<?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-6734717050282568937</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:43:11.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Search With All Your Heart...</title><subtitle type='html'>and He will let you find Him; continue in His word and You will know the truth and the truth shall set you free.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>508</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-1216593163211277270</id><published>2012-01-28T17:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:03:56.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Grief Observed</title><summary type='text'>Believe it or not, I returned to blog this weekend. I said I would, and well, this one time, I did what I said I would do.  ;)

I'm in Austin. I've come to do a half here tomorrow and I'm sitting in a Starbucks feeling very out of place.



Um, ya...that really is me with my Toby Mac "t"

Usually when I travel alone, I thoroughly enjoy the adventure and the escape and the discovery of all things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1216593163211277270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2012/01/grief-observed.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1216593163211277270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1216593163211277270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2012/01/grief-observed.html' title='A Grief Observed'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T8EXbdmaffg/TyXdj3XOgLI/AAAAAAAAAj8/FasoRSMZc1k/s72-c/IMG_4147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-8475524095260879597</id><published>2012-01-22T21:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T21:45:54.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I've waited yet another month before I have blogged. I'm not sure where January has gone. It has flown by, and as a teacher getting back in the swing of things, I've been covered up, having fun, and soaking in the last semester I have with this group. They are wonderful, and I love how attached I always get to them. I fall in love with my kiddos each year, and each student finds a special </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8475524095260879597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-ive-waited-yet-another-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/8475524095260879597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/8475524095260879597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-ive-waited-yet-another-month.html' title=''/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-5017610950160433085</id><published>2011-12-29T11:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:56:29.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 57 - Where's the stinkin' finish line?!?!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I can't believe I am actually sitting here in Starbucks with this computer open to , "New Post", oh, and that I am actually typing and not just staring at "New Post."

Apparently one month is equal to one day in my blogging world these days.

I've thought about it almost everyday...I've written much inside my head, but I either never had the passionate urge to sit and write or the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5017610950160433085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-57.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5017610950160433085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5017610950160433085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-57.html' title='Day 57 - Where&apos;s the stinkin&apos; finish line?!?!'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ee5Dy5pZy-w/TvzUlxipO7I/AAAAAAAAAhE/jm2VZeAjkqE/s72-c/IMG_4062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-978101486297020536</id><published>2011-11-27T19:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T08:35:22.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 56</title><summary type='text'>Mark 11:27-12:37 ; Psalm 47-48 ; Proverbs 10:24-26



I used to always start my blogs with Cade stories, but I don't do that as much anymore, so I shall today.  :)

At my attempt to be a rockstar mom, we went golfing (aka me riding in a cart) today, even though the winds were in excess of 50 mph. (My radar system, don't know actual gusts, but it was like being in Lubbock on an especially windy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/978101486297020536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-56.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/978101486297020536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/978101486297020536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-56.html' title='Day 56'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80A156U63uQ/TtL3QldGohI/AAAAAAAAAgw/JIiR5xsKkxc/s72-c/IMG_3855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-4493050069302060097</id><published>2011-11-20T18:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T05:55:43.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 55 - Why I believe I need a man...Yep, I said THAT!</title><summary type='text'>Mark  9-10:12; Psalm 43 and 44; Proverbs 10:18-19



Lookie what I got put in my yard this last week. Isn't it a "Beaut Clark!?!"

Yep, tree #3 has been PROFESSIONALLY planted, so we will see how this one does. I am following their instructions by watering her each day for 20 minutes. I sure hope it perseveres through the apparent struggle of growing up in Shelly's yard. But I believe in this one</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4493050069302060097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-55.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4493050069302060097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4493050069302060097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-55.html' title='Day 55 - Why I believe I need a man...Yep, I said THAT!'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vaAae91pG3k/Tsms88I5t_I/AAAAAAAAAgo/MUm3lRzFTos/s72-c/IMG_3828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-1232398431441479849</id><published>2011-11-18T18:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T20:02:30.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 54 - Penn State and why Jesus spit on some guy's eyes.</title><summary type='text'>Today was our last day of school for one full week.

These half days before holidays are always fun days.

We had our morning prayer time, which was filled with thanksgiving and prayer for the day and the week off. Then as the school day began, we headed to our usual Friday morning assembly, but this one was a little different.

This one was set aside to give thanks to the Lord. Our school has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1232398431441479849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-54.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1232398431441479849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1232398431441479849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-54.html' title='Day 54 - Penn State and why Jesus spit on some guy&apos;s eyes.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-7505452770033209962</id><published>2011-11-13T21:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:09:34.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Glorious Day!

Half-marathon #6 is in the books. Due to my non-training, by mile 10, my legs were on fire, but I survived!





I just need another one for January/February...Dallas is in March, and I'm eyeing one in Vermont/Connecticut area for my birthday in May, but I think I need a partner for that one. They are all small.

And this is what we did after the race...and yes, he is wearing a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7505452770033209962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/glorious-day-half-marathon-6-is-in.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7505452770033209962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7505452770033209962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/glorious-day-half-marathon-6-is-in.html' title=''/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ZY4tHC6-FM/TsCFzw24HeI/AAAAAAAAAgY/-cBFKrig-oU/s72-c/IMG_3822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-5271889798382613867</id><published>2011-11-12T20:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T20:41:34.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 53</title><summary type='text'>Mark :1-23; Psalm 40:11-17; Proverbs 10:13-14

Well, tomorrow is D-Day. The San Antonio half is upon me. Ready or not, here it comes.

To say I am prepared like my others would be laughable, but I will survive. It is supposed to be a BEAUTIFUL day, so it should be a nice morning for a long stroll. Hopefully my legs won't cramp up or something.

The longest I have gone in the last 2 months has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5271889798382613867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-53.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5271889798382613867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5271889798382613867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-53.html' title='Day 53'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-5684215607172023067</id><published>2011-11-10T19:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T20:30:13.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 52</title><summary type='text'>Mark 6:30-56; Psalm 40:1-10; Proverbs 10:11-12

Tonight, as Cade puts it, "We ate like kings!"

We went and had dinner with the ole Grandnannie, so we had the 3 course meal at the Assisted Living place and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.

Um, ya, we are easy to please...and yes, that DOES say something about me and my mad mothering skillz or lack thereof. But I'm cool with that.

Someday, I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5684215607172023067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-52.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5684215607172023067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5684215607172023067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-52.html' title='Day 52'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-4415099402472995520</id><published>2011-11-08T21:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T21:37:40.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 51</title><summary type='text'>Mark 5:21-6:29; Psalm Psalm 38-39; Proverbs 10:8-10

Today was one of those days that as I graded papers, I was reminded that the kids I teach are 10 and, well, they are kids.

On 2 occasions I literally did laugh out loud.

One of the questions on the test was, "What was/is Japan also known as?"

Answer I was looking for: "The Land of the Rising Sun."

Answer given by student: "The smart country</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4415099402472995520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-51.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4415099402472995520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4415099402472995520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-51.html' title='Day 51'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-2652523021975298148</id><published>2011-11-07T20:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:59:42.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 50 - Just Wondering...</title><summary type='text'>Mark 3:31-5:20; Psalm 3:12-40; Proverbs 10:5-7

Today was my first day to come home right after school. No volleyball, no meeting, no anything.

It was very nice.

Of course, I have ENJOYED my nothingness and have successfully procrastinated on many fronts, but still, it was a great afternoon/evening.  :)

Lately, the prayer requests seem to be overwhelming. I guess the longer we live, the more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2652523021975298148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-50.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/2652523021975298148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/2652523021975298148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-50.html' title='Day 50 - Just Wondering...'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-1462019661276180240</id><published>2011-11-04T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T16:29:13.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 49 - Keeping My Eyes Open...for I had to leave home, I had to let go to experience the GREAT UNKNOWN!</title><summary type='text'>

Leviticus6:1-7:27; Mark 3:7-30; Psalm 37:1-11; Proverbs 10:3-4



I can't believe I have basically gone this week without blogging again. I've had too much fun playing volleyball with the varsity girls. We are in the state finals tomorrow, and it will be very exciting!



Yep, I played with them this week, and as much as I LOVE it, my knees are reminding me how old I am and how injured they are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1462019661276180240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-49.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1462019661276180240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1462019661276180240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-49.html' title='Day 49 - Keeping My Eyes Open...for I had to leave home, I had to let go to experience the GREAT UNKNOWN!'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-698380639520372048</id><published>2011-10-31T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T22:31:25.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 48</title><summary type='text'>Mark 1-3; Psalm 35 and 36; Proverbs 10:1-2

Relationships have been on my heart for a long time now. Being single for 3 years and losing numerous relationships/people over these last several years, it has caused me to really evaluate those, evaluate myself, and figure out how walking through life "single" works.

I am going to blog more about that specifically in the near future because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/698380639520372048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/mark-1-3-psalm-35-and-36-proverbs-101-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/698380639520372048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/698380639520372048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/mark-1-3-psalm-35-and-36-proverbs-101-2.html' title='Day 48'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-7095367622711445346</id><published>2011-10-30T20:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T20:58:43.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 47</title><summary type='text'>(This should have posted last night)

I know I'm not the Rangers and it wasn't the World Series, but our loss still hurts. bad.

Today was my final day for volleyball...well, technically.

It was our final tournament and we lost our semi game. My girls played great and gave all they had, but we lost.

Since our school was hosting the final tourney, I was stuck there keeping the books and solving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7095367622711445346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-47.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7095367622711445346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7095367622711445346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-47.html' title='Day 47'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kISvDTcdU-g/Tqybs5TXQVI/AAAAAAAAAgI/W2YPbGVpdzw/s72-c/IMG_3770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-4432657920607401162</id><published>2011-10-23T20:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T21:07:30.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 46</title><summary type='text'>Exodus 37-38; Matthew28; Psalm 34:11-22; Proverbs 9:9-10

Well I have been out of pocket due to living a pretty fun life...I might say.

I had 2 volleyball games this past week, along with the uber fun jog-a-thon and Harvest Festival at school, and then Cade's and my first official camping trip together last night, and then I was hosting small group at our house this afternoon.

One might say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4432657920607401162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-46.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4432657920607401162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4432657920607401162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-46.html' title='Day 46'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qOQFEj4w3ew/TqTBpkLF5bI/AAAAAAAAAfo/MKhoDlLCVo0/s72-c/IMG_3715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-4756426660780128428</id><published>2011-10-21T17:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T17:26:32.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Volleyball games, Jogathons, Harvest Festivals, Homecomings, Bear Scout Camp Outs, and hosting Small Group...

AKA, living life and having fun!

Will get back to computer time shortly, but until then, I recommend, hitting a ball, jogging a few laps, painting some pumpkins, watching some football on a Friday night, camping out under the stars with your son, and having some people over to talk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4756426660780128428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/volleyball-games-jogathons-harvest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4756426660780128428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4756426660780128428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/volleyball-games-jogathons-harvest.html' title=''/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-8659072427266261534</id><published>2011-10-18T21:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T21:31:16.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 45 - I can't help but think that these women somehow stood in a gap for Jesus.</title><summary type='text'>Exodus 35:10-36:38, Matthew 27:32-66, Psalm 34:1-10, Proverbs 9:7-8

Okay, for starters, I just read on Yahoo that there is a World Cheese Dip Festival. Say what!!!
Best. thing. ever!

Obviously, I had to click on it to check out where this fantastic extravaganza takes place. New York, Paris, Italy????

Um, no. Unfortunately, it is in Arkansas. Say what? How does Arkansas have dibs on such a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8659072427266261534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-45.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/8659072427266261534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/8659072427266261534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-45.html' title='Day 45 - I can&apos;t help but think that these women somehow stood in a gap for Jesus.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-1126655265938295113</id><published>2011-10-17T21:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T01:44:16.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 44 - And I am so grateful that He is the kind of God that descended from Heaven to stand right next to us.</title><summary type='text'>Exodus 34:1-35:9, Matthew 27:15-31, Psalm 33:12-22, Proverbs 9:1-6

Some great reading today. In fact, I had a moment after finishing grading my mound of research papers to read my portion during school hours. Doing it then was peaceful and relaxed, and hopefully after volleyball season, that will happen more often.

The greatest line from today's reading was, "The Lord descended in the cloud and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1126655265938295113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-44.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1126655265938295113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1126655265938295113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-44.html' title='Day 44 - And I am so grateful that He is the kind of God that descended from Heaven to stand right next to us.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-3417067681668843958</id><published>2011-10-16T20:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:57:30.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will post Day 44 tomorrow...

This weekend has been wonderful. It's been relaxing, refreshing, filled with friends, productivity, treadmilling, sweet time at church, and just. some. time.

In 8 weeks I hadn't had any time to be, and this weekend I was able to just be. God's grace this weekend was sweet, and I am thoroughly grateful for it.  :)

"See" you tomorrow.

Shelly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3417067681668843958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-will-post-day-44-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/3417067681668843958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/3417067681668843958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-will-post-day-44-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-4941000726699131106</id><published>2011-10-14T06:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T06:59:31.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 43 - One of the FUNNIEST lines in the entire book!</title><summary type='text'>Today's portion in Exodus has been one of my favorites. It is the story of humanity.

Impatience, instant gratification, irrationality, illogical, obscenity, unfaithfulness, easily distracted, completely ADD, irresponsibility, and blaming...with some humorous moments thrown in!

We can begin here:

When the people saw how long it was taking Moses to come back down the mountain, they gathered </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4941000726699131106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/todays-portion-in-exodus-has-been-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4941000726699131106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4941000726699131106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/todays-portion-in-exodus-has-been-one.html' title='Day 43 - One of the FUNNIEST lines in the entire book!'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-3751654085399359495</id><published>2011-10-12T21:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T21:22:34.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 42</title><summary type='text'>Well it stunk to be awake at 3:45 this morning, but it sure was nice to get all of my reading finished before I went to work this morning.

For a year with a goal of finding freedom, I was giggling at how shackled I feel having to read and write each day. Silly, eh??!?!

Fall is hard juggling teaching and coaching, and I just keep reminding myself and convincing myself to persevere and press on.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3751654085399359495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-42.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/3751654085399359495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/3751654085399359495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-42.html' title='Day 42'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfVsMKcfGdk/TpZLXVdLPMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/v4AREv7V6V4/s72-c/IMG_3700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-4850135782745341610</id><published>2011-10-11T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:06:01.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 41</title><summary type='text'>Two words:

a. sleep.

Two weeks, 4 days left of volleyball. I am going to enjoy every last second of it, but my blog will inevitably suffer for that much longer.

Thanks to all those who check this silly thing each day.

Two weeks, 4 days and I will have a bit more to share.  ;)

I would take my Bible to school, except that every last second is spent reading 54 rough drafts of research papers on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4850135782745341610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-41.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4850135782745341610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4850135782745341610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-41.html' title='Day 41'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-7895301431602529845</id><published>2011-10-10T21:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:12:49.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 40</title><summary type='text'>Exodus28:1-43; Matthew 25:31-26:13; Psalm 31:9-18; Proverbs 8:12-13

I read, I really read tonight!

I sat down for a moment after Cade and I finally got home and fell asleep for about 20 minutes, so I have a bit of a second wind. :)

I'm baking pumpkin bread and reading as I wait for Cade to drift off. Then I shall head to my room and hit the hay!

I have less than 3 weeks left of volleyball, so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7895301431602529845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-40.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7895301431602529845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7895301431602529845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-40.html' title='Day 40'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-3002486840627079881</id><published>2011-10-09T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T20:58:16.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 39 - I am here to live my life to glorify Him, not to create a Pottery Barn Kids catalog photo shoot, but I will still take the caramel apples and chiseled arms!</title><summary type='text'>I haven't read yet, and honestly, I'm not sure if I will tonight. But, today has been full of God's word. Cade and I got up and went to Sunday school (which mine was TERRIFIC!) and then our service was exceptional as usual, and then I had small group tonight.

Sunday school was our first class on looking at David. So we began with his ancestry, which landed us discussing Ruth and Boaz. Ahhhh, one</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3002486840627079881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-39.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/3002486840627079881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/3002486840627079881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-39.html' title='Day 39 - I am here to live my life to glorify Him, not to create a Pottery Barn Kids catalog photo shoot, but I will still take the caramel apples and chiseled arms!'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-2507390458872748192</id><published>2011-10-08T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T21:34:23.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 38</title><summary type='text'>I caught up on my reading this morning before our first volleyball game, so that certainly felt good. There were a few parts I underlined and will write about...probably after volleyball season when my brain can think about a few more things.  ;)

Tonight I am incredibly saddened by the news of a young mom who lost her husband today. He's been fighting cancer this past year and he passed away </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2507390458872748192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-38.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/2507390458872748192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/2507390458872748192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-38.html' title='Day 38'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-8429513605403216762</id><published>2011-10-07T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T22:06:31.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 37</title><summary type='text'>Okay, I just walked in the door from day 1 of volleyball tournament. After school we played and we walked off the court for our last game tonight at 9:05.

I'm actually a little wired because it was a really fun game to finish it tonight, but I have an early morning for game one tomorrow.

One of our best players injured herself tonight, which makes me want to cry. She is precious to me. PRECIOUS</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8429513605403216762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-37.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/8429513605403216762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/8429513605403216762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-37.html' title='Day 37'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-4135951114170908992</id><published>2011-10-06T22:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T22:07:54.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 36</title><summary type='text'>

Exodus 21:22-23:!3; Matthew 24:1-28; Psalm 29:1-11; Proverbs 7:6-23



My ability to procrastinate is disease like...I mean REALLY disease like.



I guess I am destined to do nothing more than teach and volleyball it for September and October because apparently, that's all I am capable of.



Ri...di...cu. lous.



I am half asleep. I think I have rewritten half of these words because I can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4135951114170908992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-36.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4135951114170908992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4135951114170908992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-36.html' title='Day 36'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-97910835412191664</id><published>2011-10-05T20:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T20:32:28.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 35</title><summary type='text'>Took Tylenol PM and headed to bed.

"Blessed be the Lord! For He has heard the voice of my pleas for mercy. The Lord is my strength and my shield; in Him my heart trusts, and I am helped; my heat exults, and with my song I give thanks to Him.
The Lord is my strength of His people; He is the saving refuge of His anointed. Oh, save Your people and bless You heritage! Be their shepherd and carry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/97910835412191664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-35.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/97910835412191664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/97910835412191664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-35.html' title='Day 35'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-4577887724459174435</id><published>2011-10-04T22:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T22:14:00.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 34 - I need to start being people's Aaron.</title><summary type='text'>Exodus 17:8-19:15; Matthew 22:34-23:12; Psalm 27; Proverbs 6:27-35

Gosh, each portion tonight is some of the best of the best.

I had a friend contact me tonight. She is quite discouraged. She is this AMAZING woman who has given her life to help homeless children get an education.

She has established an after school program in Denver, but has been connected to a group in LA and is attempting to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4577887724459174435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-34.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4577887724459174435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4577887724459174435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-34.html' title='Day 34 - I need to start being people&apos;s Aaron.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-6546931820230201825</id><published>2011-10-03T20:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T20:35:42.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 33 - Wonder if manna tasted like PBJ?</title><summary type='text'>Exodus 15:19-17:7; Matthew 22:1-33; Psalm 27; Proverbs6:20-26

After reading tonight's portion, I have decided I am a grumbling Israelite.

Even after all God has done for me, the miracles, the rescuing, the grace of new life, I am still sitting around grumbling wondering if God is going to get busy in this other area of my life.

"Did you bring me out just so I could die alone out here Lord?!?!?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6546931820230201825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-33-wonder-if-manna-tasted-like-pbj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/6546931820230201825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/6546931820230201825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-33-wonder-if-manna-tasted-like-pbj.html' title='Day 33 - Wonder if manna tasted like PBJ?'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-3634679239563232627</id><published>2011-10-02T23:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T23:20:20.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 32 - my petty problem is my heart desiring love. That's legit, right?.?.</title><summary type='text'>Exodus 13:17-15:18; Matthew 21:23-46; Psalm 26; Proverbs 6:16-19

This has been an interesting weekend...I mean, they all are, but this one my mind wandered into an area I hadn't been pondering for a while now.

Once school and volleyball start I have no extra time. at all. for anything.

I have hardly watched T.V., my working out is atrocious, I talk to hardly any of my friends My life is work, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3634679239563232627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-32.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/3634679239563232627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/3634679239563232627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-32.html' title='Day 32 - my petty problem is my heart desiring love. That&apos;s legit, right?.?.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-8192777035730896571</id><published>2011-10-01T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T21:48:12.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 31 - Because when their life falls apart, they might just cling to that story</title><summary type='text'>Exodus 12:14-13:16; Matthew 20:29-21:22; Psalm 25:16-22; Proverbs 6:12-15

So much God has His people do is so that they, we, will remember. It is apparent from the beginning of time, our memories are worthless...I mean, our ability to remember things is wretched.

God establishes feasts and ceremonies and stones and all sorts of things to get His people to remember just how great and mighty and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8192777035730896571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/8192777035730896571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/8192777035730896571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-31.html' title='Day 31 - Because when their life falls apart, they might just cling to that story'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-1503223540641875046</id><published>2011-09-30T22:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T07:02:23.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30 - God's story, my story is Exodus. He rescues, He saves, He redeems.</title><summary type='text'>Exodus 10:1-12:13; Matthew 20:1-28; Psalm 25:1-15; Proverbs 6:6-11

Well, I'm quite depressed. I took a Starbucks survey (which now grants me a free drink!! Yay! That's the super part!) and realized that I only have a few more months as being in the "somewhat young and hip" group of 25-34. I am about to pass into the "I'm officially old and no longer young and hip" group of 35-49.

I am lumped in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1503223540641875046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-30-gods-story-my-story-is-exodus-he.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1503223540641875046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1503223540641875046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-30-gods-story-my-story-is-exodus-he.html' title='Day 30 - God&apos;s story, my story is Exodus. He rescues, He saves, He redeems.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-7775800017231933096</id><published>2011-09-29T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T22:12:22.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29</title><summary type='text'>We won again this evening!!

The "treadmill" continues, but tomorrow is Friday.  :)

"With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible." Matt. 19:28

Jesus is ALL, and ALL you need.

"See" you tomorrow.
Shelly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7775800017231933096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7775800017231933096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7775800017231933096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-29.html' title='Day 29'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-583327548102770532</id><published>2011-09-28T21:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:37:40.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28 - Peace moves through those words.</title><summary type='text'>Exodus 5:22-7:24; Matthew 18:23-19:12' Psalm 23; Proverbs 5:22-23

Today was a better day. I was perkier and had more energy this evening. I didn't really do any more than I did yesterday, but I felt better while doing nothing.  ;)

I did work on catching up on some of my reading. I realized I had entered Exodus and didn't even know that. Whoops!

Exodus is my favorite book in the Bible, so I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/583327548102770532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-28-peace-moves-through-those-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/583327548102770532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/583327548102770532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-28-peace-moves-through-those-words.html' title='Day 28 - Peace moves through those words.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-5708290502848700235</id><published>2011-09-27T19:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T19:41:43.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27</title><summary type='text'>Man, I am not doing well. I'm exhausted, out of sorts, and by the evenings, I'm too tired to do anything. ANY. THING.

As I made dinner tonight, I dipped a chip in some salsa, and it immediately brought to mind my mom's flautas.

I loved my mom's flautas.

I miss my mom's flautas.

I miss my mom.

Loneliness is creeping in, I'm tired, I'm not exercising, and I'm too busy.

That's a recipe for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5708290502848700235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-27.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5708290502848700235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5708290502848700235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-27.html' title='Day 27'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-8248732879489499965</id><published>2011-09-26T22:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T22:20:43.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26 - May my heart be soft, my ears be open, and my willingness be eager.</title><summary type='text'>Exodus 2:11-3:22; Matthew 17:10-27; Psalm 22:1-18; Proverbs 5:7-14

Well, I got Cade in bed at 8:10 and sat back on the couch while I waited for him to fall asleep. I read a few minutes and decided to set my book down for a moment.

Next thing I know, something startles me, I look up from my slumber, and it is 10:12.

WHAT?!?!?!?!?!

I fell fast asleep on the couch at 8:20.

No finishing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8248732879489499965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-26-may-my-heart-be-soft-my-ears-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/8248732879489499965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/8248732879489499965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-26-may-my-heart-be-soft-my-ears-be.html' title='Day 26 - May my heart be soft, my ears be open, and my willingness be eager.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-1885838875271130883</id><published>2011-09-25T22:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:18:37.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25 - Don't sell your soul for a Skittle!</title><summary type='text'>I've decided that I belong in Vermont...or Connecticut...or in Massachusetts...no, Maine! down the street from the LL Bean store in Freeport, Maine. Yep, that's where I should be right about. now.

I'm a Texas girl, but I REALLY like fall and fall is missed on us southern Texas girls. And I'm anti missing fall.

My heart and soul are YEARNING to be in the northeast. I'm sure it's just my fantasy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1885838875271130883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-25-dont-sell-your-soul-for-skittle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1885838875271130883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1885838875271130883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-25-dont-sell-your-soul-for-skittle.html' title='Day 25 - Don&apos;t sell your soul for a Skittle!'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-213097807614782937</id><published>2011-09-24T20:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T20:19:08.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24</title><summary type='text'>We just had a 12 hour day of volleyball. We got home at almost 10 last night, got up at 6 this morning and headed to a gym at 7:30 a.m.

All in all, it was a good day...just long. We got 3rd, even though we should have never lost our final game, it was still fun. Between matches we all went and played Laser tag. Cade and I both had a blast...even though he and I are pooped now and wish we still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/213097807614782937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/213097807614782937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/213097807614782937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-24.html' title='Day 24'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-slnjblbkpkE/Tn6ARNMTN3I/AAAAAAAAAfc/YuXz3x-M7v4/s72-c/IMG_3689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-5315389955186574129</id><published>2011-09-23T22:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T22:30:59.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23 - surviving September and October...</title><summary type='text'>I am fairly convinced that September and October might do me in. Yep, I'm barely hanging on...

I've lived on tylenol for the passed 48 hours or so, yet the headache remains. After school today, we popped by the house for a quick and early dinner only to turn around and go back to school because Cade has decided to join cub scouts (yay!) and then he and I were headed to our home varsity football </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5315389955186574129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-23-surviving-september-and-october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5315389955186574129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5315389955186574129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-23-surviving-september-and-october.html' title='Day 23 - surviving September and October...'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-874626402501198338</id><published>2011-09-22T21:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T21:06:29.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22</title><summary type='text'>Team won tonight, but Migraine acquired.

Not sure if eyeballs are still in sockets.  :(

Will be back tomorrow.

Shelly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/874626402501198338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/874626402501198338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/874626402501198338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-22.html' title='Day 22'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-7963352556838648320</id><published>2011-09-21T20:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T20:06:56.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21 - God lightens my darkness...Psalm 18</title><summary type='text'>Genesis 42:18-43:34; Matthew 13:47-14:12; Psalm 18:16-36; Proverbs 4:7-10

I had never noticed in the story of Joseph that when his brothers came to eat (before Joseph revealed who he was), the brothers ate in one room, Joseph ate in another, and the Egyptians at another. It is kind of a funny picture really.

Anyways, I read the portion early this morning and the one part that I circled was the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7963352556838648320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7963352556838648320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7963352556838648320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-21.html' title='Day 21 - God lightens my darkness...Psalm 18'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-1946532004471905700</id><published>2011-09-20T20:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:58:29.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20 - My resume at 30 was a bit different.</title><summary type='text'>Genesis 41:17-42:17; Matthew 13:24-46; Psalm 18:1-15; Proverbs 4:1-6

We won! We are now 3 for 3 in "district" play. Yippee! Tonight was a squeaker due to our "Half-a-sleepness", but the girls pulled it out.  :)

Now, this is where I would normally say how pooped and exhausted I am, but I said I won't do that anymore...

So, instead, I'm feverish and my head and body are achy. How about that!?!?!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1946532004471905700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-20.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1946532004471905700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1946532004471905700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-20.html' title='Day 20 - My resume at 30 was a bit different.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-8617470435731950830</id><published>2011-09-19T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T21:56:03.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19 - Wait! I thought God's love would prevent me from going to prison...</title><summary type='text'>Genesis 39:1-41:16; Matthew 12:46-13:23; Psalm17; Proverbs 3:33-35

As usual, it's late and I'm exhausted. I know, the same story each and every day. Unfortunately, until volleyball season is over, that will be my regular tune.

But, we're gettin' it done around here, so there ya go...

Tonight the story of Joseph continued.

Three things really stuck out for me.

1. Each time when it said, "His </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8617470435731950830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/8617470435731950830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/8617470435731950830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-19.html' title='Day 19 - Wait! I thought God&apos;s love would prevent me from going to prison...'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-1887605905722253563</id><published>2011-09-18T22:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:50:36.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18 - Tamar is one of those stories (along with Samson) that has ALWAYS baffled me.</title><summary type='text'>Genesis 37:1-38:30; Matthew 12:22-45; Psalm 16; Proverbs 3:27-32

I'm fairly confident I bought a computer today from a drunk/high employee at Best Buy. My desktop is going out and I want/need to save all of my stuff from my former business. I've sort of gotten back into the whole card thing again, and I don't want to lost it all. Also, my computer and printer are so squirrelly that I struggle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1887605905722253563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1887605905722253563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1887605905722253563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-18.html' title='Day 18 - Tamar is one of those stories (along with Samson) that has ALWAYS baffled me.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-4525985914939512551</id><published>2011-09-17T22:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T22:51:34.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17 - but as we walk on this earth and live amongst what at times is a hard reality, His faithfulness brings a joy, a beauty that can't be explained, that can't be extinguished.</title><summary type='text'>Genesis 35:1-36:43; Matthew 12:1-21; Psalm 15:1-5; Proverbs 3:21-26

Today was Operation "Getter done!" around my house and by golly I think I can say...WE DID IT!

I mowed...yep, I mowed. Believe it! (Before and after pics will follow shortly.) I also reacquainted myself with the treadmill and traveled over 9.5 miles on it today. (Holla!) I bought groceries and visited with Grandnannie, and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4525985914939512551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-17.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4525985914939512551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4525985914939512551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-17.html' title='Day 17 - but as we walk on this earth and live amongst what at times is a hard reality, His faithfulness brings a joy, a beauty that can&apos;t be explained, that can&apos;t be extinguished.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PIEmOIHR5Gk/TnVUBgdwp0I/AAAAAAAAAfI/c0SjluGcbFU/s72-c/IMG_3661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-1117032260682677951</id><published>2011-09-16T22:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T22:10:03.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16 - I will sacrifice my pride on the altar of, "I want to bring laughter to your life and make you feel better about yourself by giving you yet one more opportunity to say, 'At least I'm not like her!"</title><summary type='text'>I literally have a weed the size of a tree in my backyard. I am going to mow (don't hold your breath) tomorrow, so I should take a before and after, because I might as well be living in the jungle.

I'm shocked that I haven't gotten a letter in the mail from my neighbors saying, "COME ON!" but I haven't...yet.

I should take a pic and post it because it is going to be one amazing before and after</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1117032260682677951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1117032260682677951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1117032260682677951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-16.html' title='Day 16 - I will sacrifice my pride on the altar of, &quot;I want to bring laughter to your life and make you feel better about yourself by giving you yet one more opportunity to say, &apos;At least I&apos;m not like her!&quot;'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-4760285381590630928</id><published>2011-09-15T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T21:15:04.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15 - Look what I got in the mail!</title><summary type='text'>I'm basically half asleep...

I know people live way crazier lives than I do, but I feel myself slipping into complete exhaustion. I completed 6.5 miles last week...WHAT?!?!?! and have only completed 10.3 this week. The month of September is setting up to be worse than July.

That makes me really sad.  :(

I'm not eating terribly these days, but if I don't workout, then it's all bad news.

I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4760285381590630928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-15-look-what-i-got-in-mail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4760285381590630928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4760285381590630928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-15-look-what-i-got-in-mail.html' title='Day 15 - Look what I got in the mail!'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-opcGssq1-hs/TnKusXpyCtI/AAAAAAAAAes/hlxGHI4d-Qc/s72-c/IMG_3653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-6641703342207894362</id><published>2011-09-14T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T05:57:21.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14 - too much diddy with too many women</title><summary type='text'>Genesis 30:1-31:16; Matthew 10:1-25; Psalm 12:1-8; Proverbs 3:13-15

I. love. Mini-Nilla wafers!

I just do.

I don't usually keep them in the house for this very reason, but I made banana pudding not too long ago, but decided my pan was too full to include the nillas in there, so I have a box in my pantry. ( FYI - The secret to YUMMY banana pudding is mini-nillas...things you need to know!)

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6641703342207894362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-14-too-much-diddy-with-too-many.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/6641703342207894362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/6641703342207894362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-14-too-much-diddy-with-too-many.html' title='Day 14 - too much diddy with too many women'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-6247107634657405362</id><published>2011-09-13T21:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:16:29.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13 - the dad had pulled the ole "switcheroo the daughters" trick.</title><summary type='text'>Genesis 28:1-29:35; Matthew 9:18-38; Psalm 11:1-7; Proverbs 3:11-12

Okay, another Cade funny. Last time it was his excitement over Latin; today it was his new recorder. He came into my classroom  ready to show me everything about it. I now know finger placement, how to PROPERLY stow it in it's case, how to wave "hi" while playing it, how we don't look down but a little out/down...so on and so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6247107634657405362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/6247107634657405362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/6247107634657405362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-13.html' title='Day 13 - the dad had pulled the ole &quot;switcheroo the daughters&quot; trick.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-5439062771130314232</id><published>2011-09-12T21:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T06:12:39.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12 - What a terrible way to be eternally remembered.</title><summary type='text'>Okay, student's birthdays will be the bane of me.

In 5 days of school, we have had 2 birthdays in my class, aka, "bring on the treats" days! One chocolate pound cake cupcake and one Krispie Creme donut later, this teacher can't say no.

Then you add in, the slice of pound cake someone brought me the first day of school and then the cookies...OH the COOKIES!

Come ON!

We fill out these "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5439062771130314232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-12-what-terrible-way-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5439062771130314232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5439062771130314232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-12-what-terrible-way-to-be.html' title='Day 12 - What a terrible way to be eternally remembered.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-7842221464470792187</id><published>2011-09-11T22:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:07:51.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11 - I would have said 2 and placed all my self-righteousness on it.</title><summary type='text'>I spent over an hour last night clicking on one article, one clip, and one news reel after another of 9/11. I couldn't get over how I couldn't get enough of it.

I really hadn't thought about it in a while, and I realized that I hadn't ever talked to Cade about it. This morning I had the T.V. on before church. It was the memorial service and as he walked in, he asked me what it was all about.

It</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7842221464470792187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-11-i-would-have-said-2-and-placed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7842221464470792187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7842221464470792187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-11-i-would-have-said-2-and-placed.html' title='Day 11 - I would have said 2 and placed all my self-righteousness on it.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-1349322483666368482</id><published>2011-09-10T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T22:04:52.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10 - Complete and total worship is the only possible reaction, because His grace is so unfathomably good.</title><summary type='text'>Genesis 23:1-24:51; Matthew 8:1-17; Psalm 9:13-20; Prov. 3:1-6

At the beginning of today's portion, Sarah dies. She dies at 127. She only gets to spend around 35 years with Isaac.

My mom died when I was 31. I'm incredibly thankful for the 31 years I had with her...for she "should" have died when I was 10 (according to doctors), but I sure wish she was still around.

Abraham works to get a cave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1349322483666368482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1349322483666368482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1349322483666368482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-10.html' title='Day 10 - Complete and total worship is the only possible reaction, because His grace is so unfathomably good.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-2510992289528432491</id><published>2011-09-09T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:05:55.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 - I want credit for everything I do.</title><summary type='text'>Today's portion is January 9th.

That was my parent's anniversary, and I can't help but feel a little weepy about that. I don't care how long I live, I will always miss my mom. Just the other day, something occurred and my immediate thought was, "Oh, I should call my mom and tell her..."

Needless to say, I had a sad moment after that.

Gosh, I'm sitting here crying just thinking about it. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2510992289528432491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/2510992289528432491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/2510992289528432491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-9.html' title='Day 9 - I want credit for everything I do.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-3338708534708470898</id><published>2011-09-08T21:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T21:28:43.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 - Call me crazy, but I'm not a fan of Lot.</title><summary type='text'>Genesis 18:20-19:38; Matthew 6:25-7:14; Psalm 8; Proverbs 2:6-15

Cade came bounding into my classroom this afternoon ready to speak to me in Latin. Today was his first day of it. Our school begins Latin in 3rd grade, so Cade now gets to take it since he's finally made it to 3rd. He was all excited and couldn't wait to speak to me in it.

When he asked me how I was doing (in Latin), I proceeded </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3338708534708470898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-8-im-not-fan-of-lot.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/3338708534708470898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/3338708534708470898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-8-im-not-fan-of-lot.html' title='Day 8 - Call me crazy, but I&apos;m not a fan of Lot.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-8288652754328035506</id><published>2011-09-07T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T21:49:30.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 - Pooped</title><summary type='text'>I am falling asleep as I read. Literally.

After volleyball practice, we attempted to come home (6-ish) but for the second day in a row, wildfires were nearby, electricity was out, and today evacuations took place. I couldn't come back home until after 8:00.

I got on the treadmill, only to get off 6 minutes later.

I. am. beat.

I have read the Psalm and Proverbs portion and some of the Genesis </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8288652754328035506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-7-pooped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/8288652754328035506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/8288652754328035506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-7-pooped.html' title='Day 7 - Pooped'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-8563996295735368980</id><published>2011-09-06T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:40:47.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 - Abram had the guts to ask, he had the relationship to ask</title><summary type='text'>I had big plans for this afternoon. We didn't get home until nearly 6:00, but I was going to hop on the treadmill and finish that early, complete all of my ironing, blog, and be in bed by 9.

BUT, when we got home, our electricity was out, so no ironing, no cooking (not that I do that, but no refrigerator with milk for cereal ;)  ), no treadmill, so poo!

We headed out to Subway, came home and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8563996295735368980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/8563996295735368980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/8563996295735368980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-6.html' title='Day 6 - Abram had the guts to ask, he had the relationship to ask'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-7641519865177261598</id><published>2011-09-05T22:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:36:32.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 - God gives us a glimpse Behind the Scenes.</title><summary type='text'>Genesis 11:1-13:4; Matthew 5:1-26; Psalm 5; Proverbs 1:24-28



A few people have asked which Bible or program I am following, so here's a pic of it. It was cheap because it is paperback, and it is super easy to follow. Each day is a new couple of pages and I just read what is before me. It's wonderful!

Well, school begins tomorrow. I ironed 18 outfits and they are hanging in my closet. I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7641519865177261598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-5-god-gives-us-glimpse-behind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7641519865177261598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7641519865177261598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-5-god-gives-us-glimpse-behind.html' title='Day 5 - God gives us a glimpse Behind the Scenes.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kaBfPFYG-d8/TmWOEyxfFoI/AAAAAAAAAeo/JJbFyxHdPuw/s72-c/IMG_3645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-1997358983112190004</id><published>2011-09-04T22:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T22:26:15.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 - I want an easy life; not one on a house boat, covered in monkey poop during the storm of the century.</title><summary type='text'>Genesis 8:1-10:32; Matthew4:12-25; Psalm 4; Provers 1:20-23

I woke this morning with the thought that maybe I wouldn't go to church. I Know! I fight this battle every Sunday with myself. But, I thought about how much I would miss from Colossians 3, and how much I would miss in Sunday School if I stayed home.

See, I've gotten into reading/listening to "The Help". I have both the book and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1997358983112190004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-4-i-want-easy-life-not-one-on-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1997358983112190004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1997358983112190004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-4-i-want-easy-life-not-one-on-house.html' title='Day 4 - I want an easy life; not one on a house boat, covered in monkey poop during the storm of the century.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-7720957924775152523</id><published>2011-09-03T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T17:36:39.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - What does a 930 year old man look like?</title><summary type='text'>Genesis 5:1-7:24; Matthew 3:7-4:11; Psalm 3:1-8; Proverbs 1:10-19

Before I begin with today's portion...

1. I am the worst parker. I will always be crooked and sometimes it will be appalling at just how crooked I will be. Tonight as I pulled into Starbucks, I just happened to turn back around as I was entering the shop and caught a glimpse of my car. Um, crooked would be an understatement. And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7720957924775152523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7720957924775152523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7720957924775152523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-3.html' title='Day 3 - What does a 930 year old man look like?'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jGg1KGJJCGo/TmLyDJZ0WoI/AAAAAAAAAek/N2vw53ssWtI/s72-c/IMG_3084_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-7471747814129590601</id><published>2011-09-02T21:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T21:53:40.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - She chose to believe the talking snake.</title><summary type='text'>Genesis 3:1-4:26; Matthew 2:13-3:6; Psalm 2:1-12; Proverbs 1:7-9

First off, I just have to say that as I opened my Bible and saw "January 2" I went back in time for a quick moment. For 10 years, January 2 was a special day...my wedding day. Kind of funny how things change over and through time.

Now I don't even think about it...it seems so foreign, but when I saw that, my mind remembered that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7471747814129590601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7471747814129590601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7471747814129590601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-2.html' title='Day 2 - She chose to believe the talking snake.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-4644398935782611754</id><published>2011-09-01T22:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T22:16:03.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One baby....in the books!</title><summary type='text'>Day 1/365

Genesis 1:1-2:25; Matthew 1:1-2:12; Proverbs 1:1-6; Psalm 1:1-6

That's a whole lot of ones up there...just sayin'.

Okay, it is 9:35 p.m. My day began in the 5's, and I was at my school for 13.5 of those hours. To say I'm exhausted would be just a little shy of reality. I quite possibly could be seeing three of these screens before me.

I just walked in the door. I immediately walked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4644398935782611754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-1365-genesis-11-225-matthew-11-212.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4644398935782611754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4644398935782611754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-1365-genesis-11-225-matthew-11-212.html' title='Day One baby....in the books!'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-736313770821040546</id><published>2011-08-28T20:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:26:16.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Freedom Trail...Saddle up, we ride out Thursday.</title><summary type='text'>I wasn't going to go to church this morning. I woke up in plenty of time, but as I lay there all I could think of was everything I needed to get done today and everything that was about to start this week.

Now, did I get up at 6:45 and begin those things?

Of course not.

I rolled around in bed trying to deny it all and make it all go away. Why would I ever think about getting up and actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/736313770821040546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/freedom-trail.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/736313770821040546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/736313770821040546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/freedom-trail.html' title='The Freedom Trail...Saddle up, we ride out Thursday.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-5110359176215608023</id><published>2011-08-21T18:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T18:05:46.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School is just around the corner and I am panicking super excited. I have been ready to get going for a couple of weeks now, but I have been a nervous wreck all day today.

Volleyball starts bright and early tomorrow and will basically go all day. This is year 8 for me coaching, but I'm always nervous each time it begins again.

I forgot how many things I juggle during the school year and how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5110359176215608023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/school-is-just-around-corner-and-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5110359176215608023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5110359176215608023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/school-is-just-around-corner-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-2273403987881122741</id><published>2011-08-15T23:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T06:42:33.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Confessions...One Life Changing, One Just Embarrassing.</title><summary type='text'>I would be horrified...HOR. RI. FIED. if someone I knew walked up to me at the gym while I was on the treadmill.

Why, you might ask.

Because I watch such crud on T.V. while I treadmill and at home ...ya, just on the treadmill.  ;)

Yep, I joined the gym a month or so back. I've always been a gym girl, but after I moved outside the "big city" and became one of those ALL day workers (I KNOW, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2273403987881122741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/two-confessions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/2273403987881122741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/2273403987881122741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/two-confessions.html' title='Two Confessions...One Life Changing, One Just Embarrassing.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-5168488125005134793</id><published>2011-08-12T21:35:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T22:38:02.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Death, Three Dinners, and a Car Ride</title><summary type='text'>Well, we've had a death in our household this passed week.

Yes, Huckleberry Crab has gone on to meet his maker. Cade mourned...yep, he cried at the passing of his beloved (I personally forgot we even had it...hence the reason he died I am sure) hermit crab.

He required a 3 minute hug/soothing as he whimpered and talked his way through his grief, but since then, only happy memories recalling the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5168488125005134793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/well-weve-had-death-in-our-household.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5168488125005134793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5168488125005134793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/well-weve-had-death-in-our-household.html' title='One Death, Three Dinners, and a Car Ride'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-3681813428996046150</id><published>2011-08-04T15:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T15:28:29.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why St. Augustine and I could have been peeps</title><summary type='text'>I have a family reunion occurring at my house. It's the only thing I can gather, because there is all sorts of squawking, gobs of activity that makes your head spin, and as I attempt to go to my car, I feel I might be attacked. I'm so nervous, I hesitate to even try.

Technically, this seeming reunion is happening on my front porch of my house. :)

See, about 2 months ago, we had some birds build</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3681813428996046150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/long-obedience-in-same-direction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/3681813428996046150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/3681813428996046150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/long-obedience-in-same-direction.html' title='Why St. Augustine and I could have been peeps'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-4202745460567751480</id><published>2011-08-02T20:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:10:59.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't define God's goodness, for if I do, I'm making a deal with God.</title><summary type='text'>Gosh, it has been 3 weeks since I blogged last. I don't think I have gone that long in the last 2 years of blogging. When I have gone for a while without posting, my mind is usually whirling with stories and thoughts, but over these last few weeks my mind has been quiet...no narrating, no deep pondering, no nothing.

It was actually quite disconcerting for me. It was like my over-thinking ability</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4202745460567751480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/gosh-it-has-been-3-weeks-since-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4202745460567751480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4202745460567751480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/gosh-it-has-been-3-weeks-since-i.html' title='I can&apos;t define God&apos;s goodness, for if I do, I&apos;m making a deal with God.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1nJToFziC54/TjiHYIPtDLI/AAAAAAAAAd8/-1OHXO5nR1Q/s72-c/IMG_3551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-4278230643431071231</id><published>2011-07-23T21:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T21:26:33.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is officially my 4th attempt to write this post.

I can't land anywhere.

I can't complete a thought.

I can't explain where I've landed or explain any of my thoughts.

Neither occurred for a week, but then movement began this last week, but I can't voice it.

In 2 years of blogging, I have never rewritten a post...much less 4 times.

I've been in Starbucks for 2 hours tonight trying, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4278230643431071231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-officially-my-4th-attempt-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4278230643431071231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4278230643431071231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-officially-my-4th-attempt-to.html' title=''/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-3254510030679083795</id><published>2011-07-12T20:24:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T21:20:37.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just know, that if you are married or dating someone and you are in my presence, I am watching you. And, yes, you can say it, it's creepy.</title><summary type='text'>The Need to be Vulnerable verse the Vulnerability of being Needy:

At 1:00 this morning, I was awakened with a sudden need to tickle my ear, only to discover that I was killing a small fly-y type bug at the edge of my ear hole. Needless to say I was completely traumatized by this. The last time I looked at my clock was 5 a.m.

The horrifying experience kept me awake for over 4 hours.

All I could</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3254510030679083795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/at-100-this-morning-i-was-awakened-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/3254510030679083795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/3254510030679083795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/at-100-this-morning-i-was-awakened-with.html' title='Just know, that if you are married or dating someone and you are in my presence, I am watching you. And, yes, you can say it, it&apos;s creepy.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-2377638255142528971</id><published>2011-07-08T20:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T20:24:33.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There is very little to no point at all in this post...just me rambling.</title><summary type='text'>I haven't really talked to anybody today...a few text messages, but that's it, so I just have to say to "you" how heavy my heart is for the Stone family in Dallas. The story from the ballpark just crushes my heart, and I don't even know what to do with it. It certainly made my time today with Cade more special, but being the anxious leaner that I am, I also thought heavily about all the bad that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2377638255142528971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/there-is-very-little-to-no-point-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/2377638255142528971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/2377638255142528971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/there-is-very-little-to-no-point-at-all.html' title='There is very little to no point at all in this post...just me rambling.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7BsAtym0SV4/ThemXO51sdI/AAAAAAAAAdo/g2tvtp0tS5o/s72-c/IMG_3513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-537147018144007265</id><published>2011-07-06T22:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:35:22.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Reentry - Fail!</title><summary type='text'>I returned last night from my 12 day excursion across the northwest. My trip was wonderful, amazing, fun, and everything I could have hoped for.

But returning to life after fantastic vacation is always hard...Cade is even crying right now.

He and I had a great night last night and a really good day today, but tonight, well, tears are flowing.

It is probably more my fault. I could have handled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/537147018144007265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/reality-reentry-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/537147018144007265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/537147018144007265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/reality-reentry-fail.html' title='Reality Reentry - Fail!'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qmd9wpBKPe8/ThUh0H9yLCI/AAAAAAAAAdM/nswmfVPm6MY/s72-c/IMG_3480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-540087773113811317</id><published>2011-07-01T13:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T13:27:38.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a little secret...actually it's a BIG one!</title><summary type='text'>What's my secret, well...you know how there are 50 states in this great nation of ours, but certain states get a little more publicity than others, and when your child is in first grade and gets assigned Hawaii or New York or Florida for their state project, you are all up in that because the information out there is plentiful and it's easy to make their, uh, I mean help them make their, project </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/540087773113811317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-have-little-secretactually-its-big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/540087773113811317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/540087773113811317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-have-little-secretactually-its-big.html' title='I have a little secret...actually it&apos;s a BIG one!'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-19d1jnDs_5I/Tg3_s7UH7dI/AAAAAAAAAbs/6ncICdrs_dU/s72-c/IMG_3262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-361529473828681783</id><published>2011-06-29T22:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T23:01:46.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Blueberry Scones, a Drive through an Enchanted Forest, and a REALLY FAST Ferry STAT!</title><summary type='text'>I probably shouldn't write tonight...for a multitude of reasons. One, I'm exhausted. Two, I'm coming off my happy pills from my flight (on a VERY small plane!) and happy pills slow the brain down, so it's amazing how I can't think of certain words to use. Makes me giggle really. Three, I'm not exactly sure what I have to say, which means I might divulge something too personal. ;)

Let's start </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/361529473828681783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/fresh-blueberry-scones-drive-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/361529473828681783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/361529473828681783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/fresh-blueberry-scones-drive-through.html' title='Fresh Blueberry Scones, a Drive through an Enchanted Forest, and a REALLY FAST Ferry STAT!'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_2jNOPpbnY/TgvktC5-IDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/g2R-wUSfGRE/s72-c/IMG_3214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-1747622577333842207</id><published>2011-06-28T12:39:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T20:43:41.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Died That Day! (Princess Bride)</title><summary type='text'>I firmly believe it is a crime for hotels not to have wifi in rooms. What is one to do when the only thing worthy of watching on a night like this is Princess Bride and no wifi means no itunes, which means no way to download it.

Princess Bride has the best one-liners in it, and I used that one (up there) not too long ago while referring to someone who got the nerve to go out and get a girlfriend</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1747622577333842207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-died-that-day-princess-bride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1747622577333842207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1747622577333842207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-died-that-day-princess-bride.html' title='I Died That Day! (Princess Bride)'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x9hqjO3vUpk/TgoMOAbk0ZI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/zAceydjGtzY/s72-c/IMG_3059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-6874812324808439363</id><published>2011-06-26T14:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T14:43:49.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm living the life God has breathed back into me...</title><summary type='text'>

The view from where I am sitting...pretty great view.
Gosh, I don't even know where to begin. The last 48 hours have been so full and I have had 22 different "blog" possibilities, but have had zero time to write, so we will see where this ends up.

Tomorrow will be the 3rd anniversary of my mom's death. She died June 27, 2008 at the age of 58. At that time I was in a horrible state. I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6874812324808439363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-living-life-god-has-breathed-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/6874812324808439363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/6874812324808439363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-living-life-god-has-breathed-back.html' title='I&apos;m living the life God has breathed back into me...'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YPwGXWMoqBQ/TgeACLfvNNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/odTZRitoAoY/s72-c/IMG_3023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-366538989849970778</id><published>2011-06-22T18:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T19:00:58.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, You CAN buy happiness, and I'm about to buy me some more of it.</title><summary type='text'>As I head into this weekend, I've been thinking about all sorts...from neediness and loneliness (which I will be posting on soon) to my "someday list" to the joys of summer vacation. I was reminded of this post I made this time last year. I still believe it...yes, you can buy happiness and I'm about to buy me some more of it.  :)
Here is a repost, and I'm so glad I reread it. I will write a fresh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/366538989849970778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/yes-you-can-buy-happiness-and-im-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/366538989849970778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/366538989849970778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/yes-you-can-buy-happiness-and-im-about.html' title='Yes, You CAN buy happiness, and I&apos;m about to buy me some more of it.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tp-oYyFLtxA/TgKBSlAjMnI/AAAAAAAAAZg/stRmD-SOda0/s72-c/IMG_0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-4210229397603076319</id><published>2011-06-15T22:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T22:40:51.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Still and Know that I Am God.</title><summary type='text'>I'm not quite sure why I am writing tonight. I don't feel overwhelmingly inspired...really more the opposite of that.

I've found myself in a weird way these last couple days...in a way I don't remember being like in quite some time.

My friend was telling me a story a couple of days ago. It was about her aunt and how she was getting married.  My friend didn't even know she had been dating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4210229397603076319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-not-quite-sure-why-i-am-writing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4210229397603076319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4210229397603076319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-not-quite-sure-why-i-am-writing.html' title='Be Still and Know that I Am God.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r2XudpnE6NA/Tflxpj5VBJI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Smr4OsWgTu8/s72-c/IMG_2873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-995436202215444660</id><published>2011-06-13T14:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:00:03.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace upon Grace upon Grace...</title><summary type='text'>(Still trying to figure out the music situation...scroll down and hit play, but I think there are ads imbedded now. BOO! Trying to figure out what playlist did and how to make it stop!!)

I set off this morning to walk some hills to prepare for my Seattle half in a couple of weeks. After Nashville, I decided that preparing the ole legs for hills would be a good idea. I don't usually check course </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/995436202215444660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/grace-upon-grace-upon-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/995436202215444660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/995436202215444660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/grace-upon-grace-upon-grace.html' title='Grace upon Grace upon Grace...'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JynYBEjS3ug/TfVMfPiPQLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/LmNwOzy-foE/s72-c/IMG_2865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-5325008750170906406</id><published>2011-06-11T20:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T21:22:38.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He sees you...</title><summary type='text'>(If music is not playing, scroll down and click on the play button...it isn't auto starting for me and my computer for some reason. The music is the best part of these whole shenanigans called blogs.)

Well, reality reentry is taking place. I'm back home from vacation and I'm slowly pinching myself trying to snap myself out of vacation mode.

Even though being a teacher and on summer break means </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5325008750170906406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/he-sees-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5325008750170906406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5325008750170906406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/he-sees-you.html' title='He sees you...'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C4ZuuqTemEw/TfQTaM3ls8I/AAAAAAAAAYU/PJQAq1YXZ14/s72-c/IMG_2600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-8759340146814761605</id><published>2011-06-07T04:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T05:07:17.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends don't let friends blog on little to no sleep...especially when it's 4 in the morning...</title><summary type='text'>The clock says 3:51 a.m., which is a terrible thing. I don't feel well and I have been up for almost 2 hours now. I'm not sure if it is the VERY strong coffee my bro brewed for me at 7:30 last night or if it because I don't feel well, or a multiple of other items that have me seemingly wide awake during the middle of the night.

We have a FULL day tomorrow, so to have a night with possibly 3-4 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8759340146814761605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/clock-says-351.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/8759340146814761605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/8759340146814761605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/clock-says-351.html' title='Friends don&apos;t let friends blog on little to no sleep...especially when it&apos;s 4 in the morning...'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-unobmAMRm_0/Te3z4bRLDlI/AAAAAAAAAYM/XEekJbC3lRo/s72-c/IMG_2710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-5203076144458572664</id><published>2011-06-05T22:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:00:50.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste and See Tour Stops 22-24</title><summary type='text'>#22 - The Fig Tree
One of my favorite people took me to The Fig Tree for my birthday. She wanted to go somewhere nice on my list, so we chose this gem of a place on the riverwalk. The food is absolutely delicious and the ambiance is great. She said they had a wonderful wine list, but I chose to get a Bellini instead of wine. I have GOT to remember that Bellini's can only be ordered if they are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5203076144458572664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/taste-and-see-tour-stops-22-24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5203076144458572664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5203076144458572664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/taste-and-see-tour-stops-22-24.html' title='Taste and See Tour Stops 22-24'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ut25WHoJqs/TexNv0_CJ_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/G82wqd6YiGU/s72-c/IMG_2540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-7453930905968415075</id><published>2011-05-29T15:44:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T22:01:08.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Mike Tyson and Oswald Chambers taught me this week.</title><summary type='text'>I am sitting in a packed Starbucks...with too many people for me to be able to concentrate really, so we will see how this works for me and blogging.

It's Sunday morning, and I'm not at church. But I am up, out of bed, not vegging out, and I have big plans for the day. I've had 2 days (36 hours at least) of no school and complete relaxation. And of course, that relaxation included staying in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7453930905968415075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-iron-mike-tyson-and-oswald.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7453930905968415075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7453930905968415075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-iron-mike-tyson-and-oswald.html' title='What Mike Tyson and Oswald Chambers taught me this week.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-5836948370177453509</id><published>2011-05-22T21:01:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:28:48.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste and See Tour Stop: The Cove</title><summary type='text'>Well, this is the first time in a while that I haven't had something in mind I was going to write about. I've pondered some issues, one being the validation we seek from others...especially a potential mate, but I haven't had enough time to seriously ponder and put together some thoughts on it.

This last week was just a crazy one so I guess my mind hasn't had enough time to wander and ponder.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5836948370177453509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/well-this-is-first-time-in-while-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5836948370177453509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5836948370177453509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/well-this-is-first-time-in-while-that-i.html' title='Taste and See Tour Stop: The Cove'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sK7exGbltYo/Tdm-j6DOBMI/AAAAAAAAAWg/hNEr6mEU6CY/s72-c/IMG_2341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-1893728017934217350</id><published>2011-05-15T07:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T21:53:40.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But wait! I was going to marry Prince William.</title><summary type='text'>Every time I go to Chipotle, I am reminded why I don't ever go to Chipotle. But, I was STARVING and for some horrific reason, it sounded good, so I went. Then I regretted it all evening. I am not a fan...too much onion.

If those onions were in ring form and dipped in a fried substance, then they would be okay. But they aren't. They are raw and potent.

If you love Chipotle and we are meeting for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1893728017934217350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/but-wait-i-was-going-to-marry-prince.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1893728017934217350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1893728017934217350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/but-wait-i-was-going-to-marry-prince.html' title='But wait! I was going to marry Prince William.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-7260373312011321802</id><published>2011-05-09T21:55:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T13:15:00.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How her legacy helped me change mine.</title><summary type='text'>"It's never too late to become the person you might have been." (um, fairly confident I heard that on a T.V. show, but still good.)

It took 5 months, but it happened. I got pulled over for an expired registration...and...wait for it...expired inspection....oh....and I gave us blonds a good name for NOT HAVING my Driver's License with me either!!

Yep, I looked like a complete idiot, and my son </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7260373312011321802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-never-too-late-to-become-person-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7260373312011321802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7260373312011321802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-never-too-late-to-become-person-you.html' title='How her legacy helped me change mine.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoK8xfRyyBw/Tcigtol1LYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/ndRuevMo2C4/s72-c/IMG_2329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-3095646233831596109</id><published>2011-05-04T21:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T09:05:28.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The love of a mom...</title><summary type='text'>I called my dad this morning and left him a pathetic message. It went something like this, "Dad, I know I'm not YOUR mother, but since you are always so kind to give me a gift such as flowers and take me to a fancy meal...I was wondering if you might consider sending over your maid instead of that? I am pitiful and desperate and would love a visit from your maid."

He, of course, called me back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3095646233831596109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-called-my-dad-this-morning-and-left.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/3095646233831596109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/3095646233831596109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-called-my-dad-this-morning-and-left.html' title='The love of a mom...'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9kZ7syFJiJY/TcICgx07TKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/gBNKMW0tVu4/s72-c/IMG_2266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-4277813682113068054</id><published>2011-04-25T21:58:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T23:16:36.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being chosen is a powerful thing...Marriage might possibly be the adult version of being picked for the kickball team</title><summary type='text'>

I got a little creative over the weekend.
It's been a beautiful weekend and I'm enjoying a nice break from school. We have a 4 day weekend...a much needed one by all participants in that thing called school. My homeroom is a bit small this year, so we are all close and get plenty of time together...so this last week I could see that they needed a bit of a break from each other. They all get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4277813682113068054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-my-name-is-shelly-and-i-take.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4277813682113068054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/4277813682113068054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-my-name-is-shelly-and-i-take.html' title='Being chosen is a powerful thing...Marriage might possibly be the adult version of being picked for the kickball team'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t21oTvBqcy4/TbY6xfTpRYI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_EBvX8dx2bg/s72-c/IMG_2226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-158563621742921760</id><published>2011-04-24T22:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T22:31:41.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste and See Tour Stop #21 - Florio's Pizza</title><summary type='text'>I love going to Florio's Pizza because it is true blue New York pizzeria kind of stuff. The owners are from New Jersey and new York, so the place is covered in all sorts of sports paraphernalia. It's great. The people are friendly but quirky and you get a mammoth pizza made to order!

If you have never been to Florio's Pizza, it's a must! Take your family and get ready to enjoy some really great </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/158563621742921760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/working-on-my-new-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/158563621742921760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/158563621742921760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/working-on-my-new-post.html' title='Taste and See Tour Stop #21 - Florio&apos;s Pizza'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3LMh3oxNA6A/TbY2EYvgXxI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_2uBs7OfAuY/s72-c/IMG_2221.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-1308771122118935493</id><published>2011-04-17T21:24:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T14:21:16.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Shelly, and I am a People Watcher.</title><summary type='text'>I’ve decided that if I ever get married again, I shall register at Starbucks. :)Starbucks seems to cure all sorts of things in my life. It is the ultimate “comfort food” I can get on a daily basis...if needed. I can be bought and sold with one of those little white cups...preferably with the BLACK and green logo on it and not the new one they are trying to pass off on us. Don’t even get me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1308771122118935493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-name-is-shelly-and-i-am-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1308771122118935493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1308771122118935493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-name-is-shelly-and-i-am-people.html' title='My name is Shelly, and I am a People Watcher.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nbpi6_kPUGc/Taue3c9gQsI/AAAAAAAAAVc/r1N_mkHyJsc/s72-c/IMG_2133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-7343227197773200741</id><published>2011-04-10T21:29:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T14:07:17.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste and See Tour Stops 18-20</title><summary type='text'>I’m sitting at baseball practice and it is officially 95 degrees down here in Texas. We haven’t seen rain in months and the allergy season just continues on. Thankfully I am not heavily bothered like so many are, but my eyes itch and my contacts can cause problems. Someone asked me why I don't where my glasses, but I proceeded to describe my pitiful glasses to them and they proceeded to tell me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7343227197773200741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-sitting-at-baseball-practice-and-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7343227197773200741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7343227197773200741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-sitting-at-baseball-practice-and-it.html' title='Taste and See Tour Stops 18-20'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7vHrCs5jRAE/TaJe1BpdwVI/AAAAAAAAAUs/qO2Vh20WWoY/s72-c/IMG_2105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-9169302816381956845</id><published>2011-04-02T22:57:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:39:56.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You got Love? Well, the answer is YES!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I can't believe I have actually sat down to begin writing this blog.



Baseball is his new favorite
Honest to goodness, I didn't think I would take 2 weeks to write part 2 of "the four letter word". But I tell you what, my life is happening these days and carving out 2-4 hours to sit and think and write (especially on a topic I LOVE to avoid) was next to impossible. ;)

My life has been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9169302816381956845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-got-love-well-answer-is-yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/9169302816381956845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/9169302816381956845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-got-love-well-answer-is-yes.html' title='You got Love? 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In fact, I have avoided blogging because I knew what my topic was going to be. It has been plaguing me and no matter how much I avoid it, it continues to haunt me. :)It’s been cracking me up at how many times something in regards to the topic has followed me around on a daily basis. If I opened up another blogger’s page, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7269173602400147791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/that-4-letter-word.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7269173602400147791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7269173602400147791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/that-4-letter-word.html' title='That 4 letter word...'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-1202667696980844090</id><published>2011-03-18T09:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:49:15.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste and See Tour Stop #14 - One of the oldest in SAT, Schilo's</title><summary type='text'>Thursday morning we headed downtown to meet my dad for lunch. His office is near the zoo and park, so the traffic proved to be quite tricky. Spring Break is in full swing down here, so the crowds by the gardens, zoo, golf course, and parks were causing a need for police to direct traffic. In the end, Papa had to come to us and we eventually met up and continued on together and hit up the famous </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1202667696980844090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/taste-and-see-tour-stop-14-one-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1202667696980844090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/1202667696980844090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/taste-and-see-tour-stop-14-one-of.html' title='Taste and See Tour Stop #14 - One of the oldest in SAT, Schilo&apos;s'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yt2s1NB8Xy8/TYNtq9nMb5I/AAAAAAAAATU/QRdejPTADyk/s72-c/IMG_2031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-7175314332350163557</id><published>2011-03-16T17:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:29:26.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another reason why I love teaching....SPRING BREAK!!</title><summary type='text'>
Taste and See Tour Stop #12 and #13 - Mr. Ice Cream and La Frite

Wow! I love Spring Break...what a gift straight from God!

We have had lots of fun so far. We've done the Alamo, the Riverwalk, Mr. Ice Cream, the Rampage hockey game, and we have plans for a few more things. We've worked in the house, the garage, and in the yard. I've cleaned, mowed, read, and Cade has trampolined in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7175314332350163557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-reason-why-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7175314332350163557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7175314332350163557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/another-reason-why-i-love.html' title='Another reason why I love teaching....SPRING BREAK!!'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LxDvFuvZ18k/TYE036ild4I/AAAAAAAAATE/Up6jY7fGPYI/s72-c/IMG_1967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-7692806613886871335</id><published>2011-03-12T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T10:05:00.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taste and See Tour Stop #11 - Cappy's

LOVE Cappy's! It has a unique menu that is DELICIOUS, a wonderfully quaint atmosphere, and very nice customer service. My friend and I headed over there at about 7 and had such an enjoyable dinner and conversation. I love being with this particular friend for a multitude of reasons...her smile lights up a room, her down to earth mentality, her gracious and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7692806613886871335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/taste-and-see-tour-stop-11-cappys-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7692806613886871335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/7692806613886871335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/taste-and-see-tour-stop-11-cappys-love.html' title=''/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vxo9q1ms6Hw/TXuX43gGOxI/AAAAAAAAASs/-yLROO1Kcms/s72-c/IMG_1940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-6160398135591944986</id><published>2011-03-06T18:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T09:38:42.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few new tunes and some encouragement...and a free book!</title><summary type='text'>Itunes can be very problematic for me. I always overspend! This week was our Texas Celebration week for 5th grade. It was great fun...but that's not my point. I went on itunes to download a few "Texas" songs to be playing while people walked around our classroom looking at all of the projects and then to have playing while we were outside having our Texas lunch.

Well, 17 songs later, I had quite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6160398135591944986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/few-new-tunes-and-some-encouragement.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/6160398135591944986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/6160398135591944986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/few-new-tunes-and-some-encouragement.html' title='A few new tunes and some encouragement...and a free book!'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-u_rftnuB7e0/TXQhdocJi4I/AAAAAAAAASc/0Czxi7kxIg0/s72-c/IMG_1917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-3084504000279528108</id><published>2011-02-27T17:02:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T21:15:38.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Art of Showing Up to the Discipline of Perseverance</title><summary type='text'>Okay, first off, baseball equipment for 7 year old boys is completely overpriced. The "good but not great" baseball bat was $80! Ya, I said $80. That could feed a small village in Africa...That is like almost 2 months of my Starbucks bill. Come on now!

All I have to say is, thank you to all those Papas out there who help their grandchildren stay properly equipped for sports. After paying the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3084504000279528108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/okay-first-off-baseball-equipment-for-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/3084504000279528108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/3084504000279528108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/okay-first-off-baseball-equipment-for-7.html' title='From the Art of Showing Up to the Discipline of Perseverance'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dGNuGOgun6U/TWrLCL_taYI/AAAAAAAAASY/gHdJYxQ4hN8/s72-c/IMG_1912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734717050282568937.post-5084277448742972850</id><published>2011-02-23T20:52:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:19:29.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 pound Cinnamon Roll and the art of showing up.</title><summary type='text'>I had a dream the other night...it was a good one. It was about something I think about often. But, I woke up right before it got really good...rats! ;)

As I woke up, my cynicism kicked in and said, even if that happened, I would screw it up.

Even if I got to that point, or even if God plopped me right there, the moment "I entered" the picture, it would all fall apart, I'd screw it up.

But, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5084277448742972850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-pound-cinnamon-roll-and-art-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5084277448742972850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6734717050282568937/posts/default/5084277448742972850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://searchwithallyourheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/3-pound-cinnamon-roll-and-art-of.html' title='The 3 pound Cinnamon Roll and the art of showing up.'/><author><name>shellybell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11268256501849618387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JurnHsCo5Xw/ThR9Lh2S6EI/AAAAAAAAAcM/HlUdokqm_SU/s220/IMG_3010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RfoRUS-xWbk/TWXGWSVAerI/AAAAAAAAAR0/v7dG-fyPU7A/s72-c/IMG_1874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
