<?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-21063829</id><updated>2011-06-09T22:29:47.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman at the Well</title><subtitle type='html'>"Jesus answered, "Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst.  Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life."  John 4:13-14 (NIV)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-4256283446397354539</id><published>2011-06-09T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T22:29:47.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone is better than me at something, I guarantee</title><content type='html'>Mediocrity is paralyzing. &amp;nbsp;That combined with the fact that there really is nothing new under the sun (even Solomon was saying that all the way back in Ecclesiastes) really makes me pause and question the point of trying to learn something - or the point of doing anything, really. &amp;nbsp;I'm guessing I'm not the first person who's thought about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, mediocrity. &amp;nbsp;I am a jack-of-all-trades. &amp;nbsp;However, I have not mastered even a one. &amp;nbsp;And really, I'm not even a jack-of-all-trades. &amp;nbsp;I'm more of an amateur of many select "trades" that I wish I had real talent in. &amp;nbsp;For instance, I've toyed with the idea of writing a book. &amp;nbsp;Then I remember, I have friends who are actually writing books and who are phenomenal writers to begin with. &amp;nbsp;I would love to sing professionally. &amp;nbsp;But oh wait, I have friends who do that, too. &amp;nbsp;And they have actually devoted time to learning how. &amp;nbsp;I've thought about acting, studying medicine, journalism, sports, cooking, event planning, dancing, designing, etc. &amp;nbsp;But I have friends who do all of those things professionally and with class. &amp;nbsp;I don't measure up. &amp;nbsp;It's not really that my friends can do these things well - I am actually super excited for them and can't wait to see how God will use and already has used them in their fields. &amp;nbsp;No, it's the fact that they were all motivated to pick one thing and stick to it for years and years and years. &amp;nbsp;I was not wise enough to do that. &amp;nbsp;I dabbled in things here and there, just picking up what I felt like. &amp;nbsp;I'm not one of those geniuses, though, who can pick something up in a day, become a pro, and then move onto the next thing. &amp;nbsp;Nope. &amp;nbsp;I am a true dabbler who becomes mediocre in many areas. &amp;nbsp;The list of things that I can do sounds impressive when I say it...but it's the skill level that is lacking. &amp;nbsp;Sure I can sing, but you wouldn't want to hire me for a wedding. &amp;nbsp;I can definitely play soccer, but I only developed the defensive skills to play on the right side of the field. &amp;nbsp;I can design a simple web site, but you would get bored after clicking on the one hyperlink that is slightly off-center in the middle of the page. &amp;nbsp;The result of this is that I have no idea what to pursue next. &amp;nbsp;Do I pick something that I've already done and work on that skill? &amp;nbsp;Or do I start something new, and become an amateur of yet another thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, there is literally nothing new under the sun. &amp;nbsp;The "new atheism"? &amp;nbsp;Nope, Paul dealt with that in Acts. &amp;nbsp;Postmodernism? &amp;nbsp;Not really - it was also seen in the early Roman Empire. &amp;nbsp;New book ideas? &amp;nbsp;New songs? &amp;nbsp;New moves? &amp;nbsp;No, no, no. &amp;nbsp;Now these might be cleverly packaged, or spun fresh, but it's not new. &amp;nbsp;The book might have different characters in a different setting, but the plot and storyline are eerily familiar. &amp;nbsp;The song might be mixed differently, but really it's this guitar riff plus that vocalization plus the other cello line. &amp;nbsp;This definitely isn't bad, it's just a fact. &amp;nbsp;In a way, I'm glad that this is the case, especially with things like philosophies. &amp;nbsp;It means that I don't have to come up with a new way to respond to it - I can simply look through history and choose accordingly. &amp;nbsp;On the other hand, though, when I think I'm being creative and then realize that what I'm doing is exactly what Joe Smith did fifty years ago in another random country, I get a little bummed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the point? &amp;nbsp;(An excellent question.) &amp;nbsp;Well, these musings are all pointing to an overarching question that really drives my thought process - Just what is my purpose in life? &amp;nbsp;If my purpose was grounded in something that I've accomplished or something that I've come up with, obviously (based on my mediocrity) it would be split about 50 ways and randomly stuck in different piles of stuff that I call my life. &amp;nbsp;And the pieces wouldn't be grounded, they would be swimming about aimlessly. &amp;nbsp;That's a mess. &amp;nbsp;And not worth living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, though, I'm not left to rely on myself for my sense of purpose. &amp;nbsp;Because Christ came to earth, died on the cross, and rose again for me, He has given me the only reason to live...which is to glorify Him and preach His name. &amp;nbsp;So in a sense, it doesn't matter what I'm good at or what I do, so long as it is done in a way that glorifies God and proclaims the gospel. &amp;nbsp;And included in God's ultimate purpose for me (which is for Him) is a carefully chosen plan that He has designed. &amp;nbsp;So not only do I know my purpose, but I also know that God is here, with me and showing me every step of the way. &amp;nbsp;And the reason I chose to follow God's purpose for me is because it is the only way that leads to eternal life. &amp;nbsp;(A lot more went into that decision, like the fact that I am a vile sinner, and the fact that only Jesus can wash away my sin, and the fact that...well, you get the picture. &amp;nbsp;But that is for a different story.) &amp;nbsp;The point is, I'm living for eternity, even in spite of my paltriness exhibited here on earth. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't totally assuage the lack skill I feel in my life, or the aimlessness that sometimes bears upon me. &amp;nbsp;However, it does give me a hope for the time I am given. &amp;nbsp;I don't have anything better than anyone else. &amp;nbsp;In fact, I'm convinced that everybody has at least one thing, skill or otherwise, that is better that something that I have. &amp;nbsp;But I have Christ and an eternity with Him to look forward to, which is the driving force behind my life. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-4256283446397354539?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4256283446397354539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=4256283446397354539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/4256283446397354539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/4256283446397354539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2011/06/everyone-is-better-than-me-at-something.html' title='Everyone is better than me at something, I guarantee'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-2785919683335506979</id><published>2011-03-13T17:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T18:08:29.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so 3000 and 8, you so 2000 and late</title><content type='html'>Apparently something dramatic happened in 2008, because that is when most of my friends in the blogging world stopped updating their blogs.  And although I didn't know it at the time, I was simply following the trend.  Today as I went through my links to friends' pages, I discovered that some of the links are not even working anymore (don't worry I got rid of those).  Except for the faithful few, my tiny blogging world had become virtually obsolete.  But with the addition of my sister to the blogosphere (&lt;a href="http://rebeccadell.blogspot.com/"&gt;check out Confluence&lt;/a&gt;), I decided that blogging should become a "thing" again.  Therefore, I write to you, oh internet, and once again put my thoughts out for all to read.  But, since I don't have any thoughts of my own at the moment, I thought I would share with you someone else's thoughts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I've been struck by the Puritans and their intense devotion to studying the Word of God.  The book "The Valley of Vision" is a collection of their prayers that were the fruit of hours of studying and meditating on the Scripture.  In a prayer titled &lt;i&gt;Continual Repentance&lt;/i&gt;, the last stanza is a plea:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Grant me never to lose sight of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the exceeding sinfulness of sin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the exceeding righteousness of salvation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the exceeding glory of Christ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the exceeding beauty of holiness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the exceeding wonder of grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, we had a women's conference at our church.  One of the seminars I attended was about being a servant.  This prayer is perfect because if it is answered (and it is by God's grace), then we have the ability to serve humbly and to the glory of God.  One of the points of the seminar is that a servant knows who they are.  This includes knowing the depth of sin/our standing before God, the glory of Christ, and really everything in between.  Another point is that being a servant demands continual repentance.  Finally, being a servant means following our ultimate example, Jesus Christ himself.  Though I'm positive the Puritans were not perfect, they definitely had a much better grasp on this concept than I do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here is my comeback attempt.  We'll see how long it lasts ;-)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-2785919683335506979?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/2785919683335506979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=2785919683335506979&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/2785919683335506979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/2785919683335506979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-so-3000-and-8-you-so-2000-and-late.html' title='I&apos;m so 3000 and 8, you so 2000 and late'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-1494103390845680482</id><published>2008-02-06T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T11:48:03.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Utmost for His Highest</title><content type='html'>This remarkable book by Oswald Chambers is one that I highly recommend everyone to read.  It is a day-by-day devotional that has everything to do with Christ, the Bible, and the Christian life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devo for January 31st is called "Do you see your calling?"  Oswald writes, "And as long as our eyes are focused on our own personal holiness, we will never even get close to the full reality of redemption."  The idea is that our calling is to proclaim the gospel of God.  "The one all-important thing is that the gospel of God should be recognized as the abiding reality.  Reality is not human goodness, or holiness, or heaven, or hell - it is redemption. [...] Christian workers fail because they place their desire for their own holiness above their desire to know God. [...] God cannot deliver me while my interest is merely in my own character."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chambers uses Paul as an example of one who was unconcerned with his own life.  "He was recklessly abandoned, totally surrendered, and separated by God for one purpose - to proclaim the gospel of God."  We cannot be effective proclaimers if we are navel gazing and trying to make ourselves better.  It is when we have given ourselves up to Christ that we can be gospel-proclaimers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean we go to the other extreme and forget that we are sinners in need of a Savior.  It simply means that we don't get bogged down in ourselves.  By focusing outward on our Savior, we are better witnesses, both internally and externally.  I was convicted by that.  I compare myself a lot to other Christians who are more saintly than I am.  I wish to achieve that holiness through myself rather than let Christ do His good work in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-1494103390845680482?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/1494103390845680482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=1494103390845680482&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/1494103390845680482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/1494103390845680482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-utmost-for-his-highest.html' title='My Utmost for His Highest'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-4033497968498841580</id><published>2007-11-22T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T17:39:00.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Stuff</title><content type='html'>In chapel this week, the speaker challenged us to read through the first thirty Psalms and write down everything that they say about God.  After the Psalms, he told us to go through John and then Ephesians.  The idea is to get a better understanding of how great and awesome our God is.  The speaker's point was that a lot of times we fret about a lot of stuff.  However, we are told not to fret in Psalm 37.  Fretting really stands in the way of delighting in God.  By going through the Psalms, John, and Ephesians, we can really see that God is so so so much bigger than we can ever imagine.  And because He is so much bigger, He is also so much 'wonderfuller' and better than anything.  He has us in His hands.  Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few of the attributes of God that I found in Psalms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sustainer&lt;br /&gt;Deliverer&lt;br /&gt;Joy-giver&lt;br /&gt;Righteous&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;Does not take pleasure in evil&lt;br /&gt;Merciful&lt;br /&gt;Unfailing Love&lt;br /&gt;Ruler&lt;br /&gt;Shield&lt;br /&gt;Praiseworthy&lt;br /&gt;Majestic&lt;br /&gt;Refuge&lt;br /&gt;Salvation&lt;br /&gt;Helper&lt;br /&gt;Just&lt;br /&gt;Protector&lt;br /&gt;Flawless&lt;br /&gt;Good&lt;br /&gt;Satisfier&lt;br /&gt;Rock&lt;br /&gt;Fortress&lt;br /&gt;Powerful&lt;br /&gt;Faithful&lt;br /&gt;Light&lt;br /&gt;Perfect&lt;br /&gt;Living&lt;br /&gt;Exalted&lt;br /&gt;Unfailing kindness&lt;br /&gt;More precious than gold&lt;br /&gt;Redeemer&lt;br /&gt;Holy&lt;br /&gt;King&lt;br /&gt;Life-giver&lt;br /&gt;Enthroned&lt;br /&gt;Answers prayer&lt;br /&gt;Shepherd&lt;br /&gt;Guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To name a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an amazing God we serve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-4033497968498841580?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4033497968498841580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=4033497968498841580&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/4033497968498841580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/4033497968498841580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2007/11/god-stuff.html' title='God Stuff'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-8886058490728886179</id><published>2007-11-21T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T16:59:56.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Here are some things I'm thankful for.  (And I really mean them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Almighty, Indescribable God&lt;br /&gt;My amazing, loving Family&lt;br /&gt;My incredible friends&lt;br /&gt;The Bible&lt;br /&gt;Green grass&lt;br /&gt;Fall&lt;br /&gt;Hot coffee&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days&lt;br /&gt;Soap&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Pea&lt;br /&gt;Cheese cake&lt;br /&gt;Fast internet&lt;br /&gt;Christmas&lt;br /&gt;My birthday :-)&lt;br /&gt;Poetry&lt;br /&gt;My journal&lt;br /&gt;the Ability to read&lt;br /&gt;Purple pens&lt;br /&gt;Cats&lt;br /&gt;Flowers&lt;br /&gt;MUSIC&lt;br /&gt;The color blue&lt;br /&gt;C. S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;Joy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a thousand other things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-8886058490728886179?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8886058490728886179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=8886058490728886179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/8886058490728886179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/8886058490728886179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-8334990963776908423</id><published>2007-11-14T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T01:08:08.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>So I had an epiphany the other day.  I was reading this book called "A Severe Mercy" by Sheldon Vanauken.  In it, he talks about how he was standing by his old house, looking back over his life and contemplating all the people that have died:  his wife, his parents, his pets, maybe some of his friends.  He is looking back at them, though, with a bittersweet reflection.  He is not looking back with anger and bitterness and regret. &lt;br /&gt;    I realized then that if I'm not joyful now, I won't ever be.  Right now, if I was standing in that guy's place, I would have been angry.  I would have been upset and seen my life as multiple blessings that were denied from me, instead of beautiful blessings that have been fulfilled.  I would see the people that have passed as greater than God's perfect plan.  I would have expected to be blessed on my terms, not on God's.  I would have demanded a life without pain.  However, a life without pain is also a life without joy. &lt;br /&gt;    I then realized that if my joy is not complete in Christ now, my joy will never be complete.  If I'm always looking ahead to what I want, I will never be fulfilled.  Then, when things dear to me in life are taken, I will inevitably be upset and angry, instead of thankful for something that I never deserved in the first place.  My prayer is that I would learn Christ's joy now, so that it will permeate every aspect of my life.  That way, I will be thankful and happy for what He blesses me with, and I will still be thankful and joyful for what He has decided to take away in His time.  I will not be tossed by life, but I can rest in Christ's perfect love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-8334990963776908423?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8334990963776908423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=8334990963776908423&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/8334990963776908423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/8334990963776908423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2007/11/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-7479853612821534433</id><published>2007-09-28T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:51:12.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Life</title><content type='html'>One more thing...I am reading this book called "Holy Sweat" by Tim Hansel.  I did not really want to read it, but I have to for my class.  I am pleasantly surprised...this book is amazing!  No joke.  I would definitely recommend it.  It could change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an excerpt that Tim actually quoted from Madeleine L'Engle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a very real sense not one of us is qualified, but it seems that God continually chooses the most unqualified to do His work, to bear His glory.  If we are qualified, we tend to think that we have done the job ourselves.  If we are forced to accept our evident lack of qualification, then there's no danger that we will confuse God's work with our own or God's glory with our own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just think about that for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-7479853612821534433?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7479853612821534433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=7479853612821534433&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/7479853612821534433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/7479853612821534433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2007/09/christian-life.html' title='Christian Life'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-707429226900454807</id><published>2007-09-28T14:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:07:30.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Primarily For My Family...:-)</title><content type='html'>We did another photo shoot....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRyIo39lL2U/Rv1QxQnw7ZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ouzQ3AvPzic/s1600-h/Fall+07+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRyIo39lL2U/Rv1QxQnw7ZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ouzQ3AvPzic/s400/Fall+07+165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115333558968315282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRyIo39lL2U/Rv1QyAnw7aI/AAAAAAAAABE/QeL4RKdnhCQ/s1600-h/Fall+07+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRyIo39lL2U/Rv1QyAnw7aI/AAAAAAAAABE/QeL4RKdnhCQ/s400/Fall+07+215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115333571853217186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRyIo39lL2U/Rv1PIQnw7UI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5m5gIkiTvVM/s1600-h/Fall+07+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRyIo39lL2U/Rv1PIQnw7UI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5m5gIkiTvVM/s400/Fall+07+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115331755082050882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRyIo39lL2U/Rv1PIgnw7VI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gpVUIEYGIk/s1600-h/Fall+07+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRyIo39lL2U/Rv1PIgnw7VI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-gpVUIEYGIk/s400/Fall+07+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115331759377018194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRyIo39lL2U/Rv1PJAnw7WI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZynYs24Y0fE/s1600-h/Fall+07+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRyIo39lL2U/Rv1PJAnw7WI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZynYs24Y0fE/s400/Fall+07+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115331767966952802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRyIo39lL2U/Rv1PJgnw7XI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SK0Q-kaR7Fo/s1600-h/Fall+07+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRyIo39lL2U/Rv1PJgnw7XI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SK0Q-kaR7Fo/s400/Fall+07+146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115331776556887410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRyIo39lL2U/Rv1PKAnw7YI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8b5EGpBKrx8/s1600-h/Fall+07+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRyIo39lL2U/Rv1PKAnw7YI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8b5EGpBKrx8/s400/Fall+07+160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115331785146822018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRyIo39lL2U/Rv1MzAnw7TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ERa-RNp1KUM/s1600-h/Fall+07+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRyIo39lL2U/Rv1MzAnw7TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ERa-RNp1KUM/s400/Fall+07+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115329190986575154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-707429226900454807?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/707429226900454807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=707429226900454807&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/707429226900454807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/707429226900454807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-primarily-for-my-family.html' title='This Is Primarily For My Family...:-)'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tRyIo39lL2U/Rv1QxQnw7ZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ouzQ3AvPzic/s72-c/Fall+07+165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-7918416543115680376</id><published>2007-09-28T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:47:05.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Woman at the Well"</title><content type='html'>So at RUF (Reformed University Fellowship) on Tuesday night, our campus minister preached on John 4 - the woman at the well.  Coincidence?  I think not.  (Haha, just had to add that in there...)  He added a new spin on this chapter that is definitely worth noting.  Apparently in Biblical times, the well was the place to get "hooked up."  That was where Jacob and Rachel met and, perhaps more poignantly, where Issac and Rebekah met.   (Now, just as a quick clarification, I am not using this connotation in the meaning of my blog title.)&lt;br /&gt;    When Jesus met the woman at the well, there were three things against her that made her undesirable by anyone: One, she was a Samaritan; two, she was a woman; and three, she was a prostitute.  The disciples couldn't understand why Jesus would single her out.   However, it is in this very instance that we can get a picture of how Jesus is seeking out His church.  He is not calling the rich and healthy and popular people to Him.  He is calling the poor and wretched sinners.  The woman was hated by many and despised by more, but Jesus singled her out and offered her life.  So too does He single us out to become His beloved.  I know that I am wretched and am not worthy of that life, but Jesus was pleased to offer it on our behalf.  Now, when God looks at me, He doesn't see me, but His perfect Son.  How cool is that!! &lt;br /&gt;    This is kind of a tangent, but knowing that all good in me is actually Christ and not myself has been a great way to mortify pride.  :-)  It's not so much look at all the great things I have done, but look at all the ways Christ has chosen to use me to glorify our Father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great song by Silers Bald called "Grace:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart is so proud.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are so unfocused.&lt;br /&gt;I see the things You've done through me&lt;br /&gt;As great things I have done.&lt;br /&gt;And now You gently break me.&lt;br /&gt;I cry just like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;You hold me as my Father,&lt;br /&gt;And mold me as my Maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I ask You&lt;br /&gt;How many times will You pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;When I keep on letting You down?&lt;br /&gt;And each time I will fall short of Your glory,&lt;br /&gt;How far will forgiveness abound?&lt;br /&gt;And You answer, "My child, I love you,&lt;br /&gt;And as long as you're seeking My face,&lt;br /&gt;You'll walk in the power of My daily sufficient, grace."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;At times I may grow weak.&lt;br /&gt;And feel a bit discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that someone somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Can do a better job.&lt;br /&gt;For who am I to serve You?&lt;br /&gt;I know, I don't deserve You.&lt;br /&gt;But that's the part, that burns in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And keeps me hanging on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And You are so patient with me, Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;As I walk with You, I'm learning&lt;br /&gt;About what Your grace really means.&lt;br /&gt;How all of my transgressions&lt;br /&gt;Were paid at &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Calvary&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So instead of trying to repay You,&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to simply obey You.&lt;br /&gt;By giving up my life to You&lt;br /&gt;For all that You've given to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;"My daily sufficient grace."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-7918416543115680376?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7918416543115680376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=7918416543115680376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/7918416543115680376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/7918416543115680376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2007/09/woman-at-well.html' title='&quot;Woman at the Well&quot;'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-4097225679525517123</id><published>2007-07-04T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T15:10:19.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th</title><content type='html'>So usually, it is sweltering and sunny outside on the fourth.  Currently, we are all inside with sweatshirts on and the AC off, watching the rain and wind come down.  There probably won't even be fireworks tonight.  As my grandmother so aptly put it, "This is ridiculous."  And I have to agree (in the most optimistic sense).  It is the middle of July, and even Vermont gets temperatures of 90+ degrees.  So far we have had maybe two days that even touch 90 degrees.  This will be an Independence Day (and perhaps a summer) to remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-4097225679525517123?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4097225679525517123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=4097225679525517123&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/4097225679525517123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/4097225679525517123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-8929494761681565356</id><published>2007-06-29T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T00:16:58.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heavens Declare the Glory of the Lord</title><content type='html'>The sky was absolutely beautiful tonight.  The moon was bright and full and the stars were visible.  The air was crisp and pure and the temperature was just right for star gazing (but a little on the chilly side).  I was reveling in the beauty and majesty of such a vast expanse of sky and couldn't help but to reflect on how it mirrors, in part, God's glory.  I don't believe that there is a single person who could look at that sky and not even wonder Who is behind all of it.  God reveals Himself through nature, and His sky is one of the more majestic sights we are blessed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note, I've been reading Elizabeth Gaskell's book "North and South," and one of the quotes she uses at the beginning of a chapter is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Learn to win a lady's faith&lt;br /&gt;Nobly as the thing is high;&lt;br /&gt;Bravely, as for life and death -&lt;br /&gt;With a loyal gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead her from the festive boards,&lt;br /&gt;Point her to the starry skies,&lt;br /&gt;Guard her, by your truthful words,&lt;br /&gt;Pure from courtship's flatteries."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lines are taken from a poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.  I kind of have to laugh at the poem to an extent, but in reality, I know that I want to be treated nobly and truthfully, and in short I would want a man to guard and protect me because he knows that I'm worth it.  I thought this was interesting because it was written awhile ago.  Today's roles for men and women are kind of screwed up, but I know that there are many young ladies who would like to have men take the lead in both a relationship and in the purity and veracity of that relationship.  Fortunately, I believe that there are also those men who are willing to take that role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, here is a song that really reminds me that this life is passing.  For all the mistakes and embarrassments and every thing else that happens in life, I know that they will all be gone in a little while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are a moment, You are forever,&lt;br /&gt;Lord of the ages, God before time;&lt;br /&gt;We are a vapor, You are eternal,&lt;br /&gt;Love everlasting, reigning on high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy, holy Lord God Almighty, worthy is the Lamb Who was slain;&lt;br /&gt;Highest praises honor and glory be unto Your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the broken, You are the healer,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Redeemer, mighty to save;&lt;br /&gt;You are the love song we'll sing forever,&lt;br /&gt;bowing before You, blessing Your name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn DeShazo and Gary Sadler&lt;br /&gt;"Be Unto Your name"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-8929494761681565356?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/8929494761681565356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=8929494761681565356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/8929494761681565356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/8929494761681565356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2007/06/heavens-declare-glory-of-lord.html' title='The Heavens Declare the Glory of the Lord'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-6026189516933820452</id><published>2007-06-21T22:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:19:58.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>I just read over some of my post entitled "Greetings from the Underworld."  You can totally tell that I had just been reading some Jane Austen.  Some of the language and style that I employ are hilarious.  (I thought it was funny...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-6026189516933820452?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/6026189516933820452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=6026189516933820452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/6026189516933820452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/6026189516933820452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2007/06/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-4640348845092946849</id><published>2007-06-18T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:44:06.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh...</title><content type='html'>Well, I started my job today (finally).  And I just have to say that I am exhausted.  I am working with kids, and they are all either super hyperactive or super stubborn, or both.  I really think that I enjoy it, but I just have some trouble with kids who don't listen.  Oh well.  I am so sore.  My feet and ankles have never hurt this much before (except when they were sprained...).   Bed calls softly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-4640348845092946849?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/4640348845092946849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=4640348845092946849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/4640348845092946849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/4640348845092946849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2007/06/ahhh.html' title='Ahhh...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-3752296809805120991</id><published>2007-06-17T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:57:37.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growth, or Lack Thereof</title><content type='html'>There have been a lot of things that I've grown out of with age.  For instance, I have grown out of diapers, shoes and the first grade.  Um, I've also grown out of some of the petty childishness that most children are afflicted with: acute (unconscious) selfishness, needless arguments (or what I deem needless...), and an unwillingness to do what is asked/required of me, for example.  It has come to my attention, though, that two things in particular I have not had the grace to grow out of, and I am not hopeful in that I don't think these things will ever be satisfactorily resolved, not in this life at least (Oh the glorious beauty of heaven, made sure by the glorious misery of the cross!).   These two things are a foolishness and a deep-rooted pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might notice the pride right away, but the foolishness is much more cleverly hidden (at least so I think...:-P).  I do have this one consolation, though, in light of these sins or shortcomings:  I can be absolutely assured of having my pride mortified everyday through some foolishness or another.  And though others might not be able to see it so well, I am most acutely aware of my folly, and therefore am most convicted by it.  (Although it is probably my pride which strives most to hide my foolishness.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may wonder what, exactly, I mean by foolish.  In my case, I believe my foolishness stems from a more conscious selfishness, a wrong desire to be noticed (and how that works I do not know), and perhaps a false sense of humility.   My cover is a quiet nature which does not offer much in way of words, for fear of being found out.  I need prayer that I would delve deeper and deeper into God's word and that I would be continually repentant.  I would also pray for results that include a more cheerful and helpful disposition, and a much more pliable attitude.  I have always been stubborn; I am certainly stubborn to change in my heart as well.  It is so hard for me to give up a sin, but once I do, I am so much happier and so much closer to God.  I spend much time mortifying a sin, only to allow it to crop up in another area of my life.  My mind is willing, but my spirit is weak...or my mind is not very willing at all, so my spirit is virtually non-existent.  This is a bit of an exaggeration, because I dearly love my Savior Jesus Christ and long to conform closely to His image.  It is just something that I cannot do as naturally as some.  I do not pretend, either, to assume that complete submission to Jesus is natural for anyone; I merely observe, in my everyday life, that some people have a happy spirit that relinquishes their sin very readily.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have managed to ramble on a lot again.  These are just the beginnings of a thought process that I have been going through, and I am confident that the Lord will use all of this to help me grow more and more in His grace and to become more and more like Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"'Cheerfully and gratefully I lay myself and all I am or own at the feet of Him who redeemed me with His precious blood, engaging to follow Him, bearing the cross He lays upon me.'  This is the least I can do, and I do it while my heart lies broken and bleeding at His feet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an excerpt from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stepping Heavenward&lt;/span&gt; by Elizabeth Prentiss.  Though my situations are not like the main character's, I still feel, to an extent, what she was feeling at this point, and my desires are the same:  to cheerfully and gratefully lay myself down at the foot of the cross, giving up everything that I hold to my self, and letting Christ take my whole entire life for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to close, here are the words of a beautiful Psalm, that actually remind me that obeying/submitting to the Lord hardly feels like obedience because His words and commands actually illuminate our life and give us joy and all good things unimaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 19:7-11&lt;br /&gt;"The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul.&lt;br /&gt;The statutes of the Lord are trustworthy, making wise the simple. &lt;br /&gt;The precepts of the Lord are right, giving joy to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The commands of the Lord are radiant, giving light to the eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fear of the Lord is pure, enduring forever.&lt;br /&gt;The ordinances of the Lord are sure, and altogether righteous.&lt;br /&gt;They are more precious than gold, than much pure gold;&lt;br /&gt;they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the comb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By them is your servant warned; in keeping them there is great reward&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(italics added)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-3752296809805120991?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/3752296809805120991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=3752296809805120991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/3752296809805120991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/3752296809805120991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2007/06/growth-or-lack-thereof.html' title='Growth, or Lack Thereof'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-7038352599987954642</id><published>2007-05-28T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T14:23:30.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from the Underworld</title><content type='html'>Well, I think it's high time for an update...I've been stuck in an underworld know to most as "college."  Oh don't get me wrong.  It's great.  There's just something about living in one place with the same people 24/7 for nine months of the year that is kinda odd.  I mean, I can see living with a spouse or a family or house mates for a long time, but living with about 1000 people for that long is just a weird concept.  Hmmm.....maybe I should back up a bit.  It wasn't always this way...(haha, just kidding...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cherished the friendships that God has blessed me with at my school, and I am so thankful that I have kind and loving friends who care and who I care for.  Also, God has put exactly what I need into my life (both blessing and trials); nothing more, nothing less.  My "hardships" are few and small comparatively, but when I am going through them, they are somewhat daunting.  I know this doesn't all make sense (I'm kinda jumping around), but here are some of my thoughts about this past  semester at school (hopefully they will explain what I am trying to articulate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring semester is definitely the harder of the two...fall is just a blast with everyone getting to know each other, a lot of easy core classes, and new and entertaining activities and spirits.  Spring semester, real personalities start coming out, classes get harder, activities get old, and people get tired.  I feel liked I've aged immensely since Christmas, although I know that's not true; there's still so much lacking, especially in wisdom, grace, and sanctification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester was hard for me socially because so many people came out of their "shell,"&lt;br /&gt;whether consciously or unconsciously.  It is believed that a person can hide his or herself for about six months before their facade starts to wear down.  This is not necessarily a bad thing; as people get more comfortable with their surroundings, they usually become more comfortable with who they are.  People start un-building their fortress that they've been hiding behind.  I know for me, I almost never act like myself in a new place...it takes time and a certain familiarity for me to be able to open up and reveal who I am.  My fortress a quiet demeanor, very calm with little to share.  When I allow myself to get out of my fortress, I still air on the quiet side, but I am much more willing to speak, to laugh, to get excited, and to just be myself.  Unfortunately, as the fortress starts wearing down, certain undesirable traits start to show through, too.  I have to be careful here because I am not trying to be judgmental in the least.   These are just some observations and reasons why my semester was hard.  As people became more real, everyone became more open to hurt and reality than before.  Not only do our fortresses hide us, but they also protect us.  I don't get hurt unless my facade is gone and there is something there worth hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has been several days since I last wrote.  I guess not practicing has actually affected my writing; it has not come as easily as before.  Oh well.  I shall prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much disjointed as it may seem, I think the previous topic has been thought of and dwelt on enough.  As you may suppose, I have been subject to such tearing-downs and releases of fortresses, and though it is an experience I could well forgo, I am positive that it offers no end of good outcomes.  One of these goodnesses, lest we can doubt them, is a propensity and a need to more completely rely on my Savior.  I have been ever thrust upon Jesus and have, sometimes unwilling, been drawn to Him time and again.  He has proven to be my ultimate and now only fortress.  He has also proven to be completely trustworthy, reliable, loving, comforting, and all things good...things that I have known of but only experienced in part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall my year has been a success, if only because it caused me to come to a deeper and more beautiful relationship with Christ.  I have understood grace in ways that I could not even dream of understanding, I have learned things about myself and others that I could not have known otherwise, and I am coming to the slow and painful realization that I really am nothing, but Christ is my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of following this theme, I have also learned that I am a very unwilling sheep.  I tug and tug wanting to go back to the dross when there is gold in sight.  I simply refuse that my dross is inferior, and have to literally be shoved away from it.  I learn, but slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These have been some observations and some of what has been happening recently.  Other than that I have a few things random things to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, my brother (who is seven) and I were "oot and aboot" waiting for my sister to be done with her piano lesson.  We stopped at Dunkin' Donuts and my brother kindly opened both doors for me as we went in.  I thought nothing of it, since he sometimes gets notions in his head to do stuff like that.  However, as we went back out to the car, he stood by the driver's door.  I expected him to want to get in that way, since he likes to do that sometimes, too.  But he didn't, he just stood there, and when I unlocked it he opened it and stood there waiting for me to get in.  He asked if I was all set and then he closed the door.  He ran around to the other side and got in.  I was touched by this early display of chivalry, an old art that has lost its sweetness and attractiveness.  Chivalry surfaces now and again, especially in the churches and in Christian homes, but it is also often scorned.  (As a side note, I personally am of the opinion that chivalry is too often confused with chauvinism, even as good parenting may be confused with honoring a child's every wish, and so on).  I am so thankful that my parents have striven to raise a boy in the way he should grow.  He has been taught manners and is being taught how to treat ladies.  I am also thankful for all the parents who value chivalry and modesty (for women).  Although we may not see a vast revival of these "old time" traditions, I am absolutely convinced that there are a great many men and women who take it upon themselves to teach and be taught these values, and to pass them on as much as possible to the next generation.  To see such things being taught in one's home is truly special in this world, and no doubt many of you can concur with your own experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't mean for that to be a social commentary, and maybe I am reading way too much into things, but these are some of the ways my thoughts wandered from that incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for such a long post.  To those who read this, thank you.  I really appreciate your interest in my rambles of a poor college student who can't even write a blog post in a decent amount of time for lack of "practice."  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-7038352599987954642?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/7038352599987954642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=7038352599987954642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/7038352599987954642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/7038352599987954642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2007/05/greetings-from-underworld.html' title='Greetings from the Underworld'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-116614275558597555</id><published>2006-12-14T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T20:10:30.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>As I said goodbye, the tears in my heart were streaming forth, melting my soul, almost overflowing into reality.  I put on my mask of happiness—perhaps a little stiff, most certainly well-worn and maybe a little transparent in spots.  I never asked for this time to come.  I was reluctant to say a word because that would signal the end…both of what was left of my mask and what was left of us.  I don’t know why I did, but I stretched my hand out to meet yours and I clasped it tight, knowing that I might never have that privilege again.  I looked into your eyes as my heart overflowed out of mine and over my cheeks and onto the tiled floor.  Those beautiful eyes, which spoke of love and joy and contentment, yet which contained a sorrow that was too deep to know.  Parting was good; it was right, yet so wrong.  As your hand slowly slipped from mine, I turned to hide my face as my mask completely fell apart.  One last look over my shoulder and you were gone forever.  I felt crushed and alone.  I was alone.  There was no one to turn to.  I ran to my Rock for comfort and love, and it was then that I realized that we will always be together at the cross…always.  Even though we have parted ways, I will always meet you when we are falling face down at the feet of Christ, asking for the same forgiveness and blessings.  Though we might never meet again in this form, we will meet again.  The tears haven’t stopped flowing…my memory is racing with all the times we spent together…but I am resting; resting in truth, resting in love, resting in Christ.  I love you; that won’t ever change.  And, I am looking forward to when we shall meet again, be it here or be it in the heavenly realms.  I miss you and I am praying for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's a little cheesy, but it has been on my mind as I am having to say more goodbyes as I grow older.  The more I know and the more places I've been, the more friends I've had to let go...the more family members I've had to leave behind...the more homes and comforts and niceties (sp?...wc?) I've had to forsake.  Maybe that's a little dramatic, but I think it will only get worse and worse as I grow older.  Leaving all of my amazing brothers and sisters in Christ from college was hard, just as leaving my loving and caring family here was hard.  I wrote the above in response to a good friend who is leaving college and not coming back.  I don't know if I'll ever get to see her again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm glad to be home on break and I am looking forward to seeing everyone again.  And, just as an aside, I have been informed that "alright" is not a kosher form of the phrase "all right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; O God Beyond All Praising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O God beyond all praising, we worship you today&lt;br /&gt;And sing the love amazing that songs cannot repay;&lt;br /&gt;For we can only wonder at every gift you send,&lt;br /&gt;at blessings without number and mercies without end:&lt;br /&gt;We lift our hearts before you and wait upon your word,&lt;br /&gt;We honor and adore you, our great and mighty Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hear, O gracious Savior, accept the love we bring,&lt;br /&gt;That we who know your favor may serve you as our King;&lt;br /&gt;And whether our tomorrows be filled with good or ill,&lt;br /&gt;We'll trumph through our sorrows and rise to bless you still:&lt;br /&gt;To marvel at your beauty and glory in your ways,&lt;br /&gt;And make a joyful duty our sacrifice of praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael Perry, 1982&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-116614275558597555?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/116614275558597555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=116614275558597555&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/116614275558597555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/116614275558597555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/12/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-116545093886992482</id><published>2006-12-06T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T19:22:18.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright...</title><content type='html'>Hey!  So I'm coming home on the 12th, so after that hopefully I will have an update for "ya'll"...I'm really excited to go back home!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-116545093886992482?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/116545093886992482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=116545093886992482&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/116545093886992482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/116545093886992482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/12/alright.html' title='Alright...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-116164027378408884</id><published>2006-10-23T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:51:14.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey There!</title><content type='html'>So, I know it has been awhile since writing, but I guess time kind of gets away like that when in school.  I've been doing well for the most part and I have been having a blast at college.  Honestly, I am so happy with school and life right now.  I just miss my family and friends back home.  Other than that, though, it's great!!  God has been so good to me.  He obviously knows what He is doing in my life and He has been so good to show me the goodness in His plan so far.  Anyway, hopefully when I have something more profound to share, I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-116164027378408884?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/116164027378408884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=116164027378408884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/116164027378408884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/116164027378408884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-there.html' title='Hey There!'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115982255842397600</id><published>2006-10-02T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:55:58.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update for everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going great down here!!  I love college and I am learning tons about both the various subjects and about myself.  I've made a lot of good friends, too.  It is so cool to be in a Christian environment and to have Christian teachers who put God first in their lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer Requests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Please pray that I would be a good steward of my body and of my time.  I think that I am doing okay in both of those areas, but it would be so easy to make bad choices.  &lt;br /&gt;2.  Also, my computer is sick right now and needs help.  I think the problem will be solved very shortly, but it has definitely been a way to learn trust and patience.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Lastly, pray for me that I would become less prideful and more compassionate.  I think that right now my compassion stems from pride.  That's not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much!  I miss everyone and look forward to Christmas break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115982255842397600?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115982255842397600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115982255842397600&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115982255842397600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115982255842397600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115914948245558710</id><published>2006-09-24T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:33:50.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Really New, But...</title><content type='html'>&lt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=39732049&amp;ver=060913" quality="high" salign="lt" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="320" width="426"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com?type=slideshow&amp;amp;refid=39732049"&gt;&lt;img alt="RockYou slideshow" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/viewslideshow.php?instanceid=39732049"&gt;View&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/addfavorite.php?instanceid=39732049"&gt;Add Favorite&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...here are some pictures...(sorry fam, I'm still having trouble sending...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115914948245558710?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115914948245558710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115914948245558710&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115914948245558710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115914948245558710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/09/nothing-really-new-but.html' title='Nothing Really New, But...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115800446771710341</id><published>2006-09-11T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T15:54:27.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Accident</title><content type='html'>Something happened the yesterday that caused me to contemplate life and think about God.  Actually, college has been great for that thought process, but this really brought it into the forefront of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking up the hill from my dorm to meet someone and head for dinner.  This car went by me slowly and I saw three little girls biking across the parking lot.  I remember thinking, "I hope the driver is aware..."  As I was walking and watching and thinking, I saw one girl ride right out in front of the car.  The driver had plenty of time to stop and was going super slow, but just didn't see the girl, and he hit the tire of her bike.  She of course fell right over.  The driver got out (I think he was a basketball player) and some other basketball players ran over.  I was trembling so hard, but I was also thinking that God definitely put me there for a reason.  One of the guys picked the girl up and helped her walk over to the sidewalk (yes, she was ok), but then they were just all standing there without a clue.  They didn't know what to do, and I certainly didn't know what to do, but God was with us.  I helped the girl sit down and called her parents.  At this time, a security guard had made her way over and was talking with the driver.  The girl had hurt her knee and hip, and was crying.  After the phone call, I was able to just sit with her and comfort her and her friends while we waited for the mom and while the security guard was working on some of the "legal" stuff.  Fortunately, this story has a happy ending, but it was so scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in light of this, I was really forced to think about how much I have to rely on God.  I just don't get it half the time.  God is in total control, and I have none.  All of my plans are subject to God's approval and His perfect plan.  This experience shook me up a little and made me think.  Overall, though, God is so good, and I shouldn't have any hesitations in letting myself go in the perfectness of His plan.  It is a freeing truth, but a hard one to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115800446771710341?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115800446771710341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115800446771710341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115800446771710341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115800446771710341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/09/accident.html' title='Accident'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115757527955735868</id><published>2006-09-06T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:41:19.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Testament</title><content type='html'>I just have to say that I am fascinated by my Old Testament class.  Although the professor (a pastor) is much better at preaching than at teaching, I am captivated by all he has to say...which is a lot.  I just sit there for almost three hours totally engrossed in the topic.  He often strays from what we are supposed to be covering, so we have to keep on top of the reading, but what he does cover is interesting and relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent last class talking a lot about death.  I think part of the reason I like this guy so much is because he is obviously a strong man of God who is concerned for the souls of his students.  He labors over the Gospel and in presenting it to us.  Because this class is required for graduation, there are a lot of people in it who would rather be anywhere else.  However, he handles it well and it's great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as far as updates go, college is great, I'm still running, and things are starting to settle in!  Thank you for your prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til another day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115757527955735868?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115757527955735868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115757527955735868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115757527955735868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115757527955735868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/09/old-testament.html' title='Old Testament'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115670651594135980</id><published>2006-08-27T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T15:21:55.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocker</title><content type='html'>I have picked up running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just pause for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let that sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, can I say that again??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have picked up running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115670651594135980?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115670651594135980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115670651594135980&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115670651594135980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115670651594135980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/08/shocker.html' title='Shocker'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115644659169143271</id><published>2006-08-24T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T16:27:07.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>Hello from Belhaven!!!  I have been so busy that I have hardly had any time to spend blogging.  This week has been packed with activities already, and classes just started today!!  Anyway, I  thought I would just share some reflections and tell y'all a little about this week, if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I can't believe it's finally here!  It's insane.  O.k., so probably the most fun I've had so far was doing the huge slip and slide that started at the top of the "bowl" and slid into it.  It was huge, steep, and awesome.  I got very wet and soapy and sore (it hurts to move my arms and neck...), but I would do it again in a heartbeat.   I think it is going to be hard to not overload myself with activities.  There is so much to do on top of classes and homework, plus there is always things done "on the fly."  As far as classes go, I have a pretty easy schedule.  For instance, on Thursdays (like today), I only have one class, and it is done by around 10:30-ish.  I only have one eight o'clock class (on Fridays).  I am done by 2 (at the latest) everyday, except for Tuesday when I have a night class.   I'm looking forward to the semester, and for all the different friends and fun things, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to ask for prayer as I go headfirst into the semester.  Belhaven's president challenged us (my freshman class) to rejoice in our trials and problems, which will most definitely come, and to respond to them, not run away.   Through them we will gain experience and insight and wisdom.  I am not a conflict person.  I avoid it if possible.  I need prayer that I would stick through and enjoy the ride, complete with all of the problems that come my way.  I so desperately want to grow in Christ, and I want to grow in depth of character, but I'm scared and need God's help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I am having tons of fun and am very excited for the rest of the year.  I have met a lot of very sweet people here, and I look forward to developing relationships with them.  For those of you who do facebook, I will have it by the end of next week.  The computer people are working on getting our email accounts set up, so we can't do it now.  Also, I would like to post a slideshow of college, but I have to take some pictures first.  The campus is so beautiful and so much fun to walk around and enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray also for my stomach, because it doesn't enjoy the food or the climate.  That's kind of funny, I know, but also a little annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the reason  I've enjoyed this first week so much is because I've gotten to present myself as I am.  At home, I have known almost everyone for a long time.  As I have grown, my personality has changed, but it's hard to change outwardly among people who have known you since you were about eight.  (At least, it is for me.)  I don't know if anyone can relate, but here I feel like my true self is actually shown, and I've never really felt that way before (except in my home).   And as far as meeting people, everyone is at least friendly to your face.  It's not like at public school where you can only talk to a few people because the rest don't care or don't feel like meeting others.  At Belhaven, everyone is introducing themselves to everyone else and making friends is really easy.  I love the environment and the heat and the campus and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this post is so random.  I was just typing thoughts as they came to mind.  Hopefully I will get a slideshow posted soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115644659169143271?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115644659169143271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115644659169143271&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115644659169143271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115644659169143271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/08/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115644526813879831</id><published>2006-08-24T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:12:56.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Pictures</title><content type='html'>Some of these are a little weird, but we had fun doing them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=36616862&amp;nopanel=true&amp;amp;ver=060721" quality="high" wmode="transparent" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="320" width="426"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com?type=slideshow&amp;amp;refid=36616862"&gt;&lt;img alt="RockYou slideshow" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/logo-mini.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/viewslideshow.php?instanceid=36616862"&gt;View&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/addfavorite.php?instanceid=36616862"&gt;Add Favorite&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115644526813879831?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115644526813879831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115644526813879831&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115644526813879831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115644526813879831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/08/vacation-pictures.html' title='Vacation Pictures'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115618585662915869</id><published>2006-08-21T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:29:23.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone!!!  Let's hear it for the first post after Aug. 19!  Yup, I'm finally here at *gasp* college, but before a post on that I'm going to write a post on our family vacation, leading up to this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note Bene:  This is mainly for the benefit of my family.  Don't feel obliged to read the whole thing.  If you do, don't be alarmed if you are so bored that a game of Monopoly seems fast paced and exciting.  We had an excellent time, but I just wanted to share some reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1:  Thursday&lt;br /&gt; Leave at 8:30 (goal was 8), stop at Dad's parents at 1-ish, then go to Mom's parents for night.      Arrive there 6-ish.  (Make really good time.)&lt;br /&gt; Highlights:  Last visit before college...good 'cause it's been awhile;  real beds and comfortable                                place to sleep; really good food.&lt;br /&gt; Lowlights:  Car...; seeing my poor aunt, saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:  Friday&lt;br /&gt; Leave grandparent's at 9:30 (aimed for 9).  Travel stops here and there, until pulling into our     hotel at close to 10 p.m.&lt;br /&gt; Highlights:  Bug-nicknames (mine was "Lizard-breath"); iPod; HOV lane; Starbucks : ); sleep;                          really comfortable bed at hotel*; 'You've Got Mail' on TV.&lt;br /&gt; Lowlights:  Really cramped legs; more goodbyes; really looooonnnnnngggggg day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:  Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Leave around 9:30 again (goal 9).  Travel travel travel travel...reach destination around 4:30-5-ish.&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:  fairly o.k. continental breakfast; lots of sleep in car; McDonald's coffee (ok, too bad Starbuck's was yesterday); lots of rain and thunder to drive through (pretty awesome); nice Applebee's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Lowlights:  Not avery good place to be in (stuff falling apart, a promised room-switch tomorrow); don't feel too good; huge scary bridge to cross multiple times, missing crucial turn;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4:  Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Wake up around 9:50, church at 11, only Dad goes...walk, swim, rain, rain, rain, movie.&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:  Move to a slightly better suite (ok, so much better); quick swim in huge outdoor pool in the rain; drive to grocery store and get cool food; great spaghetti dinner; Whoonu game.&lt;br /&gt;Lowlights:  Still don't feel very good; a tired, lazy, let's-sit-around-and-talk-about-what-we-can-do day (but of course not really doing anything) (not my personality...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: Monday&lt;br /&gt;Wake up after 10, eat breakfast, plan to take a day out on the "town", beach, pool, another island for dinner/shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:  Scaring gulls into a very fast sidestep so they could get away but still keep me in sight (very funny...had to be there); fun gift shops; really warm ocean water and really hot exfoliating sand scrub for feet; beautiful sunny day (hurrah!!); good icecream at a quaint olde shoppe; flavored tootsie rolls (fav. vanilla); excellent dinner at a not-so-ingeneously named restaurant:  Gnat's Landing; beautiful starry sky.&lt;br /&gt;Lowlights:  Head ache; late late late start to day; lots of driving and stopping and piling in and out of car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6:  Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Late morning, beach at 12 until around 3, showers, minigolf, Outback, laundry.&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:  "The shelf" jokes; hole in one; bigger waves; large dinner; water (fresh); beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;Lowlights:  Currently sporting the "Lobster-red" look, lots of icky sand and gross saltwater.  (At the very public showers some girls offered me the use of their shampoo...very, very tempting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7:  Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Last full day, after we decided that driving 700 miles in one day was an insanity, especially for our family.  (Good move, I say.)  Sunrise (I slept through); 9 o'clock nature walk (slept through that one, too); breakfast; beach; fake nails; in-home dinner; packing; drive to driftwood beach.&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:  Beautiful day, saw another youthgroup on beach (good memories); called Lea; lots of pictures (beach mode works best); found a funny comic; good family time.&lt;br /&gt;Lowlights:  Deeper burn; soles of feet burned...ouch (don't ask).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8:  Thursday  -  Day 10:  Saturday and Belhaven!!&lt;br /&gt;"On the road again..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I had horrible sleeping time, so the times I got a good night's sleep are really important and monuemental (sp?) to my time...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post a slideshow as soon as I finish it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115618585662915869?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115618585662915869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115618585662915869&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115618585662915869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115618585662915869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114981307262192546</id><published>2006-08-19T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T19:58:39.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>college news</title><content type='html'>Does anyone out there have any do's or don'ts of college??  Anything I should watch out for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be up until I leave...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114981307262192546?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114981307262192546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114981307262192546&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114981307262192546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114981307262192546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/08/college-news.html' title='college news'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115444894595272594</id><published>2006-08-01T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T12:15:46.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this is probably the last post between now and college.  My next will be a quick recap of vaca with my fam, and then a short review of the first week at school.  We leave August 10 to head down, stopping at grandparents' and an island of the coast Georgia along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me as I head off, for two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  That I would have wisdom discerning truth.  I think that going to a Christian school would be so easy for me to cop out on discernment.  However, I think a lot of people will claim to be "Christian" and have very skewed ideas of theology.  They will have a perfect argument, too, with a Biblical backup and everything.  My prayer is that I would not be led astray from the truth of the Gospel, and that I would have discernment enough to distinguish God's Word from man's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  In light of number one, I would like prayer that I would not become arrogant about my knowledge of the Bible.  I have been so blessed to grow up in a church that preaches the Gospel and that takes pains to make sure the Gospel is taught to everyone and through every ministry.  However, my knowledge of God is so small compared with what's out there and especially in comparison with God's depth of character.  Nonetheless, my knowledge is probably more than what a lot of the freshmen will have.   I need to not be arrogant.  I want to be continually humbling myself before God.  I need to be reminded that I am a speck on a bigger speck that is in a small speck of God's huge and wonderful creation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much, and a special thanks to all of those in my church body.  I would not be where I am if you all were not a part of the picture.  It is because of my immediate church body that I came to faith, and it is because of that same body that I have grown in the way that I have.  Thank you, thank you, thank you.  Thank you, God, for all the blessings you have showered down on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115444894595272594?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115444894595272594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115444894595272594&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115444894595272594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115444894595272594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/08/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115388132039986374</id><published>2006-07-25T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:35:49.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>I know this poem is a little old, since I posted it on Lea's and my blog, but I like it so much that I wanted to post it here.  Forgive me if it bores you to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tiny soul inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Strives to grow and bloom.&lt;br /&gt;But a problem arises and I can see&lt;br /&gt;That what my soul opens to is a stormy gloom.                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tiny soul inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Is battered in the open sea&lt;br /&gt;For growing, it is to be—&lt;br /&gt;Exposed—in spite of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tiny soul inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Gets lost once it’s outside,&lt;br /&gt;But through its acquaintance from without,&lt;br /&gt;It returns home much refined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my tiny soul was never fully grown;&lt;br /&gt;Nor will it ever be.&lt;br /&gt;But it constantly passes through fire full blown,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving dross in the ash and the gold to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These journeys that my tiny soul takes&lt;br /&gt;Are full of joy, pain, sorrow and life,&lt;br /&gt;But these journeys only add wisdom and knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;And my sanctified soul emerges through the strife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115388132039986374?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115388132039986374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115388132039986374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115388132039986374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115388132039986374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/07/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115370808551082732</id><published>2006-07-23T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:28:05.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherly Affection</title><content type='html'>So today my brother came up to me and gave me a big hug.  (He's six)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were standing on the stairs.  He looked up at me, then looked at my chest, then back to me and then to my chest again.  After a few seconds, he said, "Oh, hey, look!  There's your collarbone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(totally out of the blue)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115370808551082732?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115370808551082732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115370808551082732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115370808551082732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115370808551082732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/07/brotherly-affection.html' title='Brotherly Affection'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115336801905045731</id><published>2006-07-19T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T22:14:53.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Retreat, Part II:  The Reflection(s)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 John 2:15-17  "Do not love the world nor the things in the world.  If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him.  For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes and the boastful pride of life, is not from the Father, but is from the world.  The world is passing away, and also its lusts; but the one who does the will of God lives forever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I have to start by saying that this was, by far, the very best youth retreat I have ever been on.  And I've been on a lot (like, maybe seven of the eight years it has existed).  The talks were amazing, the set-up was hard but fun, my tent girls were a lot of fun, and relationships were developed and expanded.  However, it wasn't all easy and fun for me.  As I am processing the week, here are a few of my thoughts and reflections as to how everything went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a bit of background, I went this year as a college kid...my second official initiation into being considered "college-aged."  As part of my job description, I got to lead a junior high girls tent.  Also, I got to go down to camp a day early to help set up, and I was able to serve in various capacities throughout the week.  Maybe, though, on the offchance of someone reading this blog who has no idea of what the Youth Retreat is, I'll offer a short explanation of the actual event.  Our &lt;a href="http://cmcvermont.org/CC_Content_Page/0,,PTID310086%7CCHID644934%7CCIID,00.html"&gt;church's youth group&lt;/a&gt; spends one week of every summer down at a camp in New Hampshire.  We have a theme to follow each year and Bible studies to do each morning, followed by a Bible study before lunch and then a talk in the evening.  In between, we have tons of fun swimming in the pond, playing volleyball and ultimate frisbee, taking walks and runs, and having meaningful conversations.  It's a huge operation; this year we had 85 campers with a ton of "adults" (yeah, I count as one of those, now).  The most we had at one time was 130 people.  Wow!  I can't even begin to explain how blessed I am because of our youth ministry and our leaders, as well as the amazing servant mentality that all of the adults had/have towards everyone, both other adults and kids included.  (Um, just to let you know, this might get a little long...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K., back to reflections...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The theme this year was centered around 1 John 2:15-17, talking about "wine, women and wealth."  We spent a day each on the "lust of the flesh," the "lust of the eyes," the "boastful pride of life," and the "world is passing away."   The talks were very well done by our pastor, youth minister, and an elder.  The talks were convicting, especially the one about the boastful pride of life.  I was convicted of more pride in my life (big surprise) and was shown a little more clearly how that pride plays out in my life.  Hard stuff, but very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  This year's group of junior high girls is a large group, 20 total, and a hard group.  They are all wonderful girls who have sparkling personalities and are a lot of fun to play with.  However, there are only three Christians in the group, and the rest seem disinterested (but I obviously don't know their hearts).   This made for interesting but discouraging Bible studies and discussion groups.  One of the studies I did, focusing on the Boastful Pride of Life, was a complete flop.  It was very obvious that the girls were trying to avoid the study at all costs.  One excuse was that they needed more than the hour allotted to them to finish their study, which had previously taken between 5 and 15 minutes to finish.  I found out later that they had employed their time by making friends with the squirrels that had been visiting the inside of our tents on a regular basis.  During the actual discussion, I finally just said: "Ok, let's just close up our Bibles and studies and let's talk about what's going on.  *cheery smile, try not to look too desperate*  So, whatcha'll thinkin' about?"  One girl was studiously following an ant around the table and finally succeeded in squishing it.  The conversation that followed went along these lines:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm thinking about squishing ants."  (the ant squisher)&lt;br /&gt;"Oh?" (me)&lt;br /&gt;"Ewww...."  (other girls)&lt;br /&gt;"Um, just what about ant-squishing intrigues you??"  (me)&lt;br /&gt;"Well..."  (girl)&lt;br /&gt;"Well, there's this food chain thing going on.  It's kind of weird.  There are these animals that eat other animals, and then are other animals that eat those animals.  And hey, humans are on top of it all!"  (another girl)&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm...How do you think this whole food chain thing fits in with God's plan for us??"  (me)&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we certainly aren't like ants."  (another girl)&lt;br /&gt;"Or, maybe we are kind of like ants in God's kingdom, cause we're kind of at the bottom."  (me)&lt;br /&gt;"What??!"  (other girls)&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we are all these little specks running around on earth." (me)&lt;br /&gt;"But we aren't squished."  (girl)&lt;br /&gt;"Well actually, I guess you could say that ultimately we are squished in hell, if we haven't given our life to Christ."  (me)&lt;br /&gt;"You know, I really like how you turned that around so we were talking about God again..."  (another girl to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, was it that obvious???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   In light of the studies, I was reflecting back on my days of being in junior high, and actually came away more encouraged than before.  I was remembering what an ugly sinner I was (and still am, though in a more nuanced way) and how that affected my relationships.  I was a brand new Christian back then and I still had a long way to go in the area of pride shown in my bossiness.  Seeing some of myself in these girls, I was encouraged, because these girls could have beautiful hearts in six, seven, or eight years.  They could be the new leaders.  They could be talking about and praying for the junior high.  Seeing it all in that perspective was uplifting, both in seeing how far God has brought me, as well as seeing the potential in these precious girls.  God was kind in opening my eyes to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  "Maybe God has chosen to use your experiences this week to grow you, not to show immediate growth in the girls in your tent.  You might be planting seeds, you might be watering, but maybe this week is more about Elisabeth's relationship with God than anything else."  These are some wise words spoken to me by my pastor, also helping with the discouraging factor.  And he was right, to some extent.  Though the serving factor was great, I could not neglect God's teaching in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end there, for now.  Thanks for reading through this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read a day by day reflection/journal, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/pauled215/508722195/youth-retreat.html"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see two ridiculous pictures, &lt;a href="http://motopolitico.blogspot.com/"&gt;go here (2006 Youth Retreat in the bag)&lt;/a&gt;.  You might have to scroll down a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'm a little baffled.  How does calculus fit in theology??  I thought I had escaped that for the summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115336801905045731?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115336801905045731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115336801905045731&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115336801905045731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115336801905045731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/07/youth-retreat-part-ii-reflections.html' title='Youth Retreat, Part II:  The Reflection(s)'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115353427609463417</id><published>2006-07-19T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T22:11:57.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Retreat, Part I:  The Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?nopanel=true&amp;ver=060720&amp;amp;instanceid=33270261" quality="high" wmode="transparent" name="flashticker" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="320" width="426"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115353427609463417?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115353427609463417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115353427609463417&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115353427609463417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115353427609463417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/07/youth-retreat-part-i-pictures_19.html' title='Youth Retreat, Part I:  The Pictures'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115238348701671942</id><published>2006-07-08T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T14:31:27.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For your amusment...</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be gone for a week, so I thought I would put up a video for you to amuse yourselves with.  I'm not sure that this at all proves my point (that soccer is worth something), but it's pretty funny footage, anyway.  That is, if you can tolerate soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TrIlakG874U"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TrIlakG874U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115238348701671942?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115238348701671942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115238348701671942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115238348701671942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115238348701671942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-your-amusment.html' title='For your amusment...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115220810616523850</id><published>2006-07-06T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T13:48:26.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Called To Die</title><content type='html'>"We are called to die."  We are not called to live an easy, comfort filled life, practicing our religion from the cozy confines of our home.  We are called to die.  We are not called to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  a Christian who likes my own comforts, I often forget about our true calling in Christ.  I forget that it is not my will, but God's will.  I forget that I am to be following hard after Christ, not myself.  I have read most of Thomas A Kempis' book "Of the Imitation of Christ," and after recently flipping through it again, I came across this short passage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "'He that followeth Me, walketh not in darkness,' (John 8:12) saith the Lord.  These are the words of Christ, by which we are admonished how we ought to imitate His life and manners, if we will be truly enlightened, and be delivered from all blindness of heart.  Let us therefore our chiefest endeavour be, to meditate upon the life of Jesus Christ.  [...] But whosoever would fully and feelingly understand the words of Christ, must endeavour to conform his life wholly to the life of Christ.  [...]  Vanity it is, to wish to live long, and to be careless to live well.  It is vanity to mind only this present life, and not to foresee those things which are to come.  It is vanity to set thy love on that which speedily passeth away, and not to hasten thither where everlasting joy abideth.  [...]  Endeavour therefore to withdraw thy heart from the love of visible things, and to turn thyself to the invisible" (3-4). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conforming our lives wholly to that of Christ's is not an easy calling.  Taking up the cross and following Him is definitely not my first tendancy.  However, it is rewarding and promises eternal gain with God.    I have been blessed to be able to participate in some summer seminary classes through my church.  One of the classes focuses on the history of the Church, specifically on the history of doctrine.  The other class is an intensive study on the book of Ephesians.  Coupled with both of these classes is a focus on ministry and on missions and what our role in that area should be.  Last night we talked about our true calling, and for me it was a sweet time of being realigned with my purpose in Christ.  Like I said before, so often I lose sight of what's important.  I get caught up in the present and in my pride.  I get caught up in the fact that my life might comprise of one embarrasing moment to the next.  I start to focus on making my own life worthwhile to me, forgetting that that is God's job.  Should I be chosen to physically die in this life for the sake of the Gospel, then that is God's perfect will and plan.  I only pray that I would be willing and courageous to take up my cross.  All other things pale in comparison to God's perfection and holiness.  My life of mistakes does not matter.  It lasts only for a moment.  What matters is whether me is my focus, or God.  Wow.  Being called to die is huge, but being called to die for Christ is a call worth answering.  Let us, let me, as Christians in the 21st century, not be afraid to wholly and completely trust in God, knowing that our calling is not in vain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115220810616523850?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115220810616523850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115220810616523850&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115220810616523850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115220810616523850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-are-called-to-die.html' title='We Are Called To Die'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115189322343344465</id><published>2006-07-02T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:20:23.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/IMG_0045.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/320/IMG_0045.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were having an unofficial photo contest for the night, and I think I pretty much won with the coolest still shot of my coffee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115189322343344465?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115189322343344465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115189322343344465&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115189322343344465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115189322343344465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-were-having-unofficial-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115151475383880711</id><published>2006-06-28T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T13:12:33.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, once more</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;...I'm trying out this email-your-post-to-your-blog thing and seeing how &lt;br /&gt;it works.  This is pretty lame, I know, but bear with me as I explore &lt;br /&gt;new horizons and expand my internet prowess.  I promise something much &lt;br /&gt;more interesting in the near future, like maybe my adventures at &lt;br /&gt;daycare, or something like that.  Here goes the trial post!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115151475383880711?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115151475383880711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115151475383880711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115151475383880711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115151475383880711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-once-more.html' title='So, once more'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115151416236623305</id><published>2006-06-28T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T13:02:42.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>...who's going on the Youth Retreat????  ONLY A WEEK AND ONE HALF AWAY!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115151416236623305?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115151416236623305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115151416236623305&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115151416236623305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115151416236623305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/06/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115100007963703749</id><published>2006-06-22T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T14:14:39.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WMD's Found?...</title><content type='html'>So there's this great article on the &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,200499,00.html"&gt;Fox News Report&lt;/a&gt; about how there have been hundreds of Weapons of Mass Destruction found in Iraq.  Unfortunately, all of the other major liberal-run news networks are keeping this breaking news on the d-l, not even mentioning it, either in the news papers, websites, or on t.v.  I can't believe it!!  Although, considering that they have all proclaimed Bush to be a liar until now probably doesn't make that news good for them.  This is terrible.  Spread the news!!!!!!!!!   I'm actually really shocked, because this means that either Fox is lying, or that no one else is covering huge news that would really change a lot of things, both in the White House and in America.  Wow.  It's really shocking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115100007963703749?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115100007963703749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115100007963703749&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115100007963703749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115100007963703749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/06/wmds-found.html' title='WMD&apos;s Found?...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115090859517918561</id><published>2006-06-21T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:49:55.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster in My Room</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sitting here in the middle of my floor, surveying the disaster around me.  I'm not sure if it could be classified as tornado-style or hurricane-style, but it definitely needs some work.  Seriously, my room is a total mess and I am trying to get it cleaned up.  The thing is, I can't work well in a messy environment.  For the past few weeks, I have been entering my room only to get what I need to work on out or to sleep.  I have been doing my work in various places around the house, finding adequate surface area that I can't find on my desk anymore.  It's driving me insane!  I know this is stupid, but if you could pray first that I would be diligent about cleaning up my space and not letting it overwhelm me, and second that I would not be too obsessed about cleanliness, that would be wonderful.  I'm going off to start that task now, because I actually have a couple of hours of free time!!  This probably seems really silly to most of you right now, but it's been eating away at my sanity, and I felt moved to write about it before I begin the process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115090859517918561?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115090859517918561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115090859517918561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115090859517918561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115090859517918561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/06/disaster-in-my-room.html' title='Disaster in My Room'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115073618868921947</id><published>2006-06-19T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T12:57:57.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>grajuashun</title><content type='html'>i just grajuaded   i hop that sumer wil be fun and that i wil do good in colege &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I can't keep that up for long.  It's hard to type badly after years of being taught the correct way to write.  Yep, I'm done and moving on.  It's so exciting!!  Thanks to all of those who came to the party, who came to the ceremony, who congratulated me, and who just said hi in general.  It's been a great weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115073618868921947?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115073618868921947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115073618868921947&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115073618868921947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115073618868921947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/06/grajuashun.html' title='grajuashun'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-115015299611821037</id><published>2006-06-12T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T18:56:36.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>High School and Beyond!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uncc.edu/graduation/media/graduation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.uncc.edu/graduation/media/graduation.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is this Saturday!!!!  Wow.  It's hard to come to terms with the fact that I have been waiting four years for this moment, and it is less than a week away.  I suppose I should learn a lesson here:  don't live for tomorrow, but for the day I'm in, because it is good and it is from God.  That way I can completely enjoy life and have joy in God's creation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I am doing a study of Ephesians right now through &lt;a href="http://www.netsem.org/"&gt;NETS&lt;/a&gt; and it is really cool.  I would definately  recommend reading through Ephesians comprehensively, carefully going through each passage and trying to really figure out what it means.  There is so much there!!  I'm really enjoying it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-115015299611821037?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/115015299611821037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=115015299611821037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115015299611821037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/115015299611821037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/06/high-school-and-beyond.html' title='High School and Beyond!!'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114938425252239472</id><published>2006-06-03T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T21:24:12.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Neringa</title><content type='html'>Unlike my last Thursday-Friday-Saturday away from home, this weekend I had a blast.  I went with my dad and three of my siblings to Neringa, a family camp in southern VT that is run by Lithuanian nuns (I think).  Many families from church go there once a year to spend time worshipping the Lord and fellowshipping with other believers.  The camp is set in a very beautiful, peaceful woods where it is easy to slip away to spend time alone with God, both in His Word and in prayer.  It was really refreshing and I am so thankful that we were able to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's topic was "Mortification of Sin."  It's kind of a scary topic, but an essential one.  I was struck by the hugeness of the task of killing sin.  We looked at a sermon by John Owens and just spent some time talking about having the power to kill sin in our lives because of Christ Jesus.  I was convicted about my own lack of agression in going after sin and in failing to recognize it.  I usually take a more passive approach.  God will show me a sin, I will acknowledge it, and then I will let it go.  I do not immediately go after it with my full armor on.  My prayer is that God would give me the grace and humility to be a better mortifier of my soul.  It's not easy, and I definately need to pray to be willing to pray that in the first place.  Anyway, I came away recharged with a lot of food for my brain, to digest and use accordingly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114938425252239472?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114938425252239472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114938425252239472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114938425252239472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114938425252239472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/06/neringa.html' title='Neringa'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114884481825222983</id><published>2006-05-28T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T15:33:38.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Persecution</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about &lt;a href="http://resources.christianity.com/default.aspx?showcode=cmc"&gt;today's sermon &lt;/a&gt;and I really felt challenged by it.  It was on persecution and how as Christians we should expect and accept persecution because of the Gospel.  Persecution is really key to our faith.  We should be prepared to follow Christ both in His joy and in His sorrow.  Obviously we can't experience either in full, at least not now, but we can follow in our Perfect Master's footsteps.  After the sermon we were talking about what makes us so reluctant to share the Gospel.  I think that for me, a lot of it has to do with pride.  Also, I don't really have the right perspective.  When I miss an opportunity, I don't think that the person I could have talked to is going to hell.  That's just not on my radar.  I forget that I will not lose in the end; they will.  I also forget that I'm not presenting myself in any way, but Christ.  So I really don't have any excuse.  The sermon was really good and I pray that I might be more willing to follow the cross, to follow Christ, and to ultimately and wholeheartedly throw myself into spreading His amazing Word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114884481825222983?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114884481825222983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114884481825222983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114884481825222983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114884481825222983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-persecution.html' title='On Persecution'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114858631454726218</id><published>2006-05-25T15:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:45:14.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina Regurgitation</title><content type='html'>So, apparently immigration isn't too big of a deal. I will refrain from adding my comments. Instead, I wanted to share some of my pictures that I took down in Mississippi just about three or four weeks ago. (nota bene: these are with a disposable camera.) I think that we are prone to brush these things aside after a few weeks or months, but the reality is that people are still suffering greatly from Hurricane Katrina. These are pictures of some of the destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/katrina%20tractor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/400/katrina%20tractor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this is just a cool pic of a tractor.  It's the house in the background that was damaged and that some of us got to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/katrina%20destruction.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/400/katrina%20destruction.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove by this place on our way to New Orleans.  It is right by the coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/katrina%20truck.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/400/katrina%20truck.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a random, decripit, abandoned truck that says "USE ME FREE!" on the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/katrina%20truck%20and%20boat%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/400/katrina%20truck%20and%20boat%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A car and boat completely totaled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/katrina%20walmart.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/400/katrina%20walmart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of hard to tell, but this is a Walmart with the bottom completely washed out.  All that's left is some of the roof and the supports.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114858631454726218?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114858631454726218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114858631454726218&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114858631454726218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114858631454726218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/05/katrina-regurgitation_25.html' title='Katrina Regurgitation'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114790302927549494</id><published>2006-05-17T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T17:57:09.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration</title><content type='html'>So, I was wondering if anyone felt like sharing their opinions on all of the illegal immigration controversies that have been so prevalent in the news and congress.  I haven't followed it much, but we did have a pretty intense, opinionated discussion about it in class the other day.  We played "four corners" where a statement is read and then everyone goes to a corner depending on whether they agree, strongly agree, disagree, or strongly disagree.  What made it especially interesting and tense was that we had two ladies from Bosnia in our class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the statements was:  "Immigrants in general are taking jobs away from Americans."  Keep in mind, these were open--we were free to agree or disagree, as long as we had a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one was a scenario:  "If a country falls into economic crisis, the U.S. should allow people from that country to immigrate to the U.S."  It was not specified if there would be a certain quota or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that caused a lot of controversy, though, was this:  "Immigrants in the U.S. have to know the English Language."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this doesn't deal specifically with the illegal immigration problem, but with immigration in general.  I will post my opinions tomorrow, or when I get the chance.  Any thoughts, or is this a topic that most people have pushed aside???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114790302927549494?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114790302927549494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114790302927549494&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114790302927549494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114790302927549494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/05/immigration.html' title='Immigration'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114757308168769552</id><published>2006-05-13T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:18:01.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>Hi again!!  I'm back...I wasn't gone very long, but the days were tremendously long and tiring, so it seems like ages ago since I last saw a computer.  Pretty dumb, I know, but true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from the 70-something annual Vermont All State Music Festival in Bennington, VT.  I had the priviledge of rehearsing and performing with the 200+ person chorus.  This year was by far the best according to the sound, effects, and music that we were able to produce.  We had a good conductor, and it went well.  It was exhausting, though.  Singing all day for three days is not very good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time, but only as far as the singing goes.  This year more than ever I felt a huge contrast between myself and all of the other kids there.  There were only three Christians in the entire ensemble, at least that I was aware of.  I felt very alone.  I could feel the gap that was between me and my fellow singers.  It was sad, especially after such a wonderful missions trip with my church.  I can't really discribe how disappointing it was to be at All States.  Yes, the singing was great, but I really longed for the Christian fellowship that I am blessed with up here at home.  This experience has made me really thankful for the strong Christian church that I can be a part of and for the bond that I have with all of my friends through Christ.  It also made me really excited to go to a Christian school this fall.  It will be such a difference from my school here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114757308168769552?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114757308168769552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114757308168769552&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114757308168769552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114757308168769552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114720837362085261</id><published>2006-05-09T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T16:59:33.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You're...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://am620wvmt.com/program_guide/you_know_you.htm"&gt;Ok, so these are dumb, but pretty funny.  (If you're a Vermonter...)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114720837362085261?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114720837362085261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114720837362085261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114720837362085261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114720837362085261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-know-youre.html' title='You Know You&apos;re...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114702887898647439</id><published>2006-05-07T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T15:55:45.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>You know, everytime I think I have myself figured out, something else happens and I feel like I have no idea about how I work, whether it's another sin or another emotion that I have to deal with.  I just went through the painful lesson of learning that I like to keep stuff inside, not acknowledging that I have a sensitive emotional side of me.  I like to be strong and in control, not burdening others or myself with my emotions.  I learned that building it up is bad and that there are both physical and emotional punishments for doing that.   I learned this over the Katrina trip, and then thought that I was all good to go.  No problem!!  From thenceforth, I would never fail to deal with emotions right away, letting nothing build up.  Ha.  Pretty funny.  I wish my soul would obey my mind sometimes, and viceversa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came back from the trip with high expectations as to my emotional well-being.  I had been realigned in the process and was ready to recuperate.  Unfortunately, I was not as well prepared as I thought I should be.  I went through this past week with a dogged determination, just trying to get through an intense school schedule while dealing with my siblings and working with my grandparents while my mom had surgery and while my dad stayed at the hospital with her.  With the stuff going on at school and then all of the things going on at home, I was left with very little time to talk with anyone outside of the family or think about what I was putting myself through.  Yes the week was rough, but it wasn't bad.  It was hard, but so much harder for my mom and my dad and for others, especially for those who are not Christians in our family.  However, I didn't create time to go through simple steps in realizing what I was going through.  I thought I was doing fine with it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I faced the consequences of holding back my emotion today in church.  Looking back, it was all very funny, because I pretty much started bawling and almost got hysterical.  The share service was so powerful.  All of it seemed to be exactly what I needed to hear, which kind of let loose some of my pain.  Fortunately, a very kind woman let me go out to her car with my best friend and we just talked for a little bit.  It was a little embarrasing, especially when I was a little out of control, but it was what I needed all along.  If I can only learn to acknowledge myself before it bursts out with such passion, I think I can save myself unneeded pain and I would be better adept at helping others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm back at that point where I know nothing about myself.  It kind of scares me.  If I can't figure myself out, what am I going to do in my life??  Oh well.  This is probably a good experience and hopefully I will take something away from it this time.  Pray that I would trust in God's promises and that I would truly walk by faith, not by sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what was on top of our bulletin today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Trust HIM when dark days assail thee,&lt;br /&gt;Trust HIM when thy faith is small.&lt;br /&gt;Trust HIM when - to simply trust HIM&lt;br /&gt;Is the hardest thing of all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine, that was pretty powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, here are the words of a song that really spoke to me.  God must have known that I needed to hear all that I did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What You began, You will finish;&lt;br /&gt;By Your strong hand I will prevail&lt;br /&gt;Every trial, You work in it,&lt;br /&gt;And Your faithfulness can't fail.&lt;br /&gt;Though I do not claim to understand&lt;br /&gt;The mysteries of Your sovereign plan,&lt;br /&gt;I know the good work You begain-&lt;br /&gt;You will finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the One who works in ways I cannot grasp.&lt;br /&gt;You are the One who knows my prayers before I ask.&lt;br /&gt;Why should I doubt You when without You I'd be lost?&lt;br /&gt;When I am tossed on the sea, You bring me back to the land,&lt;br /&gt;And what You began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the One who will work all things for my good.&lt;br /&gt;You are the One who guards my path before I look.&lt;br /&gt;Why should I try to walk by sight and not by faith?&lt;br /&gt;Lord give me the grace to have a childlike trust in Your plan,&lt;br /&gt;And what You began."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What You Began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Dave Fournier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114702887898647439?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114702887898647439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114702887898647439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114702887898647439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114702887898647439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/05/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114686272369579708</id><published>2006-05-05T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T16:58:46.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea!!  Back to a Version of Normalcy</title><content type='html'>I've received two blessings today:  I finished my AP Test Marathon and my mom returned home from the hospital!!  I am exhausted, but so is every one else.  It's been a crazy week, but it has also been good.  The surgery went well, as far as the doctors can tell.  It will be a long recovery, but at least it is over with.  Continue to pray as they all decide what the next treatment will be, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have good movie suggestions??  I'm looking particularly for comedy.  We can always use more of that!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114686272369579708?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114686272369579708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114686272369579708&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114686272369579708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114686272369579708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/05/yea-back-to-version-of-normalcy.html' title='Yea!!  Back to a Version of Normalcy'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114644315972503823</id><published>2006-04-30T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:25:59.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very good trip, and I can only say that because of God's grace.  With the emotions and physical stress that I have been dealing with lately, I became very physically exhausted during the trip.  Because of that, I was able to learn a lot about myself and about my needs and how I can best take care of myself.  I was also able to have many good conversations with the women on the trip.  They prayed with me, they let me cry with them, and they lent an ear to listen to me talk through what I've been going through.  By the end of the week my emotions had been realigned and now I am doing much better, although still going through the physical outworking of it all.   It was hard and painful, but good overall.  Thank you to all of you who were praying for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to get a lot of work done on four different houses.  We had such a large crew so we had to split up into four different work teams.  It was fun and interesting working with a certain group of girls who I haven't really worked much with before.  I enjoyed it, and God was so good both individually and to our group as a whole.  When I get my pictures back I will post some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for my mom.  She goes into surgery this Tuesday.  I also have three AP tests this week, and then All States Music Festival next week.  Pray God's strength will sustain me and my family, as I know it will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You!  It's good to be back on the computer after a week.  I'm not sure that's a good thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114644315972503823?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114644315972503823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114644315972503823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114644315972503823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114644315972503823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114557652102812167</id><published>2006-04-20T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:15:34.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the South</title><content type='html'>Well, I will not be updating for the next week or so because I will be traveling down to Mississippi with my church. We are going to help the organization down there rebuild houses in Gulfport, Mississippi. I am really excited to be going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for us (there are around 57 going) and pray that the journey would be safe. Pray that we would go forth with a heart ready and willing to work to the glory of God and not for our own pride. Pray for me as I am recovering from a nasty virus, probably brought on from recent travels and late nights trying to make up homework. Pray that God would give me and others strength. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I decided to go to Jackson, Mississippi for college next year!! &lt;a href="http://justuslande.blogspot.com"&gt;To read the cool story, click here.&lt;/a&gt; The college is called Belhaven College. It's small, but the campus is somewhat sprawling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114557652102812167?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114557652102812167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114557652102812167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114557652102812167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114557652102812167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/04/trip-to-south.html' title='Trip to the South'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114514993437946192</id><published>2006-04-15T18:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T21:12:14.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Floor</title><content type='html'>I've been playing a game with me,  myself and I.  Actually, it's something that I talk about frequently with others (which is where most of the game comes from), but I just now made it into a game and was wondering if anyone wanted to join.  Here's what it is:  How is my mom's cancer good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that probably wasn't as exciting as you thought it might be, but for me, it's pretty cool to know that I have a caring God who does everything in my life for my own good.  It follows, then, that my mom's trials are good.  What doesn't always follow is my clarity of sight.  I tend to look for good in bad situations generally, but then to actually believe that what is good is really good is a whole different matter.  (I know that's confusing)  Anyway, this is a fun game (when I'm in the right mood) and my prayer would be that I would really know that it is good, not just say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one reason why it is good (My mom and I were talking about this one together):  We have a situation in my extended family where one person has cancer.  The whole situation is very difficult, particularly for the parents, and then for my parents who sort of know what they are going through.  My mom was trying to encourage them to know that God has a reason for the cancer and to trust in God completely.  My mom was relating some of her past experiences and letting them know that she was praying for them.  She sent them some good material, some of which included John Piper's "Don't Waste Your Cancer."  Just after my mom had done the bulk of this sharing, she found out about her cancer.  Now she has the cool opportunity to practice what she was "preaching" and we're praying that God would use the words of my parents backed up by the actions to encourage and comfort and provide hope for them.  My mom thought that God had given her more cancer to be able to reach out to these people better.  Isn't that cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is a bad game and that wasn't even interesting, but I will probably post more in the future.  If anyone would like to share, please do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to close, HAPPY EASTER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christ the Lord is risen today, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Sons of men and angels say: Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Raise your joys and triumphs high, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Sing, ye heav'ns, and earth reply, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soar we now where Christ has led, Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Following our exalted Head; Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Made like Him, like Him we rise; Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;Ours the cross, the grave, the skies.  Alleluia!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Charles Wesley)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114514993437946192?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114514993437946192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114514993437946192&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114514993437946192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114514993437946192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/04/open-floor.html' title='Open Floor'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114495259757554789</id><published>2006-04-13T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T14:23:17.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And I, in my naivete, thought Vermont was "liberal"...</title><content type='html'>So my dad and I had a wonderful trip down to the deep south to look at Belhaven College in Jackson, Mississippi.  However, it was a very quick and tiring trip.  We got up early to leave on Tue. morning only to have our flight canceled at the last minute, already well past the time it was supposed to leave.  But, God was most certainly watching over us, as He provided us with another flight.  One of our friends from church was working at the airport and was very kind to us in trying to work out another route.  We arrived in New Orleans and then drove up to Jackson, which took about three hours.  We didn't get to the college until about 7:30 their time, 8:30 ours.  (We left our house at 5:30 that morning).  At the college I got to go to an RUF meeting and then some intramural volley ball games, then bed.  In the morning, I had a wonderful campus tour, I got to see Lizby, and I had lunch with an excellent journalism professor.  It was really an amazing time.  Then, we went back to New Orleans, stayed overnight and got up at 4:00 in the morning to fly home.  Now, here I am, very tired and not feeling good, but well pleased in the trip and so happy and fulfilled with God's goodness to me.  It could have gone much worse, but He was pleased to grant us a smooth trip with virtually no issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about the naivete piece...um... well, since my dad and I stayed in New Orleans for a night, not only did we see a lot of what Hurrican Katrina had done, but we also got to walk around the city for a bit, even though my legs were probably going to fall off.  (just kidding.)  We were eight blocks from Bourbon Street, so we decided to check it out, looking for a place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we certainly were not prepared for what met us there.  There was so much profanity!   It was very blatant and out there, not at all concealed.  We would pass shops where t-shirts with many swear words were openly displayed and a lot with not a hint of modesty.  Almost every other doorway opened into a bar, and most of them were not fit for any one to even see advertised.  And the worst thing was the pride that the people seem to take in Katrina.  They have taken America's worst natural disaster and made into something that they can hold above others in a condescding manner, like somehow they survived and are better off.  My heart goes out to those who were so hurt mentally, physically, and emotionally by the hurricane.   I don't think that it was the people who really suffered who came up with the idea that Katrina could be a  national identity or something to be proud of.  It just seems that people are taking delight in something that should not be taken in that manner.  So many people are still suffering in various ways.  A hurricane is a terrible and mighty thing.  I don't understand how it can be turned around in the way that they have turned it.  However, I was not affected in the same way that they were by any stretch of the imagination, so I honestly do not want to be too judgemental.  Maybe someone can help me understand if I am missing something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what happened with Katrina, Bourbon street was a real eye-opener to me.  I saw things that I would never, ever, ever see here.  That kind of stuff is probably all over, but I got a really strong dose all at once.  I was kind of shocked.  By the way, we never found an adequate place to eat, so we just found a SubWay somewhere else. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're looking for a nice, family-friendly vacation area, I wouldn't recommend down-town New Orleans.  The area is really pretty, though, and the trees and canals are picturesque.  It still needs a lot of work, but a lot has been done towards restoring the area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114495259757554789?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114495259757554789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114495259757554789&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114495259757554789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114495259757554789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-i-in-my-naivete-thought-vermont.html' title='And I, in my naivete, thought Vermont was &quot;liberal&quot;...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114462735095605651</id><published>2006-04-09T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T20:04:31.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hymn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1577483421.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1577483421.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have long admired and loved the book "Stepping Heavenward" by Mrs. Elizabeth Prentiss. The book is a diary of a girl named Katherine and it follows her life and the various trials and tribulations that she has to go through. It starts when she is about 16 and a very rebellious child. It ends with her on her deathbed many years later, a women completely transformed because of Christ's mercy and salvation. Her journey is so sweet and so encouraging for a sinful person. She has the worst times and the best times, she has many tragedies that she goes through, and after she is saved she responds to these adversities and joys in God-glorifying ways. What is best, though, is that she is never perfect. She is continually sanctified into another "level" of Christlikeness, but never perfect. When I read it I am so encouraged and reminded that I am not made to go it on my own, or to try and figure out my sin. I can fully rely on God no matter what. I definately recommend this book for anyone who is struggling in any part of their walk with Christ. And, for the record, I'm primarily speaking to girls. I'm not sure that guys would appreciate it in the same way because they might find it a stretch to identify with an emotional girl/woman. I'm sure there are guy-friendly alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Elizabeth's Hymn.  It is one of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE LOVE TO THEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;More love to Thee, O Lord,&lt;br /&gt;More love to Thee!&lt;br /&gt;Hear Thou the prayer I make&lt;br /&gt;On bended knee;&lt;br /&gt;This is my earnest plea:&lt;br /&gt;More love, O Lord, to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;More love to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;More love to Thee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Once earthly joy I craved,&lt;br /&gt;Sought peace and rest;&lt;br /&gt;Now Thee alone I seek,&lt;br /&gt;Give what is best;&lt;br /&gt;This all my prayer shall be:&lt;br /&gt;More love, O Lord, to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;More love to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;More love to Thee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Let sorrow do its work,&lt;br /&gt;Send grief and pain;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet are Thy messengers,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet their refrain,&lt;br /&gt;When they can sing with me,&lt;br /&gt;More love, O Lord, to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;More love to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;More love to Thee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Then shall my latest breath&lt;br /&gt;Whisper Thy praise;&lt;br /&gt;This be the parting cry&lt;br /&gt;My heart shall raise;&lt;br /&gt;This still its prayer shall be:&lt;br /&gt;More love, O Lord, to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;More love to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;More love to Thee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114462735095605651?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114462735095605651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114462735095605651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114462735095605651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114462735095605651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/04/hymn.html' title='A Hymn'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114444307705522255</id><published>2006-04-07T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T16:53:44.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To bring in some humor...</title><content type='html'>How many &lt;b&gt;CALVINISTS&lt;/b&gt; does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;None - God has predestined when the light will be on. Calvinists do not change light bulbs. They simply read the instructions and pray that the light bulb will be one that has been chosen to be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many members of a &lt;b&gt;BAPTIST&lt;/b&gt; church does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt; TEN - One to actually change the bulb, and nine to say how much better they liked the old one.  &lt;p&gt; One Last One:  (I apologize)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How many &lt;b&gt;UNITED METHODISTS&lt;/b&gt; does it take to change a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt; In response to that question the denomination issued the following statement: "We choose not to make a statement either in favor of or against the need for a light bulb. However, if in your own journey you have found that a light bulb works for you, that is fine. You are invited to write a poem or compose a modern dance about your personal relationship with your light bulb (or light source, or non-dark source), and present it next month at our annual light bulb Sunday service, in which we will explore a number of light bulb traditions, including incandescent, fluorescent, three-way, long life, halogen, and tinted -- all of which are equally valid paths to luminescence."&lt;/p&gt; ( I found these at &lt;a href="http://www.hopecc.com/humor/light_bulb.html"&gt;HCC Humor&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114444307705522255?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114444307705522255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114444307705522255&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114444307705522255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114444307705522255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-bring-in-some-humor.html' title='To bring in some humor...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114435371379699402</id><published>2006-04-06T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T16:01:55.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray, pray, pray!  And my heart will still say that GOD IS GOOD</title><content type='html'>I've been doing a lot of thinking about prayer, in light of general and specific large things going on in my life right now.  I have been particularly struck by how the Bible emphasizes prayer and how we should be praying continually.  Also, we are blessed through prayer.  We have an intimate relationship with God through prayer.  We can do nothing without God, therefore we can do nothing without prayer.  Even though I might not know how to pray, I still need to pour my heart out before God and be continually seeking Him.  Here are a few verses that I have looked at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Spirit helps us in our weakness.  We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express."  Romans 8:26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;is God's will for you&lt;/span&gt; in Christ Jesus."  1Thessalonians 5:17-18 (emphasis added)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise him up. ... pray for each other so that you may be healed.  The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective."  James 5:15-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So we fasted and petitioned our God about this, and he answered our prayer."  Ezra 8:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord has heard my cry for mercy; the Lord accepts my prayer."  Psalm 6:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The prayer of the upright pleases [the Lord]."  Proverbs 15:8b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present you requests to God." Philippians 4:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He answered their prayers, because they trusted in Him." 1 Chronicles 5:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that went on for a bit, but they are beautiful and assuring passages of Scripture.  Prayer is so essential to my life, and yet I must confess that I do not place it in my "top activities" everyday.  And not only that, but I should be praying continually, not sporadically and when I feel like it.  I need to not pray based on my feelings and schedule but based on complete humility before God, knowing that if it weren't for Him, I would be a miserable wretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few circumstances currently in my life that have brought on this reflection and are things that I would like prayer for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st:  My mom's breast cancer has returned, for those who have been asking and praying (thank you).  We just found out today.  After four years of being "cancer-free," it is very difficult for her to have to go through it all again, especially since some time has passed.  Although we knew she wasn't guarenteed to be healthy now, there was a fairly good chance.  Please pray for my mom and dad as they contemplate the next  steps.  Please pray for strength and yet a weakness in Christ.  Pray also for my siblings.  It's hard.  Now more than ever is when we all need to be anchoring our souls in the goodness of God.  He never promised a perfect life, but He did promise us protection, comfort, and guidance.  May we rest in that truth and be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd:  This really pales in comparison to the first request, but as I am going to college next year, I need to first make a desicion and then trust the Lord to provide the money.   I am confident in His provision, but sometimes it's hard to remember.  Please pray also that my family and I would be preparing ourselves for next year, but not obsessively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading, and for praying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note, I just got my All-State music!  The music that we get to sing is really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I use an NIV Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One closing passage:  (It's pretty self-explanitary(I have no idea how to spell that word))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them.  They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God.  He will wipe every tear from their eyes.  There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.'"  Revelation 21:3-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen and Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114435371379699402?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114435371379699402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114435371379699402&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114435371379699402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114435371379699402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/04/pray-pray-pray-and-my-heart-will-still.html' title='Pray, pray, pray!  And my heart will still say that GOD IS GOOD'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114368832194357591</id><published>2006-03-29T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:12:01.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trips, etc.</title><content type='html'>First, a warm welcome and thankyou to all of my new readers.  You've pushed me over the 200 hit mark!!  (whoopdeedo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I am leaving on Saturday to go visit a college in Minnesota.  Please pray that it would be fruitful and productive, and that I would never veer or stray from God's will.  We also will get to visit John Piper's church, which I am so excited about!  Although J. Piper is not currently there, I'm still thankful for this opportunity and for the fact that God has provided an amazing church where I might be going this fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114368832194357591?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114368832194357591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114368832194357591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114368832194357591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114368832194357591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/03/trips-etc.html' title='Trips, etc.'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114342910001951585</id><published>2006-03-26T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T22:11:40.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Great Sermon</title><content type='html'>Well, another Sunday has passed and with it another &lt;a href="http://cmcvermont.org/"&gt;excellent sermon&lt;/a&gt;. ( I know that they are availible online, but I'm not sure how.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's passage was on &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2013;&amp;version=31;"&gt;John 13&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main point of the passage and of the sermon was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love for the brethren is one of the key distinguishing marks of true faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jesus gives us the greatest example by washing the disciples' feet.  Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came away from the sermon pondering my own view of myself.  Do I put myself above servanthood?  How can I serve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christ's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;body&lt;/span&gt; more?  It is so powerful to think of the church as Christ's body, as an aside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I put myself way too much before others, as is my sinful nature.  My prayer is that I would be reducing in pride and increasing in Christ--including in His behaviors and spotlessness.  I have a feeling that the upcoming Katrina trip will offer a gazillion opportunities to practice this love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114342910001951585?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114342910001951585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114342910001951585&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114342910001951585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114342910001951585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-great-sermon.html' title='Another Great Sermon'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114308289884667993</id><published>2006-03-22T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:06:13.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakespearian Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ok, so this might seem corny, but for my poetry class I wrote a poem inspired by Shakespeare. In AP lit I just finished reading King Lear so the language is in my head. It came out in my poem. I laughed as I wrote this...maybe I just have an odd sense of humor, but I think it is funny. I'm not offended if you think it is just dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 51);"&gt;Lush, verdant&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 51);"&gt;The albatross became bodacious…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh beauteous verse to mine ear dost lend, but, &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What purpose dost the albatross serve?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it represent a regal scoundrel, a prince amongst the gulls&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or perhaps just a glimpse of white amongst the green?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And how came it be bodacious? &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Art thou bold, oh bird, to make thine artist describe thee as such? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dost thou steal and pilfer, to earn ye such a name?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thy mysterious ways have caused no little confusion to thine observers.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And what have ye to say to such accusations?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Louder, my bird, louder! &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What?!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Doest thou naught but squawk?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Come bird, do thy kind better.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I knowest not how thou came to be called bodacious.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thou, who canst neither speak nor be clever,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thou who is but a dumb bird and used for naught.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thee I do banish from this verse&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thee who only dost mars it and wrecks thy country’s beauty.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Farewell young bird, who canst do good, I leave thee forever by the sea.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 51);"&gt;Lush, verdant&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 51);"&gt;The elephant…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aie!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When will the injustice given this poor pen end?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114308289884667993?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114308289884667993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114308289884667993&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114308289884667993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114308289884667993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/03/shakespearian-inspiration.html' title='Shakespearian Inspiration'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114306387856227617</id><published>2006-03-22T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T16:44:38.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O.k., I'm due for an update, but the problem is that my mind is running dry of ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, woe is me.  (Just kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read one of the most amazingly bitter-sweet stories that I have seen in a long time.  It was heart wrenching but Christ-centered.  It left me in tears to see how powerful and full of love is Christ yet how He reveals it in different and sometimes sorrowful (to us) ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theswordinlove.blogspot.com/"&gt;Read it here.  (It is Erin's story.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114306387856227617?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114306387856227617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114306387856227617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114306387856227617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114306387856227617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/03/o.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114272755529748071</id><published>2006-03-18T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T19:19:15.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>I've been reading First and Second Kings lately, and have seen some very interesting points that are tossing around in my mind right now.  I just wanted to spill them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After David became king, Israel and Judah split.  Kings talks about the next forty kings of these two kingdoms.  The interesting part is that out of these 40 kings, 30 of them were "evil in the eyes of the Lord."  Only 8 of them did what was right and therefore honored the Lord.  The other two were not given the evil or right stamp but their actions did not look too favorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.  Out of 40 Kings, only 8 were right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there was a distinct "very evil" king (Ahab)  and a distinct "very right" king (Josiah). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, all of the "right" kings were of the kingdom of Judah, which is where Jesus descended from (right??). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this a lot and trying to figure out how it fits with the rest of the Bible.   It fits in an obvious way, but I'm wondering if I'm missing anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114272755529748071?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114272755529748071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114272755529748071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114272755529748071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114272755529748071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/03/musings.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114245284932570407</id><published>2006-03-15T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:00:49.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>REGENERATE OUR CULTURE</title><content type='html'>Regenerate Our Culture has started!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit their &lt;a href="http://www.regenerateourculture.com/"&gt;new site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114245284932570407?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114245284932570407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114245284932570407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114245284932570407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114245284932570407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/03/regenerate-our-culture_15.html' title='REGENERATE OUR CULTURE'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114237478771253987</id><published>2006-03-14T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T17:26:12.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsibility</title><content type='html'>We have been having really weird, unpredictable weather. Hmmm, that would make sense, since this is VT. Last week we had 18 inches of snow in one night and yesterday there was "torrential" rain storms and lots of fog. We lost all of our snow in less than a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I attended a &lt;a href="http://cmcvermont.org/CC_Content_Page/0,,PTID310086%7CCHID644934%7CCIID,00.html"&gt;Cross Training meeting&lt;/a&gt;. The discussion varied, but we talked a lot about taking responsibility for our actions under the narrower topic of homosexuality. The Bible is very clear about how we have sinned and are responsible for it, but, praise God, it is also very clear about salvation and hope in Christ. Anyway, as an example of not taking responsibilty, the &lt;a href="http://www.stellaawards.com/2005.html"&gt;Stella Awards&lt;/a&gt; were mentioned. While these are funny to a certain extent, they are also kind of sad. I mean, when someone starts sueing magicians because he thinks he is "god" and his powers are being taken away, the matter becomes pretty grave. I am tempted to say "how stupid," but it makes me think about how I view responsibility in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I take responsibility for the right things and the right reasons? Do I follow through with responsibility? Do I fully admit, in my heart, that my sins are my fault, not the fault of another? Do I take responsibility for my actions seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I haven't gone around sueing companies and such for very silly things, I know that I am guilty of blameshifting. Responsibility for my actions doesn't always come first. This provides food for thought, especially since most of my actions affect others and have the ability to cause others to stumble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114237478771253987?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114237478771253987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114237478771253987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114237478771253987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114237478771253987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/03/responsibility.html' title='Responsibility'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114202642818223797</id><published>2006-03-10T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T16:33:48.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John 11</title><content type='html'>Lately our church has been studying John and most recently &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=John%2011;&amp;version=49;"&gt;John 11&lt;/a&gt;. (The dead and resurrection of Lazarus.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passage is so encouraging to me because it shows how Jesus comes and meets us, we don't have to rise up to some unreachable level to meet Him.  He responded to Martha and Mary in the way that each of them needed most.   That's really cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114202642818223797?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114202642818223797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114202642818223797&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114202642818223797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114202642818223797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/03/john-11.html' title='John 11'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114202610074696057</id><published>2006-03-10T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T16:28:20.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This has never happened to me before...</title><content type='html'>O.K, so the other night, I was reading this book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Princess and the Goblins&lt;/span&gt;.  It's kind of an odd book and I'm not sure I would recommend it, but I haven't finished it, so I can't give a yay or nay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just gotten to the part where the young lad was in the mines at night and was trying to figure out what the goblins were after and why they were pursuing him more than usual.  Then I went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I dreamed the whole rest of the story.  No joke.  I knew exactly what the goblins wanted, how they were going to get it, and every other detail.  It was perfectly complex, and yet my mind made it all up.  I have never read the book before.  Now I only remember some of it, but it was intense.  That has never happened to me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that sounds kind of dumb, but it was so vivid and so real and it made sense, which never happens.  Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you really wanted to know all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114202610074696057?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114202610074696057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114202610074696057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114202610074696057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114202610074696057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-has-never-happened-to-me-before.html' title='This has never happened to me before...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114195673632056876</id><published>2006-03-09T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:12:16.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This is a really great poem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.taylormali.com/index.cfm?webid=30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: normal;font-size:85%;" &gt;The the impotence of proofreading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114195673632056876?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114195673632056876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114195673632056876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114195673632056876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114195673632056876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-really-great-poem-the.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114178242424686915</id><published>2006-03-07T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:47:04.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Other Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There but for the grace of God go I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not sure of the orgin of this phrase, but isn't it powerful??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114178242424686915?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114178242424686915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114178242424686915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114178242424686915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114178242424686915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-other-thought.html' title='One Other Thought'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114178202757243736</id><published>2006-03-07T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:40:27.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Political  Comments</title><content type='html'>O.K., so I'm not much of a politician, but I do know that to compare our country's president to Adolf Hitler is not very respectful, nor is it nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of things wrong with Jay Bennish's&lt;a href="http://michellemalkin.com/archives/004689.htm"&gt; lecture&lt;/a&gt;.  First there is the obvious violation of most school policies, which is for teachers to keep their personal views to themselves while trying to educate their students in a balanced manner.  Bennish's lecture does not adequately present both sides of the political arguments about Iraq, Bush, and our world in general.  True, he does give a disclaimer, but it doesn't do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, God has commanded us to be respectful to our governing authorities.  Not to be repetitive, but the comparison is not meant to be respectful in any way.  Bennish probably doesn't have a category for God, but it is a good reminder for those who claim to be Christians, such as myself, that we need to not bash our leaders because that would be bashing God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-28253" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Everyone must submit himself to the governing authorities, for there is no authority except that which God has established. The authorities that exist have been established by God. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28254" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Consequently, he who rebels against the authority is rebelling against what God has instituted, and those who do so will bring judgment on themselves. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28255" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For rulers hold no terror for those who do right, but for those who do wrong. Do you want to be free from fear of the one in authority? Then do what is right and he will commend you. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28256" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For he is God's servant to do you good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword for nothing. He is God's servant, an agent of wrath to bring punishment on the wrongdoer. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28257" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Therefore, it is necessary to submit to the authorities, not only because of possible punishment but also because of conscience. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28258" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is also why you pay taxes, for the authorities are God's servants, who give their full time to governing. &lt;span id="en-NIV-28259" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Give everyone what you owe him: If you owe taxes, pay taxes; if revenue, then revenue; if respect, then respect; if honor, then honor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 13:1-7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114178202757243736?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114178202757243736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114178202757243736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114178202757243736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114178202757243736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/03/political-comments.html' title='Political  Comments'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114169230993435395</id><published>2006-03-06T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T19:45:09.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>REGENERATE OUR CULTURE</title><content type='html'>I'm not much at writing promos, but this project seems like it's worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.regenerateourculture.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Regenerate Our Culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a project and a &lt;a href="http://www.regenerateourculture.com/read/"&gt;vision of four christian teens&lt;/a&gt; from around the U.S.  Their goal is to regenerate the secular-worldview culture we live in today and turn it back to the Christian-worldview society that our nation was founded upon.  The three main areas they want to make changes in are:  Politics, religion, and life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make this project into a reality, these teens are starting a web-magazine in nine days.  The magazine will be published on the 1st and 15th of every month.  Written by experienced Christian bloggers, this magazine will surely be an internet revolution and will spread throughout the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about this project because, as part of a Christian minority in Vermont, I will get to be in touch with other Christians nationwide and I get to be part of something that our world probably needs at this point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to become a sponsor and join the team, &lt;a href="http://www.regenerateourculture.com/sponsors/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Regenerate Our Culture&lt;/span&gt; and the people involved in your prayers.  It looks like an exciting yet daunting project.  May Christ be glorified through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NASB-29927" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"For we also once were foolish ourselves, disobedient, deceived, enslaved to various lusts and pleasures, spending our life in, malice and envy, hateful, hating one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But when the kindness of God our Savior and His love for mankind appeared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;He saved us, not on the basis of deeds which we have done in righteousness, but according to His mercy, by the washing of regeneration and renewing by the Holy Spirit."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Titus 3:3-5 (nasb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I thank God that we have been regenerated by the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114169230993435395?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114169230993435395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114169230993435395&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114169230993435395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114169230993435395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/03/regenerate-our-culture.html' title='REGENERATE OUR CULTURE'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114157335702318089</id><published>2006-03-05T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T10:42:40.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>Right now my ear is so plugged that I can't hear out of it. It's really weird. I had to stay home from church today because I am sick, but I wanted to blog a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is my parent's 23rd wedding anniversary. To celebrate, they decided to go away Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Good! I was so excited for them. However, there is a problem. Their personalities. Seriously! The book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0440507049/102-8063936-7256952?v=glance&amp;n=283155"&gt;Type Talk&lt;/a&gt;  makes it all clear.  They are both "P's"  which stands for "Perceivers."  The P's are continually looking for new possiblities and are reluctant to nail anything down.  That would be my parents.  They didn't book any reservations until the day before they left!  And they've been planning this for how long??  Come on.  Also, I was kind of hoping they would go someplace "exotic," like, say, Stowe or something.  That's what they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; hoping for.  However, again due to personality, they finally settled on the Inn at Essex, not even 5 miles away from the house.  "Oh, we meant England..."  Yeah, right.  "O.K., mom and dad.   We'll be sure to visit you each day to make sure you're doing alright and don't need anything."  Honestly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess they enjoyed it, and we surprisingly didn't bump into each other around town.  I'm happy for them, though as the only "J" in the family, I would have planned it out about a month ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to stay home with a nice young couple from church.  It was lots of fun for us!  Although, as the oldest of five, I discovered a little more about what it means to be a leader.  Especially when everyone looks to me for the discisions and no one can agree and be happy with the same thing.  It was interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to rest up.  I'm not going to school tomorrow, but due to the silly strike, we do have makeup days both tomorrow and Tuesday.  Blahhhhhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114157335702318089?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114157335702318089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114157335702318089&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114157335702318089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114157335702318089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/03/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114133268516278259</id><published>2006-03-02T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T15:51:25.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been reminded again and again that forgiveness is such a hard action to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 3:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forgive as the Lord forgave you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114133268516278259?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114133268516278259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114133268516278259&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114133268516278259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114133268516278259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/03/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114109378743543967</id><published>2006-02-27T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:29:47.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm just not being creative, but I can't think of anything to write about.  At least not anything that takes minimal brain power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114109378743543967?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114109378743543967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114109378743543967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114109378743543967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114109378743543967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/02/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114074025184240307</id><published>2006-02-23T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T19:17:31.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep = Stupidity</title><content type='html'>Sheep are stupid. With nothing guarding them, they tend to wander and get themselves into trouble, like say, attacked by lions or bears or maybe tigers, depending on the part of the world. If they eat all the grass in one small area of the pen, they have to be led to another spot by Someone else. They aren't bright enough to find it on their own. And I know that everyone thinks sheep are fluffy and nice, but they're really dirty and smelly unless they are cleaned. Stuff gets stuck in their wool like crazy. In the summer, they can't shed their fleece, giving them relief from the warmer weather. Let's just say that they aren't very brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... That doesn't really help my ego, which is good...but hard. I am glad, though, that I have a Shepherd watching over me and that His gate is around me to keep me from wandering and being attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(look at...&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=john%2010;&amp;version=31;"&gt;John 10&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114074025184240307?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114074025184240307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114074025184240307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114074025184240307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114074025184240307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/02/sheep-stupidity.html' title='Sheep = Stupidity'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114049211302252028</id><published>2006-02-20T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:21:53.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help?</title><content type='html'>I was wondering if anyone had any good verses for proving that God the Father = God the Son = God the Spirit.  I know that basically all of John proves that God=Jesus and I know that in Acts 6 (I think) it talks about lying to the Spirit and then lying to God and how that's the same, and I know that at the end of 2 Cor., there is a trinitarian (sp.?) benediction, but are there more verses??   If anyone can help me out that would be great.  I want to be as prepared as possible for the next time someone tells me that the Bible never actually says right out that there is a Trinity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114049211302252028?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114049211302252028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114049211302252028&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114049211302252028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114049211302252028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/02/help.html' title='Help?'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-114039061423087813</id><published>2006-02-19T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T18:10:14.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Word</title><content type='html'>"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons;&lt;br /&gt;Neither the present nor the future, nor any powers; &lt;br /&gt;Neither height nor depth nor anything else in all creation&lt;br /&gt;Will be able to separate us from the love of God&lt;br /&gt;That is in Christ Jesus our Lord."  Romans 8:38-39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoever does not love does not know God, for God is love.&lt;br /&gt;This is how God showed His love to us:  He sent His only begotten Son into the world that we might live through Him.  This is love:  Not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.  Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.  No one has ever seen God, but if we love one another, God lives in us and His love is made complete in us."  1 John 4:8-12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-114039061423087813?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/114039061423087813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=114039061423087813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114039061423087813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/114039061423087813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/02/word.html' title='Word'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-113988915964330615</id><published>2006-02-13T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:52:39.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool</title><content type='html'>This bumper sticker caught our (collective) eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Big Bang Theory:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God spoke, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;BANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-113988915964330615?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/113988915964330615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=113988915964330615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113988915964330615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113988915964330615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/02/cool.html' title='Cool'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-113980640681926998</id><published>2006-02-12T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:53:31.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Man</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty crazy, but it was fun. (I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out by going to church at a large Baptist church around the corner.  It wasn't very good...it was a little surprising to see the pastor dressed up in a robe.  It was pretty formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to a UT women's basketball game.  They played against UConn and lost, but it was still exciting, even for a non-basketball fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real fun started, though, when we went to see &lt;em&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/em&gt; with Cathy Rigby as the star.  This was the last show in Austin, and it was very well done.  I'd have to say that the scene changes were better even than Broadway, and that is saying a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad ordered tickets to the show ahead of time, on the internet (what would we do without it?).  He found some seats  based on the little map that they show of the auditorium and they looked like they would be okay.  You know, not too pricey, but not a bad view.  Well, we arrived, and the ushers said, "Just take the elevator to the sixth floor and some people up there will show you your seats."  Oh.  Sixth floor??!  Who goes to auditoriums six stories high??  We followed the directions/command and arrived at our destination.  It was pretty spacious and we didn't see anything to complain about.  Until we were shown in.  We were a little late (big surprise) so all of the lights were out.  There was a nice usher(ette?), though, who took my sister and I under her wing.  (My dad was otherwise occupied for the time.)  She gave us very careful instructions to follow her closely and to not let go of the rail, whatever happens.  Okay.  Again, we follow the command and are led to our seats.  You know, the seating arrangement reminded me of the old cities that you might see engraven on the side of a mountain:  sheer cliffs with little houses carved out of them.  Going down the stairs to our seats was like taking a winding narrow staircase down a lighthouse or something.  We happened to be seated on the second balcony, apparently six floors up from solid ground, with nothing but a knee high guardrail to protect us from empty theater space.  Peter Pan might have been comfortable; we were not.  The usherette wouldn't even take us to our actual seats because it was too dangerous; we had to wait until the house lights were up during the intermission.  It was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; steep and so scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up not going to our actual seats.  We thought it might be safest to stay as still as possible, not moving too much for the fear that some bigger force would make us jump the rail or push us head over heels into the great abyss.  However, not everyone was as concerned about our precarious position as we were.  So there was this mother there with her son.  The boy was maybe five or six (he kind of reminded me of my brother).  He was a typical boy, always looking for adventure.  (He can't just watch the boys onstage)  During the intermission, while my dad, sister, and I were safely glued to our seats, the mother let her little boy go up to the edge and stand there looking over.  If she had been there with him, it might have been okay, but she stayed in her seat, not really paying close attention.  By the time we noticed him, he was climbing up onto the railing, trying to do goodness knows what.  My dad made some sort of exclamation, and the lady suddenly noticed how her darling was jeopardizing his life.  She got him and went back to her seat, looking a little sheepish, while my dad and I were sitting there with our blood running cold.  If possible, we were stiffer than before due to fear, and still soundly glued to the seat.  (Heights really aren't our forte, and this was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; high with no safety.)  The lady wasn't very attentive during the rest of the night, and we prayed that there wouldn't be another intermission.  There was supposed to be one, but it didn't happen.  Later, as we were walking to our car, we saw the same woman and boy, and the boy was about to run into a street were many cars were.  Is this a pattern??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-113980640681926998?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/113980640681926998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=113980640681926998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113980640681926998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113980640681926998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-man.html' title='Oh Man'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-113970187552389810</id><published>2006-02-11T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T18:51:15.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Not to beat the chivalry theme to death, but the men down in Texas are so nice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-113970187552389810?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/113970187552389810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=113970187552389810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113970187552389810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113970187552389810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-113962751710136624</id><published>2006-02-10T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:11:57.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God is so Trustworthy</title><content type='html'>So, we're here in Texas!! My dad decided to take my sister and me with him on his business trip.  So far it's been fun, but it has also made us step back and look at how good God is to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there's the airplanes.  Now, there's nothing wrong with them, but given our recent plane history (I mean 9/11) it is always a little bit of a test in faith to be able to get on one.  However, that all went well, and we got into the Austin airport and got our luggage and got our rental car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when the fun began.  In Austin, a relatively small city, there are many one way streets.  Actually the whole city is pretty much comprised of one way streets.  It's really confusing.  (Burlington doesn't offer much in the way of city knowledge.)  Anyway, we were trying to get to our hotel.  We found the right streets and were trying to follow them.  It wasn't until we turned left when we realized that left wasn't an option.  Yeah, it was pretty scary.  You know, lots of traffic, horns, and a very surprised driver.  But it was also cool, because God gave us a way out.  On this particular street, there were many parking spaces that were open on the side of the road.  Even though it was a busy time of day, there was practically another lane made up of parking.  God was kind to us.  Besides saving our lives, he taught us a good lesson in humility.  For my dad, the lesson was kind of obvious, but my sister and I also realized that no matter how much experience we have, we can not achieve perfection.  Also, we re-learned that God can be absolutely trusted in whatever situation and He will provide, no matter what His plan.  It might not be what we want, but it is good.  We got to the hotel without any more troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides having to wait for an hour and a half for our room to be cleaned, we had fun looking around the hotel and standing in awe of the 19 story building with scary glass elevators that go up rather quickly.  (I'm not fond of heights...there is a pool on the roof, as well)  We got to our room and then decided to get a feel for the city and go out for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our second adventure happened during this little exursion.  Our rental car was brand new and had only had 200-something miles on it.  It was really nice.  However, the engine pretty much failed in the middle of a huge traffic flow.  (That description is probably not technically correct, but the idea is there.)  We were able to bump along and swing off onto a side road, but it was obvious that the car was being obstinate and rough.  We started again, but the "check engine" light remained, proving that everything was not okay.  But again, God provided.  We found a little Hertz shop nearby, thanks to the definitive Hertz map that they gave us with the car, and stopped in for help.  It was actually a car breakdown service, but it worked with Hertz.  We got there just as they were closing, but the men who worked there were willing to help us out.  They looked at it and decided to give us a different car so that the Hertz company could work on it.  While my sister and I were waiting for my dad to finish "doing business" with the guy, at least two other workers came up to us and asked us if they could help us.  Even though they were technically done, they made sure that everything was taken care of.  God provided the right people, the right place, the right exchange car, and everything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our day could have ended very differently, but God was so good to provide us with exactly what we needed and took care of us, as He always does.  As we were talking about it over dinner, I think we were all amazed and thankful to God.  It may seem silly, but sometimes it is so hard to trust God from situation to situation, and it is so easy to panic.  God worked with us, though, and proved to us how He can be trusted, which He didn't have to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-113962751710136624?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/113962751710136624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=113962751710136624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113962751710136624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113962751710136624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/02/god-is-so-trustworthy.html' title='God is so Trustworthy'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-113936002051833117</id><published>2006-02-07T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T19:53:40.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops....</title><content type='html'>I forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last two lines of the second stanza actually say "Though the storms may come and go, the peace of God you will know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I sang the real version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-113936002051833117?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/113936002051833117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=113936002051833117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113936002051833117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113936002051833117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/02/oops.html' title='Oops....'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-113935503929834025</id><published>2006-02-07T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T18:45:43.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What??</title><content type='html'>You know when you hear something in the right context, and then it is thrown out of context by some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt; well-meaning person?  For example, in the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Rumor of War&lt;/span&gt;, by Philip Caputo, one of the subtitles to a chapter is a verse from Matthew. (I don't remember the verse) The verse is used completely out of context and I addressed that in a paper that I had to write about the book (about a year and a half ago). The teacher wrote on my paper that not everything has to be used in it's correct context. I can't help but think that he meant the Bible is the only thing that is "o.k." to use out of context. Using something out of context just doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back on track. (Apparently I haven't quite gotten over that.) In my chorus class we sing a nice little refrain as part of our warm-ups. Perhaps some of you are familiar with it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't build your house on Sandy Land.&lt;br /&gt;Don't build it to close to the shore.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it might be kind of nice,&lt;br /&gt;But you'll have to build it twice,&lt;br /&gt;Yes you'll have to build your house once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to build your house upon a rock.&lt;br /&gt;With a strong foundation on a solid spot.&lt;br /&gt;So when the rains come tumbl'n down,&lt;br /&gt;You won't have to build no more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really cool song, especially in a round. However, in chorus, there is a slight variation on words. Instead of building your house "upon" a rock, you have to build your house "just like" a rock. Now, probably no one in the class even cares, much less knows the backgroud of the song, or what it is referring to, but that one slight variation changes the whole meaning in a huge way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is taken from the parable in Matthew 7, talking about a life with Christ vs. a life without.  Building &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;upon&lt;/span&gt; the rock is to submit and take delight in Christ's gift of salvation and in recognizing that He is the one who does the life-changing work and that I am incapable of building without Him.  Building &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just like&lt;/span&gt; a rock is to try and copy Christ and to take control of life and circumstances, missing the point of the song and parable entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, most of the world falls into the "I can do it" mindset, not even understanding that they are doomed from the start.  As I have been thinking about this, I think I need to be admonished for not sharing the gospel more to those who are confused between true salvation and a copycat version that won't last.  Also, it serves as a good reminder that I need to not forget that Christ is my foundation.  It is so easy to get cocky/proud and then I try to take over the wheel.  Not in my life as a whole, but in certain areas.   God has been kind to point this out when it happens, even though it is a tough lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-113935503929834025?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/113935503929834025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=113935503929834025&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113935503929834025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113935503929834025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/02/say-what.html' title='Say What??'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-113919258479320777</id><published>2006-02-05T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T21:23:04.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Favorite Scripture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.photo-templates.com/images/Flower%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.photo-templates.com/images/Flower%2001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really enjoyed reading this passage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 19:7-11&lt;br /&gt;"The law of the Lord is perfect,&lt;br /&gt;reviving the soul.&lt;br /&gt;The statutes of the Lord are trustworthy,&lt;br /&gt;making wise the simple.&lt;br /&gt;The precepts of the Lord are right,&lt;br /&gt;giving joy to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;The commands of the Lord are radiant,&lt;br /&gt;giving light to the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The fear of the Lord is pure,&lt;br /&gt;enduring forever.&lt;br /&gt;The ordinances of the Lord are sure&lt;br /&gt;and altogether righteous.&lt;br /&gt;They are more precious that gold,&lt;br /&gt;than much pure gold;&lt;br /&gt;they are sweeter than honey,&lt;br /&gt;than honey from the comb.&lt;br /&gt;By them is your servant warned;&lt;br /&gt;in keeping them there is great reward."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sweet and beautiful passage, pointing to Christ and His beauty! This has really served to focus my heart more on Christ and to be reminded of who He Is, and who I am not. The Lord is so kind in saving me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-113919258479320777?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/113919258479320777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=113919258479320777&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113919258479320777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113919258479320777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-new-favorite-scripture.html' title='My New Favorite Scripture'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-113919198133621732</id><published>2006-02-05T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T21:13:01.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think that I owe Linda an answer.  Linda, sorry it took so long and thanks for being patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the question/thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=113856370844964213"&gt;Linda's Comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, why did women turn feministic??  Why am I/we feministic??&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think it is partly both the fault of male and female alike. When God first created male and female, there were distinct roles assigned. Those roles seem to be generally followed throughout the Old and New Testament. While women were not placed in positions that men should be in, like a pastoral role, they were given wonderful opportunities to step up and use their gifts to the glory of God. There are countless women in the Bible who do this. Some include Esther, Ruth and Naomi, Rahab, Mary, Elizabeth, Priscilla, Persis, etc. etc................... Those were off the top of my head. These women were truly submissive and Godly women who knew the definition of a woman. The problem is, today we don't even know the true definition of a woman. I don't know it. The lines between woman and man have become sadly muddled and foggy. It probably started when men abused their gift of manhood and used their strength, stature, social status, and privileges in a way they are not meant to be used. The women were not much better. They were not content with their position, strength, stature, etc., and wanted to change. The two situations combined to form the world that we currently inhabit. I don't really have any facts to back this up, this is just my conjecture. In my Opinion, neither sex was content with their role and each wanted more, especially the women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this sense I am a feminist. I am not always content with what God has blessed me with. Generally I love being a girl, but there are many instances when I have what could be called sinful thoughts in that area. However, God has really been working in my heart on contentment. I couldn't say for sure where I am right now. Part of the problem is that I'm not very clear on my view of the matter. Maybe I should think more carefully before I post any brazen ideas or thoughts. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I Peter 2:20&lt;br /&gt;"But how is it to your credit if you receive a beating for doing wrong and endure it? But if you suffer for doing good and you endure it, this is commendable before God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite frankly, that is hard to figure into the whole argument.  I struggle with that because it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; hard to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;do something good and then be punished for it, in whatever form the punishment comes in. I'm not very good at suffering, especially not when I have done something that I think ought to be commended here on earth. I guess this should reproach me for my unwillingness to let go of my pride and, to go back to the contentment theme, it should remind me that my reward is in Heaven and Jesus Christ, not here where everything under the sun will perish and pass away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have and thoughts or words of advice?? I feel like there is so much more to glean from this verse and so much more to learn about humility and perserverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Linda  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-113919198133621732?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/113919198133621732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=113919198133621732&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113919198133621732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113919198133621732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-that-i-owe-linda-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-113856370844964213</id><published>2006-01-29T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T14:41:48.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Fair" Lady</title><content type='html'>First, let me say that the sermon today was amazing.  No joking.  You can click the CMC link and somehow download it, but it was really, really good.  That combined with the music really brought all of the emotions and things that I have been dealing with to the front of my heart and spilled over, both in thankfulness and in seeking comfort in Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I think it is time to revisit the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Fair Lady&lt;/span&gt; theme.  Just for the record, my previous post was not about the movie, per se, but rather the movie served as an excellent example for some points I wanted to make.  Now it would be fun to analyze the movie a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wholeheartedly agree with GM about Higgins.  There is absolutely no reform whatsoever by the end of the movie.  In my mind, it is only slightly more hopeful than the end of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gone With the Wind&lt;/span&gt;.  (A book which I would not recommend, because you will most likely grow to hate both Scarlett and Rhett because of their utter stubborness and selfishness.  Obviously we all struggle with that, but not to that extent, at least not in Christ.)  Higgins still has the same anti-women attitude at the end of the movie as he does in the beginning.  He still thinks that they should all bend over backwards to please him.  He can't even admit that he likes Eliza, only he's "grown accoustemed to her face." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Pickering, I must say that I like him much better.  He treats Eliza with some sense of chivalry and kindness, but he still doesn't stop Higgins or rebuke him when he wonders why Eliza ran off, and consequently, why women are not more like men.  (hmmmm....)  Neither of them seem to truly grasp the fact that women are human and have a great amount of feeling and tenderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other thoughts??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L, I know this is one of your favorite movies, so I don't mean to bash it in any way.  I actually do enjoy it and I love the music.  It is all done really well.  It's also quite funny.  It's just that the closing scene leaves me with the wish to punch Higgins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-113856370844964213?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/113856370844964213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=113856370844964213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113856370844964213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113856370844964213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-fair-lady.html' title='My &quot;Fair&quot; Lady'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-113824366797288291</id><published>2006-01-25T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T21:47:47.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Poems</title><content type='html'>Found poems are so cool!!  Basically you try to find a theme in any piece of literature and extract words or phrases from the literature to back the theme.  Then you put all of the words and phrases together in any order to make a poem about the theme.  The literature can include anything from a chapter in a book, a letter, a toothbrush package, etc. etc....  The list could get very long.  The first found poem that I made was an assignment for my AP Lit class.  I had to come up with a theme from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bell Jar&lt;/span&gt; by Sylvia Plath.  Never ever read that book.  I did do one on my own, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;FACE &lt;st2:state&gt;&lt;st2:place&gt;WASH&lt;/st2:place&gt;&lt;/st2:State&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Patented!—&lt;/&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Soap-free&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Thoroughly lifts&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Measures up&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;No residue&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Shine!—&lt;/&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Cleanser&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Light-lathering&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Velvety-smooth&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Natural matte&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;st1:sn&gt;Green&lt;/st1:Sn&gt;!—&lt;/&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:givenname&gt;Rosemary&lt;/st1:GivenName&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Flower&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Sage&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Chamomile&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;…massage gently…&lt;/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;&gt;Comments?&lt;/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That came from Biore (trademark) Pore Perfect (trademark) cream cleanser (no trademark...)  The poems are so fun to create!!  (When it's not for an assignment) Try it sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-113824366797288291?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/113824366797288291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=113824366797288291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113824366797288291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113824366797288291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/01/found-poems.html' title='Found Poems'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-113812723461045169</id><published>2006-01-24T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T13:27:14.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Je m'exuse, s'il vous plait, mais il faut que je sois enervee...</title><content type='html'>I don't normally consider myself a feminist.  No really, I don't.  I fully understand that men and women have roles that have been given to us by God, and while He made men and women as equal, we are not made to act the same.  Obviously women are the weaker sex, but we also have to bear children.  Men are strong and should protect the weaker sex.  Anyway, this is not a commentary on the nature of man.  What I want to talk about is why women turned feministic and why I myself might actually be placed in that category.  (Excuse me, now I am going to vent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Fair Lady&lt;/span&gt; last night with a very good friend of mine.   I love that movie and I love the music to it.  Very catchy.  However, if there is a man out there who can honestly watch that and say that he can see nothing wrong with the way Henry Higgins treats women, then let me know and I will give you a piece of my mind.  Now, I wouldn't be so upset if that kind of behavior had stayed back in the time period it was prevelant in.  You know, when men generally looked down on anything that wasn't the same gender as themselves...but it is necessary to point out that some men still live in that same mindset today.  *Disclaimer:  I said some, not all.  This is not a sweeping generalization.*  And in case you may think that I am making a random statement, I can name a few people I know who are very sexist and anti-women.  I won't name them here, of course, but believe me.  Any man who trods over a woman's feelings and thinks that all women will do exactly what he tells them to do is just wrong.  There is nothing else to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I lived in the time when men would rise when a woman walked into the room.  Or when a man would hold a door open for a woman.  Or when a man would offer a seat to a seatless woman.  I know that there are many men out there who act like that.  I thank you.  However, to the rest, please take note and start acting like men, not like stuck up people who want their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for allowing me to spill my thoughts, sorry if I offended anyone.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-113812723461045169?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/113812723461045169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=113812723461045169&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113812723461045169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113812723461045169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/01/je-mexuse-sil-vous-plait-mais-il-faut.html' title='Je m&apos;exuse, s&apos;il vous plait, mais il faut que je sois enervee...'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-113803100554679137</id><published>2006-01-23T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:12:58.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Living Word</title><content type='html'>God's word is so good. I have seen that truth time and again whenever I open the Bible. I really like quotes, so I often copy down a quote and hang it on my wall or put it in my notebook - really anyplace where I will see it a lot. I wish that I could just copy the whole Bible down and hang it up!! No really, there are so many good passages and wonderful stories that blow my spiritual mind away, no matter how many times I've read it. My most favorite story is of Joseph, in Genesis. Maybe I'll post it sometime. My current most favorite passage in scripture, though, is in Habakkuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        "For the revelation awaits an appointed time;&lt;br /&gt;              it speaks of the end&lt;br /&gt;               and will not prove false.&lt;br /&gt;           Though it linger, wait for it;&lt;br /&gt;              it will certainly come and will not delay."&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Habakkuk 2:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so encouraging to me. Habakkuk the prophet had been complaining to God because he wanted judgement brought down on his ruthless enemies. This verse is part of God's answer to him and He is basically telling Habakkuk to hope for what he cannot see and to have faith in God's perfect promises. While it is ultimately talking about the revelation and the end, it has affected my life in a more personal way. Because I am very impatient, I like to try and plan my future and what I want it to look like. God, however, has a perfect plan in store for me. (Surprise, surprise) He has been teaching me to lean on His promise that He would keep His promises, and that means that I don't have to worry about my life at all. It is in perfect hands, which I definately can't boast of. This is really confusing, I know. I don't really understand it all, except that I know that I can trust in God for everything. God is so good and so righteous and I pray that I might bring honor to His perfect name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-113803100554679137?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/113803100554679137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=113803100554679137&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113803100554679137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113803100554679137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/01/living-word.html' title='The Living Word'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-113760818850150190</id><published>2006-01-18T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:16:28.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So I get up this morning, drag myself out of bed, and get ready to go in for day two of my exams.  My sister and I are all ready and are out on the porch, waiting for the bus (it is too rainy to actually go to the bus stop)  when my dad comes out and lets us know that school is delayed.  Oh. Oh well.  Not much to do about that.  I went back to bed after pondering all of the things I could get done, and promptly went back to sleep.  I had previously thought that I would never be able to do that.  I proved myself wrong.  Then, after getting up a second time, I learned that school was closed.  I went back to bed again (pathetic, I know) and slept until about twelve-thirty p.m.  I comfort myself with the fact that I probably needed sleep, my body isn't just weird.  (Although that's a distinct possibiliy.)  So here I am, quarter after one, and feel like sleeping again.  Cool.  I wish I could figure out how to post pictures, because I bet I look pretty funny right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-113760818850150190?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/113760818850150190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=113760818850150190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113760818850150190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113760818850150190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/01/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-113744494964061671</id><published>2006-01-16T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:55:49.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea!!</title><content type='html'>O.K.,  it's beginning to become clear.  Cool!!  I'll try to restrain from posting anything else until I have something slightly more profound to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-113744494964061671?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/113744494964061671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=113744494964061671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113744494964061671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113744494964061671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/01/yea.html' title='Yea!!'/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21063829.post-113744307533563383</id><published>2006-01-16T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T15:24:35.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here it goes!!  I have no idea what I am doing; I'm not very computer-savvy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21063829-113744307533563383?l=thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/feeds/113744307533563383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21063829&amp;postID=113744307533563383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113744307533563383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21063829/posts/default/113744307533563383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhaleofblue.blogspot.com/2006/01/here-it-goes-i-have-no-idea-what-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Elisabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11380427524254799205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6900/2127/1600/Elisabeth%27s%20back5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
