<?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-5821751</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:12:09.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Melody's thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>Not every phone call has to end in 'I love you' and not every goodbye has to end with a kiss.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>332</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-2254661301482978297</id><published>2008-06-10T06:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T06:54:07.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A tragic, twisted tail of lovers torn apart"</title><summary type='text'>This is a little clip of what I do here in the BBC guesthouse...okay not really. But I wrote a short story to apoligize for a girl's missing sunglasses.The adventures in the Middle EastBy: The black stylish sunglasses"A tragic, twisted tail of lovers torn apart"     It was another squelching day in Palestine, the sun rose early that morning making sure to be beating down rays on anyone that dared</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/2254661301482978297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/2254661301482978297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2254661301482978297' title='A tragic, twisted tail of lovers torn apart&quot;'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-2398737491057299376</id><published>2008-01-17T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:52:09.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Palestine:</title><summary type='text'>I have had so many questions about how I am doing and what I am doing over here in Palestine. So I will take some time to answer them.   For the last couple weeks I have been doing lots of random stuff since the kids have been away. I went to lots of different sights and have gotten to know more of my Muslim neighbors. I have had many ups and downs my first seven weeks here. For the first two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/2398737491057299376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/2398737491057299376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#2398737491057299376' title='Life in Palestine:'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-505150181682969783</id><published>2007-12-28T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T12:52:38.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas isn’t really a place but in your heart.</title><summary type='text'>So this Christmas was special. I was able to celebrate in Bethlehem the birthplace of Christ. It is hard to grasp! Although it was awesome it still didn’t feel like Christmas. I wasn’t able to wake up from a warm bed greet my family and share gifts. I never got to eat shrimp, watch the Christmas story and enjoy those I love most. I really love being here, but being away for Christmas was really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/505150181682969783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/505150181682969783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#505150181682969783' title='Christmas isn’t really a place but in your heart.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-3421642615172017227</id><published>2007-12-17T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T14:22:18.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t flush the toilet paper:</title><summary type='text'>I still can’t comprehend that I am in the West Bank. Every time I leave House of Hope I am hit with the realization that I am not in my home town any more. I’ve traveled the world a lot in the past two years. This is the seventh country I have been in and it is hard to believe I am in the Holy Land. Every country I have been in (except Scotland I think) I haven’t been able to flush the toilet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/3421642615172017227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/3421642615172017227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3421642615172017227' title='Don’t flush the toilet paper:'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-507194221657784830</id><published>2007-11-10T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T16:04:41.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck it up and serve the Lord</title><summary type='text'>Wow, training went so fast, we only have one more week of speakers! It is so crazy to think about. I have so much planned for when i go home.     God is just doing so many amazing things in my life and the team. I can't put it all in words and especially not in the limited Internet time I am given.    If I put everything that God has been teaching me the past week it is SELFLESS. Just how I need </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/507194221657784830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/507194221657784830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#507194221657784830' title='Suck it up and serve the Lord'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-6790012783892731893</id><published>2007-11-05T06:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T07:04:40.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><summary type='text'>Wow, it has been awhile since I updated! Sorry! Life at HDC is good. I'm learning so much, but yet ready to go home for a week and the go to Israel.    I have only two weeks left here which is a scary thought! I am starting week nine of training! It is amazing how time flys.   I leave for camp hebron soon and thought I would give a short update on what God is teaching me. But I am doing it more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/6790012783892731893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/6790012783892731893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6790012783892731893' title='love'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-856077895950724758</id><published>2007-09-23T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:18:48.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm broken hearted</title><summary type='text'>As I sat on the second floor watching out the window as the neighborhood children played in the yard, this one young girl stuck out to me. I've watched out that window many of times, but never saw this little girl before. She looked about five, was petite, beautiful and had big pretty eyes. As I watched her standing there while all the rest of the kids played I noticed those big eyes were filled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/856077895950724758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/856077895950724758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#856077895950724758' title='I&apos;m broken hearted'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-6266355998099035654</id><published>2007-08-27T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T18:14:40.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's coming up!</title><summary type='text'>Wow, less then two weeks now! It is crazy how fast time goes, and I am sure I will be saying that a lot this next year. I leave for training soon and then Israel. Last night I met one of my team mates named Adam and he is mad cool and I am excited that he is coming with. I get along really well with him and we agree on a lot of issues together.   Well, as far as I know none of my money came in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/6266355998099035654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/6266355998099035654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6266355998099035654' title='it&apos;s coming up!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-7327634144654745483</id><published>2007-08-07T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T17:33:50.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>coming back</title><summary type='text'>Coming back after three weeks I thought would be such a joy. But how is it we always reflect on the bad?   I come back really sick from Lyme disease and after only a couple hours of sleep I am going into work. I was throwing up (and a Turkey Hill bathroom is not a pleasant place to be when sick.) and since my boss wouldn't let me go home I decided to make the best of it. I started helping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/7327634144654745483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/7327634144654745483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7327634144654745483' title='coming back'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-6543609643624125659</id><published>2007-07-15T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:28:12.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><summary type='text'>(conversation between a Christian and an everyday person.")"Why is it Christians are so scared?""What do you mean?""Christians are always scared. They are so ready to go preach the Gospel but so scared they might actually meet the world.""What do you mean meet the world?""Like they go into ministry with this, listen to me, point of view. But as soon as you start talking about how your life sucks,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/6543609643624125659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/6543609643624125659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#6543609643624125659' title='....'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-143192859695600394</id><published>2007-06-21T17:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T17:55:23.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and it sinks in</title><summary type='text'>Last night I was at youth group and it was so amazing! God was moving in such drastic ways. During the worship time I sat down against the wall and was praying and looked over to see a map of the world. I started praying for my outreach and that is when it started really sinking in. I was almost crying when realizing I only have one more month with my brother till he leaves and I leave. I only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/143192859695600394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/143192859695600394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#143192859695600394' title='and it sinks in'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aSPlJ-jxWmM/RnryabwHs1I/AAAAAAAAACo/ZjbXkVtZuCc/s72-c/VX9400_Closed_ge_lr_m_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-1837949857097817911</id><published>2007-06-10T19:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T20:05:31.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for this?</title><summary type='text'>Wow I leave tomorrow for the cabin and am so excited! I have been working way too much. I worked nine days straight had one off and am working seven more. But I need the money since my car broke down. :(   Canada is coming up soon! I cannot wait! There are so many awesome people going.I cannot to see Rachel! Only a couple more weeks!So I haven't been at church in awhile. I just hate the sitting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/1837949857097817911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/1837949857097817911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1837949857097817911' title='Ready for this?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-6952730738558703107</id><published>2007-05-26T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T09:28:53.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>coming together</title><summary type='text'>Things are starting to come together right now. I have so much planed. I am going to Canada, Tennessee and YES. My life is just me and God. I am seriously starting to not care about leaving my friends for a year. I have my hardcore group of friends that I love and I know that I will not lose those friendships. God is also showing me that I can pamper myself sometimes and just enjoy that he made </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/6952730738558703107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/6952730738558703107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#6952730738558703107' title='coming together'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-8932245337113368052</id><published>2007-05-07T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T17:52:34.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life gets dirty sometimes!</title><summary type='text'>I LOVE my friends! Yesterday Justin, Kairsie, Nate and I went four wheeling and dirt biking. It was so amazing. There was big puddles and Nate would hit them and get me all wet. After getting all dirty we crashed the church baseball game.      My life has been really crazy lately. I am planning all this stuff and so excited about everything.  I can't wait to see Rachel.  Another new thing is I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/8932245337113368052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/8932245337113368052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8932245337113368052' title='life gets dirty sometimes!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aSPlJ-jxWmM/Rj-cYaW80LI/AAAAAAAAACg/2owN5PP03G0/s72-c/dirtbikekids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-8436706115109371640</id><published>2007-04-24T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T00:34:56.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"She’s finding love in the back of a carwhen is it too lateHave they gone too farShe’s having trouble drawing the lineBut she knows she wants to feel beautifulShe struggles finding self-respectShe’ll wake up feeling regretHer purity's been compromisedBut she knows she wants to feel beautifulA promise made to treasureYou don’t have to give it awayFalling for the pressureYou can’t mend a vow when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/8436706115109371640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/8436706115109371640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8436706115109371640' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-6617079433924062487</id><published>2007-04-18T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:25:34.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not every</title><summary type='text'>I just read my title for the blog that says "Not every phone call has to end in 'I love you' and not every goodbye has to end with a kiss. And I remembered I should come back to my senses sometimes. As I sit here surrounded by some of the most awesome guys I know, why on earth do I ruin friendships by trying to make them into more. Why do I have to be cuddling when I have tons more fun laughing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/6617079433924062487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/6617079433924062487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6617079433924062487' title='not every'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aSPlJ-jxWmM/RiZePWS7iGI/AAAAAAAAABo/9ylmyQXHkm8/s72-c/Brookonbeachlookingcute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-2016705011832765678</id><published>2007-04-08T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T20:10:36.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>love and racing</title><summary type='text'>Since my dad's surgery I have been spending lots of time with him. (please keep praying for his healing and that he doesn't need another surgery.) Today my dad sat down with me because he said he was scared for me.He told me relationships can be like racing. You are going so fast and getting to know each other's moves. It is serious business but at the same time lots of fun. Sometimes the end </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/2016705011832765678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/2016705011832765678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2016705011832765678' title='love and racing'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-2688518763641252504</id><published>2007-04-05T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T16:30:30.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It keeps pulling me back</title><summary type='text'>"She struggles finding self-respectShe’ll wake up feeling regretHer purity's been compromisedBut she knows she wants to feel beautiful" Krystal MeyersEach morning I wake up and roll over thinking how the clock is going to turn to 5:00am and start the normal beeping telling me I have 45min to get to work. I start brushing my teeth and changing and slowly walk down stairs and check e-mail before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/2688518763641252504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/2688518763641252504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2688518763641252504' title='It keeps pulling me back'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-7711191537823479352</id><published>2007-03-28T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T16:08:49.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><summary type='text'>It has been too long. I sorta use this as a journal to remember my thoughts.   Lately I have been feeling judged, unwelcome, and unworthy to be with my Christian friends. I love God but yet every time I try and hang out with my friends I leave so angry and hurt. It just feels like I'm being pushed away. But at the same time I know I have a lot to do with that. I am getting at that age to stop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/7711191537823479352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/7711191537823479352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7711191537823479352' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-8588238895226080613</id><published>2007-03-15T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T10:31:08.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Ipod/ the songs of my life</title><summary type='text'>Soundtrack to my life...So, here's how it works:1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)2. Put it on shuffle3. Press play4. For every question, type the song that's playing5. When you go to a new question, press the next button6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...Opening Credits:Sweet Home AlabamaLynard SkynardWaking Up:Sick Cycle CarouselLifehouseFirst Day At </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/8588238895226080613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/8588238895226080613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8588238895226080613' title='New Ipod/ the songs of my life'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-6178380527233413073</id><published>2007-03-09T06:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T06:44:27.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><summary type='text'>These past couple months working at TurkeyHill I have been talking to a lot of people and asking them their opinions of God and why they would never go to church. The number one reason for not going to church is: Christians are all judgmental hypocrites.   And now I think I agree, I'm included.  I have never felt so truly accepted except with my non Christian friends. They knew I was a Christian </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/6178380527233413073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/6178380527233413073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6178380527233413073' title='..'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-4672705964148060553</id><published>2007-02-23T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T21:47:25.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty</title><summary type='text'>So I really should be heading to work right now, but my last post was starting to make me sad so I thought I would put a happy post!God is sooo good, he is doing such amazing things in my life today.This morning I woke up and just looked into the mirror and felt beautiful! This may not be a big thing to anyone else but it is HUGE for me! It wasn't a I am hotter then everyone else, but a peace </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/4672705964148060553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/4672705964148060553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4672705964148060553' title='beauty'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-5182417915479734770</id><published>2007-02-18T04:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T04:24:43.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>months go by and the feelings come back</title><summary type='text'>There was a really hard month I went through from the beginning of September into the end of October. Where I was open to sharing and to anything because the pain hurt so bad. Life threw so much at me and I lost the worlds to say and just cried. I am sorta trying to put my thoughts and journal into a book to organize it a little. I was reading entries and looking at pictures. I remembered all the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/5182417915479734770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/5182417915479734770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5182417915479734770' title='months go by and the feelings come back'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aSPlJ-jxWmM/RdgZ9v_JWDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fyFSL6Th02o/s72-c/HPIM2105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-18987040358505615</id><published>2007-02-17T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T02:10:13.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>Why is it I tend to be so evil? I care so much about some people but yet in the back of my head I always have selfish thoughts bugging me. I tend to take friends for my advantage and don't value people. It bothers me so much when I feel this way. I just wish I could kill my desires and focus only on bringing other people up. Why is it my night off from work I get a bad head ache and fever? Ugh, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/18987040358505615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/18987040358505615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#18987040358505615' title='...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_aSPlJ-jxWmM/RdaqFP_JV_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/jGl6Xvem5jc/s72-c/3639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-801665616880674378</id><published>2007-02-09T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:04:04.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year</title><summary type='text'>Wow it is valentines day again? Now I know a bunch of people hate valentines day but I really have just enjoyed it. Sometimes we need a day to remember those we love. Now I have never had a date on Valentine's day and this year is no different. Yes, last year Brook took me to Cracker Barrel but that wasn't on Valentines day it was a day late. Uhh....so it doesn't count? Alright I am done talking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/801665616880674378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/801665616880674378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#801665616880674378' title='Another year'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-8119677435962994240</id><published>2007-02-04T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:04:05.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You will never regret giving God each day</title><summary type='text'>"A young girl walks into her room and doesn't like what she seesIn her reflection there, she's not what she wants to beShe cries out, she cries outThe frustrations of this life are filling her headHow could such a simple thing have a grip so intenseShe cries out, She cries outShe tries just to be what she's notshe's destroying herselfShe starves herselfThe compulsion must endShe cries out, cries </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/8119677435962994240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/8119677435962994240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8119677435962994240' title='You will never regret giving God each day'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-2131051654257313565</id><published>2007-01-25T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:24:48.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the darkness drift away</title><summary type='text'>Wow life. Wow God.Sometimes I really enjoy life. Now is one of those times where I question God though.So Dave and I were going out and both knew to keep friends important in our lives. Well I work with Dave and so does his best friend. On Friday night Dave came with me to church and on Saturday we talked on the phone, that was it. He wouldn't call me or answer when I called. I walked into work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/2131051654257313565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/2131051654257313565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#2131051654257313565' title='Let the darkness drift away'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-116860110372061719</id><published>2007-01-12T06:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T06:25:03.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life update!</title><summary type='text'>Normally I sit down and write about thoughts, today it is totally an update on me! (leave now if you just want gossip)I am really enjoying my job! My boss is great and easy to work with. He is letting me only work 39hours a week just so I can go in later for quizzing! Isn't that great?I just got health insurance which is a really really funny story. Talk to me if you would like to hear what my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116860110372061719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116860110372061719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116860110372061719' title='Life update!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-116782520811014684</id><published>2007-01-03T06:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T06:53:28.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Profile thing</title><summary type='text'>This here thinger is to tell me and you about me, or something of that sort. I normally don't do these things but I love finding out what people think about me and the such.http://kevan.org/johari?name=Godsgirl2472002</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116782520811014684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116782520811014684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116782520811014684' title='Profile thing'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-116774110498626979</id><published>2007-01-02T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T07:31:45.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no posts</title><summary type='text'>Dang it was a long time.I've had a lot on my mind. I love working at Turkey Hill. I have been talking to a lot of people. People just come in with nothing to do and are willing to open up. I have been asking questions about God to people. It has really had me thinking like why people don't go to church. One lady said Christians aren't any different and she has been cussed out by a guy driving to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116774110498626979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116774110498626979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116774110498626979' title='Long time no posts'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-116649487326350727</id><published>2006-12-18T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:33:33.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its over...</title><summary type='text'>Well, I gave my testimony. I don't know how well it went. The whole time I was up there I wasn't really thinking about my mouth moving I was thinking, "I really don't want to do this."After I was done I went to prayer groups and just felt Satan's attacks so hard, I felt this shame and started crying. I know God is good though, and I shouldn't believe Satan's lies.I have a praise! This morning my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116649487326350727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116649487326350727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116649487326350727' title='its over...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-116596564368330705</id><published>2006-12-12T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T18:20:43.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Testimony and the such</title><summary type='text'>This morning I finally went through old journals to see if there was anything I wanted to share during my testimony. Nothing really stuck out at me to speak about but it was really cool to realize the slow growth I have had. There were times where I seemed "stuck" in my faith and then there were entries where I was being taught so much.These past couple months have been one long big growth (not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116596564368330705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116596564368330705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116596564368330705' title='Testimony and the such'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-116536851774974484</id><published>2006-12-05T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:32:14.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just like you, only different...</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm not better. Please don't think I have to be this awesome spiritual person who never doubts and never has troubles just because I am president at youth group and because I am a prayer group leader. I hurt, I feel, and I learn. It is just I tend to be more outgoing. God has been so good and I really want to share him.The past three months of my life has been crazy with so many ups and downs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116536851774974484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116536851774974484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116536851774974484' title='I&apos;m just like you, only different...'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-116471789941853663</id><published>2006-11-28T07:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:44:59.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>but why God?</title><summary type='text'>Hmm... I seem to be fighting God right now. I love him and would give my life in a moment, then why is it so hard to stand up and say what he has done for me? God is challenging me to share my testimony and each day I go, "but God do I have to?". I have always gotten my way out of it. I guess I am just scared to open up to people I don't know. I am unsure if they will love me after they know my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116471789941853663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116471789941853663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116471789941853663' title='but why God?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-116428321516416302</id><published>2006-11-23T06:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T07:00:15.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The past year, A journal entry by Melody W.</title><summary type='text'>"I was eight-teen and working at a near by gas station for some cash. I worked the night shift and normally was working by myself and only given a short list of duties to be done each night. Now for security reasons we had cameras throughout the store, but the people in charge decided that I wasn't safe enough so I got a co-worker.The one night while working a co-worker and I decided to look at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116428321516416302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116428321516416302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116428321516416302' title='The past year, A journal entry by Melody W.'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-116402353955180728</id><published>2006-11-20T06:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T06:52:19.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update!</title><summary type='text'>So I thought I would give an update between my work hours.Life is uhh okay? There are so many feelings and the such.Okay everyone I'm single, Brook is single, we are friends. Brook is a great guy and my best friend, now leave him alone because I love him to death and I really want to stop rumors.I caught a mouse last night at work. (this morning?)Tonight was the first time I played on worship </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116402353955180728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116402353955180728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116402353955180728' title='update!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-116350895653359496</id><published>2006-11-14T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T07:55:56.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><summary type='text'>Wow I am so excited for all that is being planned. I am having a girl's night for my prayer group which I am mad excited about. Next weekend is the leadership retreat. Friday night is midnight bowling.Work has been going good, they have a guy with me now at night. He is a really cool and funny guy too. Last night we had a mouse in the girl's bathroom and we were running all around trying to catch</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116350895653359496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116350895653359496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116350895653359496' title='Friends'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-116275941738452871</id><published>2006-11-05T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T15:43:37.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Scotland was amazin'.And it is hard to think that yesterday morning I was in London!God is really doing amazing things in my life and I just feel like day to day I need to get a better outlook on life. I am a living witness of God, I say I am a Christian and have to act it out. I love God so much that I want what is best.I realized in Scotland how awesome Heidi and Nate are. I might be calling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116275941738452871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116275941738452871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116275941738452871' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-116210517677698029</id><published>2006-10-29T01:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T01:59:36.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright so since we forgot/didn't know about day light savings time I am up an hour early and decided to post. We are staying at almost a castle like house. It is huge! Now this may seem really nice but it is big and scary and COLD. I have been cold, but I really enjoy having my own sink and the such.Well, if you want to know what we are doing day to day check out Jeff's blog. He has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116210517677698029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116210517677698029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116210517677698029' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-116180493469181048</id><published>2006-10-25T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T15:35:34.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scotland baby!</title><summary type='text'>Cheers people! Well the team made it safe in Scotland and haven't killed any body yet, although I was close to it sitting next to Nate on a long car trip and he admitted he thought I was ugly (Brook that's where you come in to kicking his butt.).Jeff has been pretty good with driving on the left side on the road and the steering wheel on the right of the car. He keeps driving off the left side of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116180493469181048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116180493469181048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116180493469181048' title='Scotland baby!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-116131987082595960</id><published>2006-10-20T00:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T00:51:10.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I went to the Musselman's house the other day and April was reading Jeff's blog, and it got me thinking, "Does she read my blog?" I don't really care who reads my blog because I cannot stop anyone, thus the internet. But if I have so much power in my words and anyone who wants can read them what do I really want to be getting across? (hello April if you're reading this!) Do I really want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116131987082595960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116131987082595960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116131987082595960' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-116112456057602694</id><published>2006-10-17T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:36:00.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best friendS</title><summary type='text'>Life has been crazy but yet boring. I am working 60ish hours a week but my job is so boring at Turkey Hill. During third shift the hardest part of the job is normally staying awake.I leave for Scotland in a couple days and on Friday I will have paid the trip off and might have some spending money as long as my car stays running good. I am really excited to see how God is moving there. Also I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116112456057602694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116112456057602694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116112456057602694' title='Best friendS'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-116037209618790859</id><published>2006-10-09T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T01:34:56.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God is again good to me and keeps meeting me. The other day I was really out of it and so annoyed I couldn't take it. I had just gotten back from working some more stuff out at Wendy's and was trying to keep it together, then I get home to family issues and I was just sick of crying. I had a knife from work and started to look for it when instead I prayed, and God spoke so clearly to me, plain as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116037209618790859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116037209618790859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116037209618790859' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-116026507311564578</id><published>2006-10-07T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T19:53:09.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I have your i.d please?</title><summary type='text'>So there is this guy, and he is cute, and a Christian. =) Maybe it is my time to have fun in the dating scene. No serious dating crap just having fun hanging out and meeting new guys. I have learned from Brook that I really like the dating stuff. Yeah, it hurt like crap but that is how I grew and learned. I get annoyed with Christian girls not dating till the "right one" comes along, and if it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116026507311564578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/116026507311564578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116026507311564578' title='Can I have your i.d please?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115985588042839673</id><published>2006-10-03T02:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T02:11:20.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I need this boy...like I need a bowling ball smashed on my head, which means not at all."-Superchick"We could have been everythingBut now we're notNow it's not anything at allThe hardest part was getting this close to youAnd giving up this dream i built with youA fairytale that isn't coming trueYou've got some growing up to doI wish we could have worked it outI wish i didn't have these doubtsI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115985588042839673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115985588042839673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115985588042839673' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115975480407110830</id><published>2006-10-01T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T22:06:44.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is hard, then you die</title><summary type='text'>"I am not alright"I know I shouldn't update because I am upset and might type more then I should and hurt some people.Yeah, so I am depressed right now, I don't believe it is wrong for me to be upset.So much has changed from Kentucky 2004, God has radically been moving in my life and I have gotten closer to so many people.I miss Rachel F so much again. She is a great friend and our friendship </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115975480407110830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115975480407110830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115975480407110830' title='Life is hard, then you die'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115937300662308940</id><published>2006-09-27T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T12:03:26.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God, thank you!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I have three job offers in front of me right now and have to decide by the end of the week. God is good!I have been learning to stand up more for myself. I didn't realize it was so hard, I know for a fact it is God who makes me strong right now.On another note, Brook has blessed my socks off this week. I really like that boy! Shut up all you crazy peoples he has been such a great friend to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115937300662308940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115937300662308940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115937300662308940' title='Dear God, thank you!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115920837669549379</id><published>2006-09-25T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T14:19:36.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God is good, He is the source of my comfort.Today I talked to the manager at Wawa and have an interview on Wed. I hope I get the job, I don't care what the times are or really what the pay is I need to get out of Wendy's now. I also am going to call Turkey Hill and Redners and try and set up those interviews, I really want to get out of my job before it is too late...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115920837669549379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115920837669549379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115920837669549379' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115915433982237615</id><published>2006-09-24T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:37:27.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am at a loss for words for how I feel, so I will use song lyrics in this post.Who are you to tell methat I’m less than what I should beWho are you ,Who are youI don’t need to listento the list of things I should doI won’t try - I won’t tryYou don’t define me, you don’t define meMirror I am seeing a new reflectionI’m looking into the eyes of He, who made meTo Him I have beauty beyond compareI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115915433982237615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115915433982237615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115915433982237615' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115861044551114671</id><published>2006-09-18T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T16:14:05.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The retreat was good. I had a lot of fun and enjoyed getting out of my comfort zone and meeting new people.So I am deciding what I would like to do. I want to work for the next year and save up money and go into YES next fall. Going either to Belize or South America, but God may change that. After that I would love to either go back to LBC for some kind of cultural work or go to a college for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115861044551114671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115861044551114671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115861044551114671' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115769735963420627</id><published>2006-09-08T02:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T02:35:59.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is now 2:26AM and I just got home from work. I am working 5:00pm-2:00am Monday through Friday at Wendy's. Not the greatest job but it pays the bills. Dang though my feet hurt so bad from standing all day. Not to mention the huge gashes I get in my hands from washing dishes.I am mad excited about the fall retreat, maybe it is because I am working and I really look forward to weekends, or maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115769735963420627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115769735963420627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115769735963420627' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115644816084529369</id><published>2006-08-24T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T13:26:29.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I bought a car! It is a 1992 Ford Mustang, 5spd. sunroof, power windows, cruise control, alarm system (to keep my friends away). I had to put gas in it and it takes mad gas though, took me $40some to fill the tank. I changed the oil and filter today and am working on the muffler. I need to buy a part for $15 but don't have any money what so ever because the car was pricy and then I owe a lot for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115644816084529369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115644816084529369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115644816084529369' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115618786873007311</id><published>2006-08-21T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T15:17:48.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess I am not good at re-adjusting or something. I know God has called me to preach to the nations, I just love seeing how he is moving around the world. It is just so hard, I really love some people and it is hard to leave my friends and go serve God. I was really upset because my one friend (no names) commented how awesome it was and how much fun I should be having and loving missions. Yes, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115618786873007311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115618786873007311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115618786873007311' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115567255158424911</id><published>2006-08-15T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:09:11.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I went to wal-mart today and bought 104 pictures! I will spend the next couple of days working on putting them into my brand new scrapbook! I love seeing pictures, so if anyone wants to see them let me know.I would like to say a sorry to the youth group. After youth group on Sunday I was going through so much culture shock that I just had to walk out and I didn't say goodbye to anyone. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115567255158424911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115567255158424911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115567255158424911' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115552888668347222</id><published>2006-08-14T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T00:14:46.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How can you look into those eyes for a month and not be changed?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115552888668347222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115552888668347222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115552888668347222' title='How can you look into those eyes for a month and not be changed?'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115533310813078815</id><published>2006-08-11T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T17:51:48.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I go home tomorrow which I am excited about and yet very sad. I am going to miss all my friends here, luckly those I have gotten close to live all within an hour drive of my house.   Note to myself I feel pretty today.I am very thankful to Ruth B and the Musselman family (minus Brook) for showing up at my thing last night. It meant a lot to me to see people again. Although I had no clue what I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115533310813078815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115533310813078815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115533310813078815' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115504398524035501</id><published>2006-08-08T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T09:33:05.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woot I am having good days! Yesterday I saw my family and that rocked my socks. I missed them so so very much. I went to the doctor and she said I have really bad bronchitus or something and I got all these meds and after just one day I am feeling a lot better.  It is good to be with my other STAT friends, I missed them a lot and really enjoy living here at HDC.  Well, I will be home sometime </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115504398524035501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115504398524035501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115504398524035501' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115495210600517688</id><published>2006-08-07T07:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T08:01:46.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back at HDC and I am going home one day this week to see a Doctor. I am so fed up with being sick and I am not getting better.  It was a good trip and a little bumpy on the plane. On the one flight which was eight hours long I was not able to get a seat with the rest of my team. I sat next to these two guys which they were pretty cool. The guy had a DVD player with him and told me I had to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115495210600517688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115495210600517688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115495210600517688' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115479160674183841</id><published>2006-08-05T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:26:47.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow it is already Saturday night in 7 days I will be home! This past week has been really hard. We didn't really have a translator all the time and when we did she didn't know much English because she was just learning it in school.   During the week I was able to play with lots of kids and get to know some of them. They all came from really bad backrounds and it was hard for me. I couldn't tell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115479160674183841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115479160674183841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115479160674183841' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115435643599804310</id><published>2006-07-31T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T10:33:56.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be home for Christmas!</title><summary type='text'>I am here at Jim and Donna's house. They are such nice and awesome people. This week we'll be working at another camp and I am very excited about it and already am getting my body ready for no showers, although there are two showers for about thirty girls and thirty guys.   I would like to thank Jon Carlson for the pictures he has posted on his blog. It was really nice for me to be able to "see" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115435643599804310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115435643599804310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115435643599804310' title='I&apos;ll be home for Christmas!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115349276310900595</id><published>2006-07-21T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:39:23.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lithuania is not what I thought. It is hard for me to fit in here. Lots of feelings running in my mind and I don't know what I really think.    I only have two friends here. Lilita and Gretta. Maybe God will teach my more patitance.   Our team has gotten along pretty well. Praise God for that.  I feel sorta "home" sick, when really I don't want to be home that much. I miss a few people and a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115349276310900595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115349276310900595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115349276310900595' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115290015492667690</id><published>2006-07-14T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T14:02:34.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lithuania baby!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I am here in Lithuania! Praise God. Little prayer request is, our luggage did not make it to Lithuania and we do not have our stuff. Pray that it comes here soon! I will be in a apartment for five days. On Sunday I get to speak at church. I have to go, sorry this is so short. The computer is not the greatest and the key board is Lithuania and all the keys are different. It took me forever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115290015492667690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115290015492667690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115290015492667690' title='Lithuania baby!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115279575610486182</id><published>2006-07-13T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:04:50.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I leave in one hour!So here are some pictures from training! And some more! And more!if you didn't realize click on the blue words to see them. God bless you in the next month. There will be lots more pictures to come.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115279575610486182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115279575610486182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115279575610486182' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115265007763579179</id><published>2006-07-11T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T16:34:38.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day baby!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I talked to my dad today and he told me I had to post before I go to Lithuania and am going for four weeks. Training has been hard and good. I was really glad to go home for a weekend. I missed everyone so much. Friday I just chilled and hung with my parents. Saturday morning I meant to bring Brook breakfast without him knowing. I ended up showing up at his house at 7:30 with Burger King </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115265007763579179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115265007763579179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115265007763579179' title='One more day baby!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115212777821476845</id><published>2006-07-05T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T08:12:31.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labas rytas!!</title><summary type='text'>As nekalbu lietuviskai o, uzdekim ugni o kepkim desreles.That says it all, training has been good and busy! Camp Hebron today and then I go home tomorrow! I leave in a couple days for Lithuania!!!That up there says "I don't speak Lithuania, but lets build a fire and roast hot dogs."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115212777821476845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115212777821476845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115212777821476845' title='Labas rytas!!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115187223324900729</id><published>2006-07-02T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T16:30:33.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God is still moving</title><summary type='text'>That is what one of the church signs said while I was doing a prayer walk. It is sad sometimes here in Harrisburg, there is so much need and the streets are just filthy with trash. But praise God because he is still working here.Finally a day to relax! And I am bored...hmm...what to do? I have two hours till supper and then I am on clean up and we have a talent show tonight which proves to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115187223324900729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115187223324900729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115187223324900729' title='God is still moving'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115168518376528193</id><published>2006-06-30T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T12:33:03.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURE!!</title><summary type='text'>So this picture has been going around on the HDC computer, I thought I would put it up. Sorry I have no other pictures because I don't have the cable for my camera.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115168518376528193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115168518376528193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115168518376528193' title='PICTURE!!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115118491532304606</id><published>2006-06-24T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T17:35:15.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to wal-mart today! It was mad fun and I bought fruits, yogurt, and a new bike seat cover to take to Lithuania because I was told to bring one for my bootie.   Today marks a brake threw in my life, I made my first hemp bracelet. I will be showing it off. I was going to make some for my friends but I don't know who likes what colors and poop, but if you really want one leave a comment or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115118491532304606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115118491532304606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115118491532304606' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115100365305676595</id><published>2006-06-22T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T15:14:13.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another day here at HDC.Today was grand. We had drama training, I love doing dramas. My group rocks my socks and we just went for ice cream.I'll write back later</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115100365305676595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115100365305676595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115100365305676595' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115074955325807335</id><published>2006-06-19T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T16:39:13.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I am now here at HDC and am loving it. I have made lots of friends and love my team. Today we walked around Harrisburg and I had a piece of tape on my forhead saying "Kakamaers" Don't ask.   God is doing great things here, we didn't have any sessions yet just rules and games. Tomorrow morning we start our working out at 6:00 in the morning but today we slept in till 7:00.   Continue to pray</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115074955325807335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115074955325807335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115074955325807335' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115012899137879196</id><published>2006-06-12T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T12:16:31.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God is SO good!!!</title><summary type='text'>Well, as of last night I had to raise $935 to be exact by today or have it pledged. I was really scared but I trusted God and kept praying. I told God I wanted to do his will even if that meant I had to donate the money, which I really don't have anyway. Today I got $900 in donations!!!! God likes to keep us waiting sometimes, keeps us on the ends of our seats and presses us to keep trusting, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115012899137879196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115012899137879196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115012899137879196' title='God is SO good!!!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-115004965290360500</id><published>2006-06-11T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T14:14:12.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Silent retreat today. I only stayed for a little, it was good though but I would much rather drive and pray then sit there because when I am outside I can't focus right and keep wanting to sleep. I was also sad because I missed seeing the Fuhrman boys before they left.I had to say goodbye to Brook today. He leaves for camp today. I didn't get to give him a good goodbye but I will see him on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115004965290360500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/115004965290360500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115004965290360500' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114954013429796729</id><published>2006-06-05T16:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T16:42:14.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm done school!</title><summary type='text'>It is all over, graduation, party, everything. These next two weeks will be spent shopping, packing, hanging with friends, seeing Rachel and saying goodbye. I am so excited about this summer.Graduation was alright I made all the girls rebel and not wear the one piece of the gown that was suppose to cover to make sure no chest was showing. Go me!Party was okay although I was really sad that a lot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114954013429796729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114954013429796729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114954013429796729' title='I&apos;m done school!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114910522184688360</id><published>2006-05-31T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T16:14:59.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I got my papers from Lancaster Bible College today. I am so proud of myself. I got a 100% on my test. BUT I did extra credit too, and somehow my GPA for the class is 4.0!!!!!! I am so happy. Yay, for extra credit. Although apparently I didn't do too bad on my semester project and the final exam. Maybe homeschooling wasn't a waste, apparently I do have a brain. I graduate this Saturday! I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114910522184688360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114910522184688360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114910522184688360' title='Happy Day!'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114893136418721102</id><published>2006-05-29T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T15:36:04.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are good days and there are bad days, today I just wanna run away......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114893136418721102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114893136418721102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114893136418721102' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114877906930113926</id><published>2006-05-27T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T21:17:49.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's my birthday in a couple hours. I really wanted to be with someone till midnight and then drive home, instead I just got home from my cousin's b-day party where there was really bad singing by drunk guys. Then I was told all this stuff how I need to go to college. In anycase, I am really enjoying talking to Katrina who will be going to Lithuania.I DON'T WANNA GROW UP!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114877906930113926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114877906930113926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114877906930113926' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114834429638804740</id><published>2006-05-22T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T20:31:36.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To those it may concern</title><summary type='text'>I love having free time to study the Bible more. I have been studying Psalms and have made Psalms 18:20-24 my verse right now."God made my life complete when I placed all the pieces before him. When I got my act together he gave me a fresh start. Now I am alert to God's ways; I don't take God for granted. Every day I review the ways he works; I try not to miss a trick. I feel put back together, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114834429638804740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114834429638804740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114834429638804740' title='To those it may concern'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114798939957827631</id><published>2006-05-18T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T17:56:39.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life feels on hold right now. I am waiting for my STAT info in the mail, waiting for my stuff from college so I know what my final grade was. I am waiting till Rachel comes.So I am very sad to hear that Rachel will be in PA but not in my area till I am leaving.I had to take a personality test for EMM, and I felt so bad. I have a crazy personality. It was really hard for me to answer those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114798939957827631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114798939957827631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114798939957827631' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114720152408050055</id><published>2006-05-09T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T15:05:24.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have this problem of opening explorer while I am doing school and reading blogs and checking to see if anyone commented on mine. Finals tomorrow morning! I am sooo scared.Things for Lithuania are coming together a little, but should I say I am worried about money and don't feel like doing another mailing and asking for more money. I am so excited about Lithuania though!Okay I am making myself a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114720152408050055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114720152408050055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114720152408050055' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114679438945960467</id><published>2006-05-04T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:59:49.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lithuania!Well, God made it clear to my care team and apparently clear to EMM. Yay, I am so excited, I can not wait to serve in Lithuania.I will give more details later, or you could come to my diner tomorrow night or the Selah Vie concert and learn more.my lips hurt.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114679438945960467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114679438945960467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114679438945960467' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114670734020898476</id><published>2006-05-03T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:49:00.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My car exploded!Who would have thought a radiator could explode into pieces with much black smoke? I mean it just is a radiator....to say non the less my hood is all black underneath, and there is some damage to the engine in my poor car. I was just driving and it went. I thought radiators leaked when they died, not my car. But I felt buff and took the radiator pieces out with my dad, it sorta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114670734020898476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114670734020898476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114670734020898476' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114653366035348831</id><published>2006-05-01T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:34:20.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Skating party was tonight. Nice turn out. I loved seeing some people, although I could have done with out working my butt off. So, who all saw me pick up the mouse? Ugh that was so gross. I was alright holding the mouse till it started to squirm in my hand.Ten page paper due in the morning. Totally am not done. Brook promised to help me in the morning. But I am going to get on that!Till next time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114653366035348831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114653366035348831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114653366035348831' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114625455949532329</id><published>2006-04-28T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T22:31:48.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EDIT Skateaway has made themselves up. I have recieved a call and my youth group (and friends aka quizzers and cool peeps) get the rink to ourselves for free! So, I will be calling people with the new date. GRRR....Okay so I have been planning this skating party for about a month now. I have made tons of calls and e-mails, invited quizzers and youth group peeps, everyone. I found out today they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114625455949532329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114625455949532329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114625455949532329' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114608745536298301</id><published>2006-04-26T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T17:37:35.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I skipped school for the first time on Tuesday! I had a 103 fever and I had passed out that morning so there was no way I was going to school. It is amazing how just being sick for three days can put you so far behind on homework.Youth Sunday is this coming Sunday. I am suppose to speak about what I am doing this summer, although EMM hasn't really told me what I will be doing.I just realized </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114608745536298301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114608745536298301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114608745536298301' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114554184469337446</id><published>2006-04-20T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T10:04:04.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Praise God for this beautiful day. I am no longer working for the Test's so I can sit outside and do my homework, which I can't wait....I might even have time to take a much needed nap.I love Gabby! I got a e-mail from her this morning. Yay Gabby! It is so nice to hear how she is doing in India.It is fun planning a skating party for youth group. I get to be outgoing with people I don't normally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114554184469337446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114554184469337446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114554184469337446' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114520984930473840</id><published>2006-04-16T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T13:50:49.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is not my fault this happened</title><summary type='text'>Okay it is done, I have over come one step in beating this, now where is the healing? Is there none in sight? When can these tears stop flowing? Why is it that we have to find the person who caused the pain rather then help the person with the pain? Why can't we let go of revenge and look to healing?....maybe I just expect too much out of people.........maybe I expect people to be too serious too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114520984930473840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114520984930473840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114520984930473840' title='It is not my fault this happened'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114479618512433859</id><published>2006-04-11T18:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:56:25.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone needs to inform me before they change 222 and I am half asleep driving it.The drive home is getting quicker, I was home within 35 min.I am not being nice to Brook any more. He was sick yesterday and didn't go to school so I picked him up something at Rita's and brought it over. Now I am sick. Blah for being nice.Youth group was really good Sunday. God is good and I really felt the Holy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114479618512433859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114479618512433859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114479618512433859' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114443384724277194</id><published>2006-04-07T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:17:27.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AGAIN I HATE DOCTORS!!! Not going into detail but lets just say I had at least seven tubs of blood drawn today, and that was the easy part of the day. Prayers would be nice, again no details will be given.I want my Rachel =(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114443384724277194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114443384724277194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114443384724277194' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114433794296387968</id><published>2006-04-06T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:39:02.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Slept in till 6:00AM today, then went to class. Brook called me on the way home, he was at Dunkin Donuts, to tell me he got his license! Yay Brook! Guess who will be driving me all around now instead of vice versa. =) I am happy for him.p.s. My teacher is never allowed to talk about my bad experiences in class again. He goes, "How many of you have been in your car and then another white car with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114433794296387968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114433794296387968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114433794296387968' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114416022579302242</id><published>2006-04-04T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T10:17:05.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got an "A" in class FINALLY! I got a 94% on my one paper! I am happy, although the other one came back and has a "B" with another 92%. I guess I owe Brook something since he was the one who helped with my grammar. But I am very happy with myself to be able to keep a 92% average in my college class. Maybe I can get my parents to pay for my gas for a week for every "A" I get.In other news Kairsie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114416022579302242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114416022579302242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114416022579302242' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114357959462819356</id><published>2006-03-28T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T15:59:54.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love God, I love my friends who are nice even when I am a brat, I love college (I might not like the homework but that is to be expected.) Today in class the teacher was so passionate and it was just what I needed to hear. God speaks in weird ways. I am feeling a little bit better about some things. Today in class we talked about as being a missionary we have to be vulnerable with the people we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114357959462819356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114357959462819356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114357959462819356' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114347441923852775</id><published>2006-03-27T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T17:18:14.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ohio wasn't all it was cranked up to be, I found it quite boring and not enough good worship like last Ohio trip. Well, it is over and quizzing is over. I am glad. There was way too much drama and I flipped out on some people. I would have much rather wanted a spiritual weekend retreat again.I am not in the mood to talk at all, I don't know what's happening but I want new friends. I want everyone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114347441923852775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114347441923852775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114347441923852775' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114286742199272528</id><published>2006-03-20T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T10:10:22.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finished at 27th place for quizzing!!!! We as a team didn't do too bad.Well, I have a report due Tuesday I am almost done with. I have one due next Thursday that I didn't even start on. Grr I have to write pages about Crisis management, goals, and vulnerability in India. Any one wanna help? I also have one month to get six interviews, read two hundred pages, and find over an hour of video on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114286742199272528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114286742199272528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114286742199272528' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114256604962625684</id><published>2006-03-16T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T22:27:29.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have two big papers due in the next two weeks. The one is due Tuesday, and I am determined to get an "A" on this paper. I am putting major hours into getting info for it. The next paper due end of March will be fun on topics really dumb and hard. I also have a ten page paper due next month that I didn't even touch yet because I have tons of other work, and I have to finish 30more hours of my Sr</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114256604962625684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114256604962625684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114256604962625684' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114230772081793849</id><published>2006-03-13T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:42:00.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I am enjoying this weather and driving this baby all around. It is great fun to take off the roof. Well, I got in the top fifty I am guessing. I have a 29 average which is a lot better then I expected. So that's cool, but I miss Rachel F again. Who would have thought that after three years I would still miss her so much. I wish I didn't have so much going on so I could visit her, but then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114230772081793849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114230772081793849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114230772081793849' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114200628332631332</id><published>2006-03-10T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T10:58:03.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, yeah, prayers would be nice. I am going through a lot. I lot of physical stuff that I won't share here but I haven't really told anyone, so sorry if I have been grumpy towards you. But yes, prayers are needed, I am on these meds and I can't have caffeine with them and I had a Dr pepper the other day and I had to stop driving because my heart went crazy and I was really scared. I am going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114200628332631332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114200628332631332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114200628332631332' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114169960934236539</id><published>2006-03-06T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:46:49.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't mind the mess...just give me some time to fix it up</title><summary type='text'>Time is ticking away till the day I have wished will never come. Why can't I just stop time in my little happy world? God is my best friend right now. Strength seems so far, I know I can be so strong, why can't I just do this thing which can make things better. I really don't want to talk to anyone about it so don't try, I have had too many people say they were there and when I actually called </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114169960934236539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114169960934236539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114169960934236539' title='Don&apos;t mind the mess...just give me some time to fix it up'/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114130585525531630</id><published>2006-03-02T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T08:57:57.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LBC sucks...I drove out to school today only to hear on the radio at 7 that my class was canceled. They don't let us know till 7:00 if class is happening or not, and I have to leave by 6:30. Dumb schools. Anyway it was a nice drive, and not icy at all. But once I got to school I had fun ice skating on the sidewalks. But hey I had a big report due which I never finished and I didn't have to hand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114130585525531630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114130585525531630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114130585525531630' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114124673401679925</id><published>2006-03-01T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T19:33:30.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so full on life! I love life sometimes it is a weird ride. But hey why should I be mad right now?I'm eating amazing fudge made by a fellow quizzer from Paradise. I am still in the top fifty for quizzing. I have a great guy. My car maybe runs....? And my mommy made me pork chops for lunch. Only thing is I didn't start on my papers for tomorrow. I will get on that now. God bless.On a side note </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114124673401679925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114124673401679925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114124673401679925' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5821751.post-114092834249091619</id><published>2006-02-25T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T23:32:22.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been doing a lot of thinking lately.I love Harrisburg Discipleship Center. Really I do.....seeing Gabby there today made me miss it so much and I can't wait to live there for a little come June. So for those asking if I am really excited or not you guys have no idea. It brings me so much joy knowing what is in store for me this summer. I love you guys, but God has called me to do this and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114092834249091619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5821751/posts/default/114092834249091619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godsgirl2472002.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114092834249091619' title=''/><author><name>Mel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14452870847726742536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
