<?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-8821005882553221601</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:50:33.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crazy Beautiful Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselisenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821005882553221601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselisenicole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>elise...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590848641213116126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_XXV6089HY/SbBOwC3ipkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rAxRoIN_ziI/S220/P2251150.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821005882553221601.post-2882166701383056917</id><published>2009-03-10T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:34:17.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deuteronomy 8:2-5</title><content type='html'>"Remember that every road that God led you on for those forty years in wilderness, pushing you to your limits, testing you so that he would know what you were made of, whether you would keep His commandments or not.  He put you through hard times. He made you go hungry. Then He fed you with manna, something neither you, nor your parents knew anything about, so that you would learn that men and women do not live by bread alone; we live by every word that comes from God's mouth. Your clothes didnt wear out and your feet didn't blister for those forty years. You learned deep in your heart the God disciplines you in the same ways a father disciplines his child."&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 8:2-5&lt;br /&gt;(The Message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I may not be traveling through Egyptian slavery, and my life can be considered to be a piece of cake compared to this forty year journey, I still experience the overall nastiness of life, where I am my reactions are put to the test and I am left struggling to cling to His word for guidance and to make the right decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day,I have to consciously ask myself, "am I living my life to His standards?" Am I wandering around, lost and broken, or am I trying hard to follow His will and commandments? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will never stray from me, will never leave me alone, or hungry, or ill. But what He will do is see how much I am committed to Him. He will bless me if I am a thankful, dutiful servant. For all that I have been given, all the blessings I have received are because of Him. There is absolutely no way I could have all that I have in my life if it weren't for Him! My God is so good and for that, He deserves my constant praise! I need to be humble and thank Him for getting me through the shadows and dark spots in life and providing me with all that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the tendency to be a very self centered thinking person. I coach myself through life, praising myself for getting through a long day of work, school, and whatever else comes my way. I get excited when I think about how I worked so hard to do something, or how I am the one who got myself where I am today. This thinking is so stinking backwards and wrong! The only reason I am where I am is because my God is a loving God and blesses me massively. He gives me the strength I need to conquer the day, even when I'm being a snot and thinking I did it all myself! I need to start praising Him constantly! Thanking Him for everything. He leads me through all the crap! He tests  me to draw me closer to Him. And above all, He loves me, even when I'm a total idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times are coming. This life on earth is a time of serving. A time of living through crazy times, knowing that we can do anything with Christ backing us up. In my mind, it's like have a, "life coach," who has got your back the whole way! He just wants us to live out His commandments! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And praise Him. Each day I wake up, I must praise His holy name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821005882553221601-2882166701383056917?l=misselisenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselisenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/2882166701383056917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821005882553221601&amp;postID=2882166701383056917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821005882553221601/posts/default/2882166701383056917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821005882553221601/posts/default/2882166701383056917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselisenicole.blogspot.com/2009/03/remember-that-every-road-that-god-led.html' title='Deuteronomy 8:2-5'/><author><name>elise...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590848641213116126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_XXV6089HY/SbBOwC3ipkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rAxRoIN_ziI/S220/P2251150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821005882553221601.post-9216170660102288579</id><published>2008-08-10T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:28:55.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love sick...</title><content type='html'>no really...by "love sick," i actually mean like sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love should not hurt....love should make you fly....make you feel like you could take on the world...like you have a zillion butterflies inside your little tummy....i mean, love may make you struggle, and it might make you work, but love should never actually hurt, or make you cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one really knows what is going on in my life...no one knows of all the nights i spend with my face smashed into a pillow attempting to suppress the sound of my crying....no one knows of how many nights i spend alone in my bed wondering where my other half may be....or how his text messages are always carefully deleted and his phone is never left anywhere where i could touch it...or what it feels like to see that his myspace changes from in a relationship to single constantly....or worse, the nights when im sick and puking and just need someone to hold me close..but he isnt there and he never even calls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, despite all the shit, i still love him...i love him from the bottom of my heart...i do not talk about the way he hurts me....i cover up for him so ppl dont really know what its like...its killing me slowly from the inside....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just told me today that he does not want to live with me anymore. our lease is up in october, leaving me about 2 months to figure out where i am going to be living...i do not understand this at all...i dont understand how in one breath he can be talking about marrying me, then in the next, he no longer wants to live with me...i completely understand that he may need space and whatnot, however, it does not make it easy for me considering the fact that i pretty much compromised all of my beliefs and the way i was raised to move in with him and live with him in the first place...now its like im being left all alone and i went through all that shit for nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is he hiding something now?!?! what could make him turn like that?! and its not like he can even use the excuse that he feels trapped or something living here, considering the fact that he is hardly ever home....goes out quite a bit and i have never once stopped him...im the one picking him up at 2 am from the bars!!!! uggg.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just really hard...the only time i spend with him is at night before we sleep and like an hour or two in the morning before he works....so my question is, when he moves an hour and a half away from me and right now our schedules already conflict when he sleeps right now next to me, when the hell are we going to see each other?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand this!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hurt...im confused....and i dont know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;generally, the suggestion i get is "dump him..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however....when you love someone from the very tips of your toes...when your every thought is of them and you savor every time you get to hold them....it is not that easy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821005882553221601-9216170660102288579?l=misselisenicole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misselisenicole.blogspot.com/feeds/9216170660102288579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821005882553221601&amp;postID=9216170660102288579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821005882553221601/posts/default/9216170660102288579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821005882553221601/posts/default/9216170660102288579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misselisenicole.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-sick.html' title='love sick...'/><author><name>elise...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03590848641213116126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I_XXV6089HY/SbBOwC3ipkI/AAAAAAAAAAg/rAxRoIN_ziI/S220/P2251150.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
