<?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-8736260370316241873</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:15:02.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09053446448966321727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S4aw6To4OwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kdN8EPGURWQ/S220/fountain+pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736260370316241873.post-8231489299100597286</id><published>2011-03-24T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T10:00:04.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As of late...</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Here are some links to my favorite photographers' blogs. If you like to look at pretty people and places, check these out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joeelariophotography.com/"&gt;www.joeelariophotography.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kortneekate.com/"&gt;www.kortneekate.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jessicaclaire.net/"&gt;www.jessicaclaire.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ambermcdowellphotography.com/"&gt;www.ambermcdowellphotography.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736260370316241873-8231489299100597286?l=elizalewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/feeds/8231489299100597286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-of-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/8231489299100597286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/8231489299100597286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2011/03/as-of-late.html' title='As of late...'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09053446448966321727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S4aw6To4OwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kdN8EPGURWQ/S220/fountain+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736260370316241873.post-216744486910177190</id><published>2010-06-24T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:43:28.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I love surprises. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I also think random acts of kindness rule!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I have never understood those who don't like to be surprised. Why would you NOT want a spontaneous, thoughtful gesture shown to you? For example, what girl doesn't like flowers out of the blue?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Or perhaps, someone may give an unexpected note to let another know they care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I think it's the little things in life that make or break your day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So, surprise a friend or loved one with a heartfelt expression of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736260370316241873-216744486910177190?l=elizalewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/feeds/216744486910177190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/06/surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/216744486910177190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/216744486910177190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/06/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09053446448966321727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S4aw6To4OwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kdN8EPGURWQ/S220/fountain+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736260370316241873.post-8779061095069551009</id><published>2010-06-16T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T05:21:07.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Won Me Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/ZR00cd_pzvg/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZR00cd_pzvg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZR00cd_pzvg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736260370316241873-8779061095069551009?l=elizalewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/feeds/8779061095069551009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/06/won-me-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/8779061095069551009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/8779061095069551009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/06/won-me-over.html' title='Won Me Over'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09053446448966321727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S4aw6To4OwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kdN8EPGURWQ/S220/fountain+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736260370316241873.post-7428629596837408050</id><published>2010-06-15T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:38:43.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved</title><content type='html'>I cannot sit still.&lt;br /&gt;I must confess.&lt;br /&gt;There's a stirring in my heart, in my mind. I am moved beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;A song, a picture, a memory...they all remind me to value what is genuine, eternal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can ever take what rests at the core of me - compassion. And to that cause, I am forever bound.&lt;br /&gt;Let love be my theme.&lt;br /&gt;Let kindness be heard in my song.&lt;br /&gt;Let gentleness make its mark on those whose path I cross...&lt;br /&gt;For there is a stirring within me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736260370316241873-7428629596837408050?l=elizalewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/feeds/7428629596837408050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/06/moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/7428629596837408050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/7428629596837408050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/06/moved.html' title='Moved'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09053446448966321727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S4aw6To4OwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kdN8EPGURWQ/S220/fountain+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736260370316241873.post-8179342634618924524</id><published>2010-04-21T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:37:54.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S89hR8fc6HI/AAAAAAAAABw/SEyKNTPHT5k/s1600/familia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S89hR8fc6HI/AAAAAAAAABw/SEyKNTPHT5k/s320/familia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S89fuJEikSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MMvElbfpxqo/s1600/trellis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S89fuJEikSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/MMvElbfpxqo/s320/trellis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S89giOwu2kI/AAAAAAAAABg/E4DLByX5e2I/s1600/earth1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S89giOwu2kI/AAAAAAAAABg/E4DLByX5e2I/s320/earth1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S89gdpt5sfI/AAAAAAAAABY/b06GOGdyiSw/s1600/DSC_0242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S89gdpt5sfI/AAAAAAAAABY/b06GOGdyiSw/s320/DSC_0242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S89gllhqn-I/AAAAAAAAABo/G0t0gCOZYUc/s1600/audreyhepburn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S89gllhqn-I/AAAAAAAAABo/G0t0gCOZYUc/s320/audreyhepburn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736260370316241873-8179342634618924524?l=elizalewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/feeds/8179342634618924524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/04/snapshots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/8179342634618924524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/8179342634618924524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/04/snapshots.html' title='Snapshots'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09053446448966321727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S4aw6To4OwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kdN8EPGURWQ/S220/fountain+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S89hR8fc6HI/AAAAAAAAABw/SEyKNTPHT5k/s72-c/familia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736260370316241873.post-7234142075155852213</id><published>2010-04-21T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:49:36.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of You...</title><content type='html'>Ever heard this song from the Cure? I loved listening to them in high school. . . it's about time I find a CD of their music and play it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures say a thousand things without uttering a word. The colors, the subject(s), the landscape, the mood. . .&lt;br /&gt;all of these details make a picture fascinating. Thus, why I LOVE photography. I can't get enough of it! I am continuously inspired by the photography blogs I follow online and the photographers who have taken pictures of me or my family. These individuals capture a snapshot in time that will never come again. They are the timekeepers of our lives, our special occasions and our relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You don’t take a photograph, you make it."&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Ansel Adams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736260370316241873-7234142075155852213?l=elizalewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/feeds/7234142075155852213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictures-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/7234142075155852213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/7234142075155852213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictures-of-you.html' title='Pictures of You...'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09053446448966321727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S4aw6To4OwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kdN8EPGURWQ/S220/fountain+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736260370316241873.post-1985061435247103737</id><published>2010-03-18T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:12:13.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="header"&gt;&lt;h2 class="me"&gt;per·se·ver·ance&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript"&gt;AC_FL_RunContent = 0;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var interfaceflash = new LEXICOFlashObject ( "http://sp.ask.com/dictstatic/d/g/speaker.swf", "speaker", "17", "15", "&lt;a href=\"http://dictionary.reference.com/audio.html/lunaWAV/P03/P0302600\" target=\"_blank\"&gt;&lt;img src=\"http://sp.ask.com/dictstatic/g/d/speaker.gif\" border=\"0\" alt=\"per severance pronunciation\" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;", "6");interfaceflash.addParam("loop", "false");interfaceflash.addParam("quality", "high");interfaceflash.addParam("menu", "false");interfaceflash.addParam("salign", "t");interfaceflash.addParam("FlashVars", "soundUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fsp.ask.com%2Fdictstatic%2Fdictionary%2Faudio%2Fluna%2FP03%2FP0302600.mp3&amp;clkLogProxyUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fwhatzup.html&amp;t=a&amp;d=d&amp;s=di&amp;c=a&amp;ti=1&amp;ai=51359&amp;l=dir&amp;o=0&amp;sv=00000000&amp;ip=cf903792&amp;u=audio"); interfaceflash.addParam('wmode','transparent');interfaceflash.write();&lt;/script&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/audio.html/lunaWAV/P03/P0302600" target="_blank"&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;img src="http://sp.ask.com/dictstatic/g/d/speaker.gif" border="0" alt="per severance pronunciation" /&amp;amp;amp;gt;&amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;/span&gt;–noun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;steady persistence in a course of action, a purpose, a state, etc., esp. in spite of difficulties, obstacles, or discouragement.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This week has been extremely difficult for me. I haven't felt well physically and emotionally. My heart and mind have been overwhelmed for my friend, Debora Bunch, who is going through chemotherapy and radiation to prepare for her bone marrow transplant next week. I have cried, prayed, read the Bible and yet one word says it all. Perseverance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"...in spite of difficulties, obstacles, or discouragement" -- I must keep going.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have to hold onto hope for better days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As Brooke Fraser sings in her lovely-penned "Desert Song" :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"And this is my prayer in the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In weakness or trial or pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;There is a faith proved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;of more worth than gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So, refine me, Lord through the flames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I will bring praise, I will bring praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;No weapon formed against me shall remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I will rejoice, I will declare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;God is my victory and He is here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~Eliza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736260370316241873-1985061435247103737?l=elizalewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/feeds/1985061435247103737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/word-of-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/1985061435247103737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/1985061435247103737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/word-of-day.html' title='Word of the day'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09053446448966321727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S4aw6To4OwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kdN8EPGURWQ/S220/fountain+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736260370316241873.post-3764099792904284204</id><published>2010-03-09T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T11:45:04.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What might have been. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;There is an old country song that is stuck in my head at the moment. It's called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"What Might Have Been", by Little Texas. If you've never heard the song, it carries a poignant message. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"I try not to think about what might have been. . .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;'cause that was then and we have taken different roads. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;we can't go back again, there's no use giving in. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;there's no way of knowing what might have been."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Isn't it amazing how a song can stir you emotionally? You are doing fine and then you hear a lyric or a melody and it triggers a response from you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I feel sentimental when I hear certain songs. . .they take me back to a place and time that is as real as the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736260370316241873-3764099792904284204?l=elizalewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/feeds/3764099792904284204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-might-have-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/3764099792904284204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/3764099792904284204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-might-have-been.html' title='What might have been. . .'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09053446448966321727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S4aw6To4OwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kdN8EPGURWQ/S220/fountain+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736260370316241873.post-7882678139563505407</id><published>2010-03-09T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T06:38:40.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratefulness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I have been thinking a lot lately about all the blessings in my life and the people who have made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; me who I am today. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;My parents, my siblings, my friends. . .my church, my education, my giftings. . .each one has shaped me and once again, I say, "Thank you, God."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am privileged in so many ways and never want to take for granted all that I have been given.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;If you are reading this today, you are a friend or family member who follows my blog and you have impacted my life in ways you will never fully comprehend. . .thanks for your companionship, love, advice, encouragement, etcetera. I hope I have left a loving imprint upon your heart and life.&amp;nbsp; Muah!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736260370316241873-7882678139563505407?l=elizalewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/feeds/7882678139563505407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/gratefulness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/7882678139563505407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/7882678139563505407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/03/gratefulness.html' title='Gratefulness'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09053446448966321727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S4aw6To4OwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kdN8EPGURWQ/S220/fountain+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736260370316241873.post-7475948159505103398</id><published>2010-02-26T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T10:43:07.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why? How? When?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I ask myself these questions a lot lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why do I worry so much?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;How is it that I STILL allow my past to affect me negatively? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When will the people/things/situations I pray for turn around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life is a waiting room...grab a magazine and be patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736260370316241873-7475948159505103398?l=elizalewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/feeds/7475948159505103398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-how-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/7475948159505103398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/7475948159505103398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-how-when.html' title='Why? How? When?'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09053446448966321727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S4aw6To4OwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kdN8EPGURWQ/S220/fountain+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736260370316241873.post-7921330570253373639</id><published>2010-02-25T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T09:34:11.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't have to worry about my gas tank being full anymore!!"</title><content type='html'>A little while ago, while driving to lunch, I heard that quote from a ridiculous woman who supported Obama. She may still support him, although her gas tank is her own responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;I literally laughed to myself when she said it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to find Freida (that's what I'll call her) and say, "Honey, no man in Washington, D.C. is going to give you gas money or pay your mortgage." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Reagan put it brilliantly : "Government is not the solution to our problems. Government is the problem."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736260370316241873-7921330570253373639?l=elizalewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/feeds/7921330570253373639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-have-to-worry-about-my-gas-tank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/7921330570253373639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/7921330570253373639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-have-to-worry-about-my-gas-tank.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t have to worry about my gas tank being full anymore!!&quot;'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09053446448966321727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S4aw6To4OwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kdN8EPGURWQ/S220/fountain+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736260370316241873.post-2290964677357050442</id><published>2009-08-31T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T09:45:10.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>King David -- what an inspiration</title><content type='html'>I'm here at work and just struggling with a few irritations and disappointments....Why do I feel overlooked? Why does my boss seem so preoccupied? How do I remain obedient when my heart and mind want to go the opposite way? &lt;br /&gt;Then, I was reminded of 1 Samuel 30:6. The Message Bible reads: "David strengthened himself with trust in his God." Other versions say, "David encouraged himself in the Lord." What a powerful act David exhibits: in the face of mumbling Israelites....through constant battles for his own life....people questioning his authority/position.&lt;br /&gt;I know God is faithful and He desires me to wait on Him and His perfect timing. He still rewards those who DILIGENTLY SEEK Him. Hebrews 11:6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736260370316241873-2290964677357050442?l=elizalewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/feeds/2290964677357050442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2009/08/king-david-what-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/2290964677357050442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/2290964677357050442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2009/08/king-david-what-inspiration.html' title='King David -- what an inspiration'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09053446448966321727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S4aw6To4OwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kdN8EPGURWQ/S220/fountain+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8736260370316241873.post-6140998727131700283</id><published>2009-08-28T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:01:58.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rob Pattinson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So, I have a slight obsession with all things Rob Pattinson and Kristen Stewart right now! ha. I know, I know...crazy, huh? I haven't even read the books, but I have seen the movie twice now and I love that there is so much to adore about their love story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Yes, it's a teenage fetish for most tweens and teens at the moment, but who says a woman that's 29 years old can't like it, too? Maybe if I read the books, I'll be hooked even more to the idea that a love like Bella and Edward's is truly rare...impossible...still inspiring those of us who want more in their own relationships/marriages.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;We all need a little romance, hey?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8736260370316241873-6140998727131700283?l=elizalewis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/feeds/6140998727131700283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2009/08/rob-pattinson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/6140998727131700283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8736260370316241873/posts/default/6140998727131700283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elizalewis.blogspot.com/2009/08/rob-pattinson.html' title='Rob Pattinson'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09053446448966321727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mav7J873GVc/S4aw6To4OwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kdN8EPGURWQ/S220/fountain+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
