something neat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm selling off your jet ski,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Dirt-bike &amp;amp; roller blades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Check out the 'Parents Bill of Rights',&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's in effect today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hey hot shot, are you crying,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Why are you on your knees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Are you asking God to help you out,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Instead of C.S.B..?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Now, when I first read this, I was thinking that I would have laughed in that kid's face and busted his behind until the only thing he wanted to do was pray. But then I realized the Mom in the poem had the right idea!! Today, there are so many kids that do not realize how lucky they are to live the life they have. I know there are kids dealing with things that are unimaginable, but for those that aren't, they should be appreciative. I am praying for a turn around in the youth of this generation. I am pryaing that Kids today will stand up for what is right, instead of what they think will get them attention. I am praying that Kids today will stand firm in what they are taught and believe instead of being easily swayed. I am praying that someone, if only one, will be a light to this dark world and share the kindess and peace that Jesus stood for. I love kids, absolutely adore them. But I want to see a hunger and a desire for Jesus in them that is desperate that I can't stand them. I want them to be a fanatic, an addict, a rebel for Jesus Christ............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455827005566984512-6044626819863759061?l=momentsfromamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsfromamom.blogspot.com/feeds/6044626819863759061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455827005566984512&amp;postID=6044626819863759061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455827005566984512/posts/default/6044626819863759061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455827005566984512/posts/default/6044626819863759061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsfromamom.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-to-get-fired-up-about.html' title='Something to get fired up about!!'/><author><name>Cori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06286078919747503459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIiUsL9Gb98/SM_ZAXVESVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/O1BdLnQguLQ/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455827005566984512.post-330220811264529931</id><published>2008-09-15T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:47:00.154-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Time'/><title type='text'>My first time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the first time I've ever had a blog...In honor of this I would like to ponder on the many firsts we experience. The first time you look into your newborn's eyes and the overwhelming feeling of love and joy that leaps into your heart...the first snowfall of the year...the first time you drove a car!!!!...the first time you truly felt loved...the first time you truly fell in love...the first time you rip your pants falling down...the first time you said goodbye to a loved one...your first pet!...your first pair of fancy shoes...your first prom dress...the first time someone close to you dies...your first best friend...your first crush...your first experience with God...the first time God really moves you to do something...etc. These aren't things that mean something to everyone, but they are things that mean something to me. I know there are more important firsts in this world, but taking the time to remember the small ones make you appreciate all the moments in your life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455827005566984512-330220811264529931?l=momentsfromamom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsfromamom.blogspot.com/feeds/330220811264529931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455827005566984512&amp;postID=330220811264529931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455827005566984512/posts/default/330220811264529931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455827005566984512/posts/default/330220811264529931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsfromamom.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-time.html' title='My first time...'/><author><name>Cori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06286078919747503459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FIiUsL9Gb98/SM_ZAXVESVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/O1BdLnQguLQ/S220/Me3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
