<?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-1315179339347355054</id><updated>2011-07-28T05:03:40.174-07:00</updated><category term='Update on Life'/><title type='text'>Life as a King</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-7491931387206482637</id><published>2009-08-13T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:06:27.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny little Man...</title><content type='html'>So last night after bath, London seemed to be in a very comical little mood so out comes the video camera on my phone (not the best quality, sorry).  Just thought I'd share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering what he is saying, here is is:&lt;br /&gt;1st part - Shake your booty, like a clown&lt;br /&gt;2nd part - his rendition of Old Mcdonald&lt;br /&gt;2rd - Hip Hip Hooray, I did it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b2274cbbd761fa3a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db2274cbbd761fa3a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331359037%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D591259AECA46284E4D2430BB64471FD0FF8677BF.1FA486AA014CC750B1F7906A930F49A9489CEFFD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db2274cbbd761fa3a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMB3DBVPV2VsmKkgsvzBCDpAkZjc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db2274cbbd761fa3a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331359037%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D591259AECA46284E4D2430BB64471FD0FF8677BF.1FA486AA014CC750B1F7906A930F49A9489CEFFD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db2274cbbd761fa3a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMB3DBVPV2VsmKkgsvzBCDpAkZjc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1315179339347355054-7491931387206482637?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b2274cbbd761fa3a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/7491931387206482637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=7491931387206482637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/7491931387206482637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/7491931387206482637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-little-man.html' title='Funny little Man...'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-4403224294322171664</id><published>2009-07-28T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:05:57.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update on Life'/><title type='text'>Summer, Summer, Summer, Summertime</title><content type='html'>Well, if you haven't noticed its been since June since my last post which means only one thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summertime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this year we have definitely tried to squeeze every ounce of summer out this year.  Which means pretty much evey moment that we're not working or doing something else, we're outside.  We have also tried to do a couple trips as well.  So far we've done VA Beach, Cass Scenic Railroad, Leesburg, Williamsburg, and we're going to Disney in September. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London is growing up so fast it unbelievable.  He is now talking in almost complete sentences, can count up to 20 and has started his ABC's.  Its just so crazy to think that he'll be turning 3 this December.  Our next big challenge is potty training.  We are on a count down to August 8th.  This will be the morning that we put him in underwear and never look back!  Hopefully he'll transition easily but we're prepared for the uh-oh's :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan is in full swing with the wedding season.  This year he has had a wedding almost every Saturday with a few breaks in between and it seems that receptions are starting and ending earlier than past years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself is doing good.  Things are going well.  Still working full time and trying to soak up as much London time whenever I possibly can!  I sold my moms car this past weekend and now we just need to sell her duplex (very cute in the city).  Other than that everything is pretty ho-hum with me.  I'm thinking about taking a class in the fall - yes I meant school.  I am over half way done with my associates and have thought about starting with just one class a semester to atleast finish it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there's the update and why I've been MIA for a whole month.  I'll try not to let that much time go by again without a post!  Love to all!  SK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1315179339347355054-4403224294322171664?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/4403224294322171664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=4403224294322171664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/4403224294322171664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/4403224294322171664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-summer-summer-summertime.html' title='Summer, Summer, Summer, Summertime'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-5698380678238115002</id><published>2009-06-05T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T06:16:50.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Picture said so much...</title><content type='html'>Sorry Its been so long since I last posted.  Time just seems to get away from me these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always like to go to google images and search for random photos as my main photo for this blog.  Sometimes its something that reminds me of my childhood or how my soul is feeling at the moment or what might be the cry of my heart that month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new picture for me caught my eye out of hundreds.  At first I couldn't stop looking at it.  Wondering about these two peoples lives.  Wondering what they're thinking and feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then moved on to what was going on in the photo.  Its pouring down raining.  One is smart and brought her umbrella.  She was prepared.  She watched the weather that morning while going on with her morning schedule and making sure she was prepared for the day.  The other lady, not so much.  Granted she has a short haircut and therefore doesn't have to worry about the rain messing up her do.  But she clearly wasn't a sprepared and didn't think to pay attention to the weather or if she needed her umbrella that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here is another way of looking at it.  Do we want to always be the one with the umbrella.  So preoccupied in making sure that all our ducks are in a row that we miss out out the refreshing rain storm.  In this photo is an example of two lives and their relationship with the Lord.  One is distant, out of focus, and letting everything in her life prevent her from receiving the rain of the Lord upon her life.  The other is clear, confident, and standing strong to not only receive what the Lord has for her but bravely battling what's coming her way knowing that in the long run it's going to be good and bring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my prayer right now is that, Lord I don't want to be so pragmatic that I lose sight of what is real and that I stop feeling and stop receiving Your rain, Your favor, and most importantly Your word.  Make it so that I am not the one in the background.  Out of focus.  Make it so that I am the one living my life totally and completely to honor You and Your name.  Take the things out of my life that I have placed first and have caused a sheild against You.  Let me be confident and stand strong in who I am and what I am to accomplish in this life!  Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1315179339347355054-5698380678238115002?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/5698380678238115002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=5698380678238115002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/5698380678238115002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/5698380678238115002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-picture-said-so-much.html' title='This Picture said so much...'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-6019196483069145582</id><published>2009-04-20T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:10:09.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bubby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SeyQPKYoerI/AAAAAAAAAHE/s8Ww8wx3SlY/s1600-h/IMG00021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326791049432562354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SeyQPKYoerI/AAAAAAAAAHE/s8Ww8wx3SlY/s320/IMG00021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rarely talk much about London on this blog and its more for privacy than anything else. I so treasure these baby and toddler moments that I just like to keep them locked in my heart and let them marinade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, this time I wanted to share my little Bubby with you all. I know I am probably somewhat totally snowed over by the love for this child that it seems like he can do no wrong but in all reality he has his moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;London, my love, you are truly the apple of my eye. I love how you like to be quiet and reserved and then the next minute talk my ear off. I love that you like to cuddle and give lots of hugs and kisses. I will always buy you all the nuggets and apple dippers your little heart desires. I'll never forget the bedtime moments of kissing every one of your stuffed animals you like to sleep with...elmo, big bird, cookie monster, grover, baby mumble and your blankie and your doggie blankie and then lastly your sweet litttle head. I love the way you look at everything like a present that hasn't been opened yet and your excitement that shoots to my core. I'll never forget your little skip and hop when you dance. Your clapping off beat. Chasing your naked little butt around the house after bathtime. Sinking battleships and bathing Leo and Rocket in the tub. I love the innocent sparkle in your eyes, like your spirit is still untouched by the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;London, may you never lose your innocence, quirkiness, spirit or excitement in those things unknown. May you always be kept and lead by you heavenly Father. May you always know His voice more than any others. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1315179339347355054-6019196483069145582?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/6019196483069145582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=6019196483069145582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/6019196483069145582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/6019196483069145582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-bubby.html' title='My Bubby...'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SeyQPKYoerI/AAAAAAAAAHE/s8Ww8wx3SlY/s72-c/IMG00021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-4352372514068156360</id><published>2009-04-02T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:45:13.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Donate Life Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SdTYQgCqX4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/QzOOl5S1IgU/s1600-h/2092205290_f347ef249e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320114837822005122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SdTYQgCqX4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/QzOOl5S1IgU/s320/2092205290_f347ef249e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can still…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still smell your fragrance…not just that of your perfume, but of gooey butter cake, red clay mud pies, daffodils, &amp;amp; cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;Still see you sitting in your big chair drinking a hot cup of red rose tea and listening to Barbara Streisand or working in your flower beds on a sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;Still hear the continual creek of the rocking chair while held in your arms and you singing me to sleep to “I love you Lord”.&lt;br /&gt;Still feel the softness of the skin on the back of your hand and your presence in everyday things.&lt;br /&gt;Still know the deep roots of faith you planted in us, the confident women you raised us to be &amp;amp; the love that showed no limitation of strength, endurance, &amp;amp; determination.You were an incredible woman. Always defeating the worst of odds and still walking away smiling. Always trusting in the Lord that through no matter what storm, He would provide and you would awake even better than the day before. You taught us more than anyone that His grace is sufficient, His portion enough, &amp;amp; His love is greater than all others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This month is one that will also ring in my mind and will never be forgotten. It is National Donate Life Month! My mom didn't get the opportunity to receive a transplant but their are thousands out their that are healthy enough to receive a transplant...they're waiting on a donor. They're waiting on a donor to maybe have 5 more minutes with their families - husbands, daughters, sons, and grandchildren. One more hug, kiss, conversation over tea or shopping and thats just the things that are obvious. How about walking without a wheelchair, climbing stairs, taking a shower without help or even writing a letter. With my mothers passing, it is more than just her passing that you have to get over. Everyday I look at London and think of all the moments they would have had together and the things she's going to miss. He know his gramma by a picture but will never remember her by the memories they had together or ones that would have come. It's the holidays and birthdays that traditions will bring up her fragrance and make me feel the void. Donors don't have to give their vital organs to make a difference and no donation is too small!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;APRIL IS NATIONAL DONATE LIFE MONTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Almost 100,000 men, women and children currently need life-saving organ transplants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every 12 minutes another name is added to the national organ transplant waiting list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;An average of 18 people die each day from the lack of available organs for transplant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In 2005, there were 7,593 deceased organ donors and 6,895 living organ donors resulting in 28,108 organ transplants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In 2005, 44,000 grafts were made available for transplant by eye banks within the United States.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Approximately 1,000,000 tissue transplants are performed annually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;According to research, 98% of all adults have heard about organ donation and 86% have heard of tissue donation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;90% of Americans say they support donation, but only 30% know the essential steps to take to be a donor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320118381332550898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SdTbewpaVPI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jOWZH3H7w80/s320/NDLM_2009_WebAd_300x250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1315179339347355054-4352372514068156360?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/4352372514068156360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=4352372514068156360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/4352372514068156360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/4352372514068156360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2009/04/national-donate-life-month.html' title='National Donate Life Month'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SdTYQgCqX4I/AAAAAAAAAG0/QzOOl5S1IgU/s72-c/2092205290_f347ef249e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-2621748644967855234</id><published>2009-03-25T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T06:37:58.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Rain...</title><content type='html'>Today I am going to not be okay with mediocracy.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to not just sit by the river, I'm going to drown in it.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to spend 10 minutes to feed my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to worship a little more.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to think out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to smile one more smile.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to not be tired of the every day things.&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to marvel at the every day things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like your personal to-do list out runs your life to-do list like cleaning house and doing laundry.  Lately I am feeling like that.  Like I need an overhaul, tune up, oil change...maybe a little more air in my tires.  I need the jumper cables laid on me like butter on bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be so incredible to just be able to work on me for a while.  This whole thing started yesterday morning when I had the opportunity of being at home by m-y-s-e-l-f to just do things for m-y-s-e-l-f for about two hours.  I was able to take an eternity long shower (which means shave my legs), pluck my eyebrows, and actually curl my hair (doesn't typically happen on a work morning, let alone with a two year old pulling at your legs).  I was able to listen to worship music and enjoy my cup of hot coffee.  My shirt was even ironed and my socks matched.  I walked out of the house feeling so refreshed and at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I get that everyday can't be that way.  I would eventually get bored of all the maintenance and "me" time and it wouldn't be so special on the days that I do get to have a morning like that.  I was then at the va-j-j doctor yesterday morning and it had been since 2007 since I had gone.  I know I can feel the hand smacks thru the computer.  I actually went for an infertility visit (yada, yada, yada).  Anyway, Donna starts asking me questions about my family and medical history.  Here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1: How's your dad?&lt;br /&gt;Answer in my mind: Well lets see, he left me when I was ten, had to be on food stamps, and now is gay, drag queen, and loves riding in the Mardi Gras parade's...also haven't talked to him since I was 16.  Should have daddy issues but really am doing okay in that field.&lt;br /&gt;Real Answer:  I'm actually not sure of his recent health status.  He hasn't been around since I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2: How's your mom?&lt;br /&gt;Answer in my mind: Seriously, do I have to rehash this all over again.  I know once I say she passed away she's going to get that look on her face of I'm so sorry but I'd love to know the details, how should I go about asking her.&lt;br /&gt;Real Answer: She passed away about a month and a half ago of liver failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3: How are you handling it?&lt;br /&gt;Answer in my mind: Again, seriously, no I do not need antidepressants and I am not trying to get pregnant to fill the void or anything pychotic like that.&lt;br /&gt;Real Answer: I'm working through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still get thrown off when people ask me about my mom or I have to tell them shes passed or they want an update on how I'm doing.  I'll tell you.  I'm still kinda numb.  There are still moments I go to just pick up the phone and call her.  It's a hard pill to swallow to let the reality of it actually sink in that that person is just gone.  One moment they were breathing and the next just gone like vapor.  You can't call them, touch them, hear them.  Their entire existence is gone in an instant.  It's not like when someone moves away and you can still talk to them or go visit them every so often.  It feels like eternity thinking that, well, I'll see her when I go to heaven.  You can't put a date on that.  There's no scheduling.  Its just when God decides and delivers.  Well I like to have a tracking number but all we can do as christians is put it in God's hands.  Our entire beings and lives in God's hands.  Not that I'm entirely ready to leave this earth but it does make me excited about heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I titled this blog "let it rain".  Mainly because spring is here.  And spring is a time of rain, refreshing, fertilization, new plantings, and revitalization after the long blustery winter.  I am praying that not only will spring be in the Shenandoah Valley weather wise but that in the spiritual realm of all of our lives.  Its been a cold, dry winter.  Bring it on God, let it rain!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1315179339347355054-2621748644967855234?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/2621748644967855234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=2621748644967855234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/2621748644967855234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/2621748644967855234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-it-rain.html' title='Let It Rain...'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-1959102983416765331</id><published>2009-03-10T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:58:52.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awe in the things seen and unseen...</title><content type='html'>So, I wasn't exactly sure how to begin this one.  I really wanted to, for somewhat of memories sake, write down what happened at my moms death and how I felt and so on.  Her passing yet sad and still a void was somehow how miraculous and God became so huge in it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it exactly.  More than anything, God's presence, His being became so big that my mothers passing was made to seem so small.  At the moment that it happened.  If that makes sense.  I'm still trying to comprehend feelings, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that week still feels like a foggy mist but what I remember is going to church on Sunday morning and then it all began.  I stepped out of church and had missed a call on my cell and it was the nursing home letting me know that she was still having difficulties breathing and they were taking her back to UVA.  When reaching UVA, she had already been admitted to ICU and been put on oxygen and they were performing a lung tap.  When leaving that day, she seemed to be doing better with still some shortness of breath and swelling.  When I went on Monday  and Tuesday she was lucide and seemed to be doing pretty well.  Breathing with the same amount of oxygen she had been on in the past.  When I got there on Wednesday, they had to move her onto the Bi-pap machine which is not a full breathing tube but was helping her breath quite a bit.  She seemed in ok spirits but we both knew with an eiry peace that something wasn't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left that Wednesday night she blew me a kiss and a smile even while on the bi-pap.  It was then that I knew intercession had to take place.  I knew we had all been praying but this was different.  I knew it had to be warfare!  When I left, I put on my music and set my entire being into crazy prayer warrior time.  I asked God to MOVE.  Whatever direction but we needed some direction.  She was tired, I was tired, and we were both done and ready for the next step.  No more fence line, lets have the answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, He was listening.  The next morning after speaking with her nurses and doctor, it was evident that she would not be leaving the ICU nor capable of having the transplant.  She had to much infection and breathing problems for surgery.  With this I called my sister and aunt and let them know they better come.  That evening when I went to visit, it was evident that we both knew what was going to happen.  I didn't say anything but told her to hang on and that Caron and her sister would be here soon.  She nodded with eyes of determination.  We brought her a video of London on Christmas morning to watch and just sat with her and sang to her.  I tried to bring as much peace to the situtuation as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning, Caron had gotten there and we went over to UVA to spend the day with her.  Meanwhile, my aunt was on a plane from Utah.  We just spent the day with her.  Singing with her, talking to her, reading the bible, etc.  She couldn't talk at this point as they had a small feeding tube in and she was still on bi-pap.  That morning we were called into a conference room by her team of doctors and nurses and were told there were no more preventative measures they could do for her and they then asked us our wishes.  It's hard to tell someone that there wishes are to just let the person pass.  As humans our intinct is to survive.  But what she wanted was to go peacefully and not be kept alive in any way unless there was life after those measures.  They honored our wishes and told us that after she was taken off oxygen it could be several days before she passes.  We had praying for months that no matter how she went that it would be quick and peaceful.  Hearing this sounded like eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By mid afternoon, she wanted the bi-pap off and so we took it off and let her have nose oxygen and mask and she was handling it pretty well.  We were also moved to a non ICU room on a regular floor so that we would have more privacy.  Again, we just spent time with her.  By early evening, she started to loose lucidity and basically just slept.  She didn't answer questions with a nod anymore.  However there were moments.  One moment she wanted the oxygen mask off and so I let her take it off.  We asked if she was ready to go and she nodded she was.  The rest of the evening moved on in a blur.  Watching her every move of anxiousness and readyness for heaven.  Around 10 pm, my sister and I decided to take her nose oxygen off and we asked her if she wanted it off and she nodded.  When taking it off, she voiced as well as she could "I love you".  Now again she had not been lucide for a good hour or so before this moment.  We continued for the next half an hour singing to her and praying over her and just being in that moment with her until she took her last breath and her heart stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never witnessed anyones death before.  I've never witnessed the intense moment that happens.  The spiritual release when their soul is released from their body.  It was so intense that I couldn't breath and ended up running out of the room, collapsing on the floor in the hallway gasping for air.  It was overwhelming.  I had never experienced God so closely.  His fragrance so strong.  His power so infinite.  The moment was not sorrowful at the time.  It was almost joyful like you wanted to worship lwith the angels in heaven and mourning was for later.  I can't fully explain it.  All I can say is AWE.  Awe in what I can't comprehend and don't have to comprehend.  Awe in the things that can't be explained and shouldn't be explained.  Awe in how big my faith should be.  Awe in how much I should worship more.  Awe in how my life should be changed from this moment on.  Just complete AWE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1315179339347355054-1959102983416765331?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/1959102983416765331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=1959102983416765331' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/1959102983416765331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/1959102983416765331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2009/03/awe-in-things-seen-and-unseen.html' title='Awe in the things seen and unseen...'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-725874312817408884</id><published>2009-02-24T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T05:37:19.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The calm after the storm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SaP28ZKjupI/AAAAAAAAAFY/U5cg9rySHQg/s1600-h/2622667664_380e14a8fd_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306356303380331154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SaP28ZKjupI/AAAAAAAAAFY/U5cg9rySHQg/s320/2622667664_380e14a8fd_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they say there is a strange but peaceful calm after a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there really or do you just get so adjusted to the intensity of the storm that anything but it would be calm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting there &amp;amp; will be blogging again soon. Just enjoying the calm after the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo courtesy of Emily Chastain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1315179339347355054-725874312817408884?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/725874312817408884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=725874312817408884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/725874312817408884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/725874312817408884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2009/02/calm-after-storm.html' title='The calm after the storm...'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SaP28ZKjupI/AAAAAAAAAFY/U5cg9rySHQg/s72-c/2622667664_380e14a8fd_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-3426325567153751010</id><published>2009-01-20T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:35:36.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Waiting...</title><content type='html'>I have come to a moment of frustration.  For awhile there I felt I couldn't keep up with the favor of God on my family but its seems it has paused or taken on a different fragrance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house is still on the market with no showings.  I realize the market is bad right now but I am still having faith that our house will sell! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mothers doctors have still not made a decision on the transplant.  Waiting...waiting...waiting... That's all we're doing right now.  Still wondering what to prepare ourselves for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan and I have decided to start trying for a second baby...for those that don't know, it took us a year and a half, fertility testing, and fertility drugs to get our little London.  So be praying that this time it just happens.  I just want it to happen without all the other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am trying to press in and still grab hold of the promises I know that are in store for our family.  I believe there is still an awesome testimony to be told.  I am starting to realize there is a greater lesson to be learned.  One of patience, perserverance, and most importantly upmost faith that God knows the plans he has for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my new song of the moment... "Hope Now" by Addison Road:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If everything comes down to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then just what am I afraid of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I call out Your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something inside awakes in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How quickly I forget I'm Yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been carried by You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything rides on hope now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything rides on faith somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the world has broken me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your love sets me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When my life is like a storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rising waters all I want is the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You say I'll be ok and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make it through the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are my shelter from the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You've become my hearts desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will sing Your praises higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause Your love sets me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1315179339347355054-3426325567153751010?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/3426325567153751010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=3426325567153751010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/3426325567153751010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/3426325567153751010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-waiting.html' title='Still Waiting...'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-4446773557203621133</id><published>2009-01-15T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:25:25.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing It All...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So as part of my new years resolution of worshiping Him more...I am trying out song writing. I'm totally raw in this attribute besides the every so often diddy I might sing in my car or while rocking London to sleep. I'm not sure how its going to go but I made my first attempt. It's really kind of an emotional throwup. I guess I 'll have to work on a main subject next time. Anyway, thought I'd share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;V1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is by grace I stand &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SW9jEqLQDJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zYT8rqCyr5g/s1600-h/Excess%2520Baggage_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Awe I bow&lt;br /&gt;By the workings of your hands&lt;br /&gt;By the knowing of this soul&lt;br /&gt;You bring me to this place&lt;br /&gt;A place of rest&lt;br /&gt;For the Glory You behold&lt;br /&gt;For the Honor of Your Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’m bringing it all to your throne&lt;br /&gt;A heart that’s willing&lt;br /&gt;And a Testament untold&lt;br /&gt;I’m bringing it all to your feet&lt;br /&gt;A desperation cry&lt;br /&gt;With a faith unshaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With a tattered veil&lt;br /&gt;And unclear path&lt;br /&gt;I’m reaching for Your Cup&lt;br /&gt;I’m begging for Your hand&lt;br /&gt;With a foggy mind&lt;br /&gt;And broken steps&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking for Your way&lt;br /&gt;I’m asking for Your light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I’m bringing it all to Your Throne&lt;br /&gt;I’m bringing it all to Your feet&lt;br /&gt;I’m reaching for Your cup&lt;br /&gt;I’m begging for your Hand&lt;br /&gt;I’m bringing it all to Your throne&lt;br /&gt;I’m bringing it all to Your feet&lt;br /&gt;I’m looking for Your way&lt;br /&gt;I’m asking for Your light&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/1315179339347355054-4446773557203621133?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/4446773557203621133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=4446773557203621133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/4446773557203621133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/4446773557203621133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2009/01/bringing-it-all.html' title='Bringing It All...'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-3053122362067893328</id><published>2008-12-30T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:39:25.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been so long since a new post.  Hopefully you're enjoying my new design...thought I'd change things up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Christmas has come and gone again...next year there will be more cookie making, parties, fellowship and family!  I always feel like I don't see family and friends quite enough during the holidays and really thats what part of it's about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past month I have truly learned the meaning of the saying when it rains, it pours!  Gods favor is still abundant but the enemy is definitely trying to come in.  It seems as though just when I get to a more in depth place with God the enemy is saying "Oh no you don't".  Worship has been my refuge the past few weeks.  I always love when I hear a song and it pierces right to the core of what is going on spiritually.  My new favorite is Kari Jobe's "The More I Seek You".  I've added a "song of the moment" at the bottom of my page.  I will try to update this whenever I find a new song that just hits the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a resolution...(come on guys, I know you've been thinking about this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I come up with one and I never quite finish it to the end.  This year I want it to be different.  I don't want this resolution to be between me and myself such as losing weight or being more organized, etc.  I want this years to be between me and the man upstairs.  I want it to actually feed my soul, not just my lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I connect with God during worship, my new years resolution is (drum roll please).....to worship Him more.  I know it sounds simple but you think about how many times a day you come to a moment of quiet and say praise for whatever is going on that day or whisper His name in gratitude or hum a song of worship for whats to come.  He is Worthy....Worthy of more praise!  I don't do it enough.  I might listen to worship songs but I don't let my heart worship throughout the day.  So there it is folks.  I've confessed with my lips (figuratively speaking) so now you guys can hold me accountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Thank you for everything you guys have done this past month.  For the prayers, tissues, shoulders, etc.  Its been much needed and beyond what any regular Thank You can serve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya and Happy NEW Year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1315179339347355054-3053122362067893328?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/3053122362067893328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=3053122362067893328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/3053122362067893328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/3053122362067893328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-2631903477599699007</id><published>2008-12-04T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:56:17.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our House is Finally Ready for the Market...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275979000921230850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/STgK8rBUjgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lL_akK8TBeU/s320/IMG_1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just don't go in the garage...) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets just say the last few weeks have been like editing and preparing for the cover of Glamour Magazine - touch up here, straighten here, get rid of here, etc. I think we've finally got it ready! Again, COME ON FAVOR OF GOD!!! Lets move this puppy and get going on the next!!! I love change &amp;amp; I love new projects so the opportunity of getting my hands on a new house that has never been touched by human hands (figuratively speaking) excites me to the core!!! I can't wait. It also will be nice to not constantly stub toes or bruise the bottoms of my feet by bumping into or stepping on minature fireman or tonka trucks. In our new house there will be a toy room (I'm kinda calling this one out right now). It will be solely for toys and the rest of the house will solely be for...well...house things. Anyway, can't wait!!! Here are some of our photos that are on the lisiting. You can also click on the link and it will take you to our listing! &lt;a href="http://www.navica2.net/displays/?n=262&amp;amp;i=1207478&amp;amp;k=Ko0wJZna"&gt;http://www.navica2.net/displays/?n=262&amp;amp;i=1207478&amp;amp;k=Ko0wJZna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275979022489774386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/STgK97XqaTI/AAAAAAAAADY/Y8mJtKJCnCk/s320/IMG_1043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275979006032010594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/STgK8-D03WI/AAAAAAAAADA/Bj8QnV181vE/s320/IMG_1099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275979009998388482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/STgK9M1e_QI/AAAAAAAAADI/dE11qw0TLJw/s320/IMG_1084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275979015780168242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/STgK9iX98jI/AAAAAAAAADQ/a7jiztNS3Ow/s320/IMG_1078.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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/1315179339347355054-2631903477599699007?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/2631903477599699007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=2631903477599699007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/2631903477599699007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/2631903477599699007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-house-is-finally-ready-for-market.html' title='Our House is Finally Ready for the Market...'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/STgK8rBUjgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/lL_akK8TBeU/s72-c/IMG_1015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-8255117626308318436</id><published>2008-12-01T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:08:04.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Those with Stocking Holders...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/STQ1nUQ5DdI/AAAAAAAAACw/CInvYA5d_Io/s1600-h/csj07ak72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274900013128420818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/STQ1nUQ5DdI/AAAAAAAAACw/CInvYA5d_Io/s320/csj07ak72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(And also first time moms)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you know those adorable little stocking holders with Santas, Snowflakes, Sleds, or Reindeer. Those handy little metal holders to behold your beautiful stocking that tantalizes you until christmas day. You know those 10 pound holders that I didn't realize that at any moment they can become quit the weapon when a 2 year old pulls on his cute train stocking desperately wanting to see if anything is inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well our Saturday morning involved London pulling on his stocking that was hung by a stocking holder, a snowflake one indeed, with lovely sharp corners not only on its base but the snowflake itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had these up last year and not a problem arose. But we also didn't have a mischevious toddler running around either (kinda forgot that when decorating this year). I think once past that 1st year you don't think as much about the adult-proof-plastic door handle covers or the impossible-to-pull-out to even vaccum outlet covers or I guess it could have been my sheer excitement to decorate...remember my last blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho... I'm standing at the doorway to our guest bath which is also directing adjacent to our dining room where our antique china cabinet sits with our three cute stockings hanging proudly. Within 30 seconds, London has made his way over to the tree next to the china cabinet and stockings to admire the Santa's in different vehicle ornaments and I think "Oh he is so into those ornaments, he better not touch" and within another few brief moments my child and running towards me with blood everywhere. Its all over his face including in his eyes and mouth, both hands, pajamas, and dripping on the carpet. All I could say was "Jesus and Nathan". I've always thought I was really good in those kind of situations but I tell you it is totally different when its your own child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;London had decided to try to get his stocking down. Well the hangers are heavy enough to hold stockings with a few presents but not a toddler pulling on it. The holder managed to fall about 4 feet till it plunged into Londons forehead creating quite the gash and blood loss. We ended up haivng to go to the ER to have it looked at. They ended up using a glue to glue the gash together and within an hour we were on our way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for those with small children and stocking stuffers or maybe just don't think about stuff like this, watch out for those tricky little stocking holders!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1315179339347355054-8255117626308318436?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/8255117626308318436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=8255117626308318436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/8255117626308318436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/8255117626308318436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-those-with-stocking-holders.html' title='For Those with Stocking Holders...'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/STQ1nUQ5DdI/AAAAAAAAACw/CInvYA5d_Io/s72-c/csj07ak72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-5887609538560088</id><published>2008-11-21T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:50:34.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how I love the Holidays!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay so its my favorite time of year. I can't even describe the sheer excitement I feel when it gets this close to the holidays. It's like my insides are going to explode (probably not the best visual) but that how much I love the Holidays. My plan is to have our christmas trees and decorations up this weekend (Londons little tree was put up and decorated just last night)! Christmas music had already been resounding in our house for weeks (love Faith Hills new christmas CD) and my Home For the Holidays Candle has been lit for a month! I also plan to have all my christmas shopping done by 5pm on black friday with presents wrapped the end of next weekend and then start the christmas cookies (I'll make sure you guys are on the receiving end of those). Our Turkey Potluck is December 13th (anyone reading this is more than welcome to come). The Holidays just makes me want to have a lot of people in my house and lots of babies for some reason. Who knows. Anyway just had to share some of my excitement for the holidays and some pictures of last christmas! London was just a year old. It's hard to believe hes turning two! Guess I'll have to get started on those babies... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SSbYUMG54OI/AAAAAAAAACo/332mhClMi8M/s1600-h/2276116666_9262d0e0b6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271138255242911970" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SSbYUMG54OI/AAAAAAAAACo/332mhClMi8M/s320/2276116666_9262d0e0b6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SSbYQPkFtWI/AAAAAAAAACg/i4fsVjjp3Kg/s1600-h/2276115616_a9ce022fae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271138187451151714" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SSbYQPkFtWI/AAAAAAAAACg/i4fsVjjp3Kg/s320/2276115616_a9ce022fae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SSbYB8soJWI/AAAAAAAAACI/RlRbMa-iLuI/s1600-h/2275322847_d6207b04b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271137941868520802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SSbYB8soJWI/AAAAAAAAACI/RlRbMa-iLuI/s320/2275322847_d6207b04b1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SSbYGSLaQDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/s-TJI2H2O-w/s1600-h/2275321965_8a6f608c02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271138016354254898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SSbYGSLaQDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/s-TJI2H2O-w/s320/2275321965_8a6f608c02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SSbYKx5fPwI/AAAAAAAAACY/lWeL7-LYRXc/s1600-h/2275321855_976604f452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271138093588496130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SSbYKx5fPwI/AAAAAAAAACY/lWeL7-LYRXc/s320/2275321855_976604f452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1315179339347355054-5887609538560088?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/5887609538560088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=5887609538560088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/5887609538560088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/5887609538560088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-how-i-love-holidays.html' title='Oh how I love the Holidays!!!'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SSbYUMG54OI/AAAAAAAAACo/332mhClMi8M/s72-c/2276116666_9262d0e0b6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-4970300520505276095</id><published>2008-11-11T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T05:40:21.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Favor Goes On...</title><content type='html'>All I can say is Thank You at this point of Gods favor "reining" down on me.  If you read one of my prior posts "The peace after the storm" you'll get this one.  When God whispered to me at the alter "I've got this", I really didn't know how or what but there was a breaking when that was spoken and He's definitely got it.  I had a friend having some issues in her marriage and they have seeked marriage counseling and are continuing to work things out and it seems they are doing good.  Another friend who is going thru turmoil and choosing a new path but yet it seems that person is still confident in what they're choosing.  My mom who is at this point not really even able to work has seen Gods favor too in that church people and her work peers are stepping up to help out by meals or decorating her house for christmas.  All of these I had taken on personally and felt somehow that I was supposed to fix them.  God is good and He is fixing them.  I have also come to another really hard pill in my life to swallow.  My mom needs a liver transplant and I am a match.  I have decided after much prayer and consideration to not be a donor.  There has not yet been a "settling" for me to say yes.  It is a complicated surgery which could have life long complications.  At this point scientifically they don't know the longterm complications for the live donor.  I feel I am young and want more children and most importantly, be here for the family I have.  God's favor is still coming I can feel it in my "knower".  I feel like right now Gods favor is raining on us gently but definitely raining.  If it rained too hard we would flood.  Just like when it rains and the ground is dry and hard at first the water just sits on top of the soil.  But once it goes thru that soaking phase the water will then soak in because the soil is soft.  God is softening us.  We were dry and hard and God is softening and quinching our thirst before the pouring rains happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1315179339347355054-4970300520505276095?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/4970300520505276095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=4970300520505276095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/4970300520505276095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/4970300520505276095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2008/11/favor-goes-on.html' title='The Favor Goes On...'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-5856039154743450873</id><published>2008-11-04T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:39:40.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About the dust...</title><content type='html'>FYI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some research regarding the dust in my house and our skin cells sheding at an enormous rate...well here it is...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happens to old cells?&lt;br /&gt;Just like us, cells grow old and die. When old cells die, new ones replace them. For example, a blood cell in our body lives for about 120 days. Another example is our skin cells. We shed our skin cells about every 35 days. Don't worry, we do not shed all our skin cells at the same time like snakes do. In human beings, only the skin cells that are old are shed, others are not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="skin"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a amazing fact for you, if your skin cells are replaced every 35 days, by the time you are 20 years old you would have replaced your skin cells roughly about 200 times. (found at http://askabiologist.asu.edu)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1315179339347355054-5856039154743450873?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/5856039154743450873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=5856039154743450873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/5856039154743450873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/5856039154743450873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2008/11/about-dust.html' title='About the dust...'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-6018529502799972131</id><published>2008-11-04T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:09:04.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew there could be so much crap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SRCqLZdO3rI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DupAziLRz8M/s1600-h/austin-cathedral-of-junk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264895077184888498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SRCqLZdO3rI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DupAziLRz8M/s320/austin-cathedral-of-junk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we are going to put our house on the market (come on favor of God)! A little nervous but excited and who knew you could accumulate so much crap in so little time. We decided to rent a storage space to box up some of the stuff we won't need for the next few months so I have been going room to room working on this. I generally see myself as the neat freak and maybe even a bit on the OCD side of living a clutter free life. All I can say is whatever. That image has been blown to h-e-double hockey sticks. From old magazines, dusty books, nasty towels to paper clips in places that don't even have paper to fulfill their destiny. The dust is incredible. Really we shed skin cells at an enormous rate. My closet was the worst black hole ever. I took about 6 bags to the goodwill (if any of it was great stuff I would have totally let you guys have first dibs). Most was faded shirts, dated purses, worn out shoes, etc. Anyway, I am now feeling like my house can breathe. aaaahhhhh! It's a great feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now for metaphor time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also realized that spiritually I might be living this way. Thinking that I'm living this OCD, clutter free spiritual life when really there's some dust and cob webs that need to get cleaned out by Jesus so that our spiritual life can breathe. aaaahhhh! We gotta clean the filth to get to the core of our problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, cheers to cleaning out your closets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264896672549903442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SRCroQp5HFI/AAAAAAAAACA/1H1F1AGR4wM/s320/its-organized-basic.jpg" border="0" /&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/1315179339347355054-6018529502799972131?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/6018529502799972131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=6018529502799972131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/6018529502799972131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/6018529502799972131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-knew-there-could-be-so-much-crap.html' title='Who knew there could be so much crap...'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SRCqLZdO3rI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DupAziLRz8M/s72-c/austin-cathedral-of-junk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-6973662473502490748</id><published>2008-10-22T11:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:00:37.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Park...Train...Ride...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SP92AxGC4JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RHxpcFvusSA/s1600-h/Nathan,+Sara,+%26+London.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260052645342797970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="305" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SP92AxGC4JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RHxpcFvusSA/s320/Nathan,+Sara,+%26+London.JPG" width="239" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We decided to go to the Staunton Park last Saturday and met up with Sam, Kelly, &amp;amp; Noah (my latest nephew) and Nathan's parents. I actually try to take London to the park every weekend. 1. Where else in the area does a two year olds fantasy of riding a train come true. 2. You get to feed the really noisy ducks and huge fish. 3. There are several locations of playsets. 4. On this one particular day there happened to be a back-hoe (Londons terms...Tractor) and lots of leaves on the ground (sometimes it the smallest things in life that can keep a toddler happy, seriously). 5. Hello, an hour of sanity and peace, priceless. So, I posted some pics. He really liked all the leaves on the ground and for a minute I think I even turned into a 5 year old again. Piling them up, kicking them around, and throwing them in the air to watch them peacefully float back down to the ground. Enjoy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SP92QBP87gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5tKoIdUuP2M/s1600-h/Sam,+Kelly,+Noah,+%26+Juno.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260052907377356290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SP92QBP87gI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5tKoIdUuP2M/s320/Sam,+Kelly,+Noah,+%26+Juno.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam, Kelly, Noah, and Juno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SP92lWAKnBI/AAAAAAAAABE/9j-vue-R_AI/s1600-h/London+with+leaves.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260053273725541394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SP92lWAKnBI/AAAAAAAAABE/9j-vue-R_AI/s320/London+with+leaves.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SP92yPnKq8I/AAAAAAAAABM/FqnEyHj279I/s1600-h/London+with+leaves+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260053495348374466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SP92yPnKq8I/AAAAAAAAABM/FqnEyHj279I/s320/London+with+leaves+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;London in the Leaves!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260054642314361698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SP931AZKu2I/AAAAAAAAABU/Vv65MvGJF6E/s320/London+with+the+tractor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                     London with the back-hoe "Tractor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1315179339347355054-6973662473502490748?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/6973662473502490748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=6973662473502490748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/6973662473502490748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/6973662473502490748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2008/10/parktrainride.html' title='Park...Train...Ride...'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SP92AxGC4JI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RHxpcFvusSA/s72-c/Nathan,+Sara,+%26+London.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-5188030243366598245</id><published>2008-10-13T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:06:44.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny little boy...&lt;br /&gt;So London has over the past month become quite interested in the potty thing and the fact that he has a pee-pee.  For instance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  When wanting to sit for a mear 2 seconds on his potty you to must sit on the adult potty facing him and hold his hand (yes, we're clothed and not using the potty ourselves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  When changing diaper we must point to the diaper and say the following&lt;br /&gt;        London: DYE-PURR&lt;br /&gt;        Sara: Diaper&lt;br /&gt;        Laughing&lt;br /&gt;        London: DYE-PURR&lt;br /&gt;        Sara: Diaper&lt;br /&gt;And this can go on for minutes (does not help us to get out of the house on time in the mornings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  He now knows where the pee-pees on animals our in our books so when reading bedtime stories he points out and says where the pee-pees are.  No, this is funny but when it's a touch and feel book he wants to take my finger and touch the pee-pees along with whatever is touch and feel on the page (kinda crosses the line for me a little) but hysterical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  He knows when he's pooping and after he's pooped but still can't seem to figure out to tell me before hand.  He just likes to come up to me patting his butt saying "Poop"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Okay, so I think its still okay to change in front of a two year old, right?  The problem when changing in front of him is that he will randomly come up to me and point at my butt crack and say "Butt".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I hope its only a quick fetish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1315179339347355054-5188030243366598245?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/5188030243366598245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=5188030243366598245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/5188030243366598245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/5188030243366598245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2008/10/funny-little-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-2903134255913129019</id><published>2008-10-13T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:50:19.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The peace after the storm...</title><content type='html'>I was just listening to the song by Bethany Dillon "Hallelujah". God is awesome and through all the chaos and change of a new job, working full time, London in a new daycare and also adjusting to being there full time I have truly been able to say "HALLELUJAH". I still have great peace that I am where I am suppossed to be. The other Sunday we had a guest speaker at our church Graham Cooke and he spoke a prophesy of favor. I've listened in my life to many prophesies or blessings over me or the congregation in general. I'm always the one thats thinking "Lord, I need to hear your voice loud and clear, please let them say my name and have a word for me." It's never happened and I always walk away dissapointed. This time though I know he didn't say my name but I have never heard the words from someones mouth so clear before. We were even sitting near the back of the church and normally my attention span is so short that the slightest twitch from anyone distracts me from the service. This time though it was like I had noise cancelling head phones on where if there had been a cricket chirping I still wouldn't of heard it but Graham's voice was coming through a megaphone two inches from my face. For the first time I KNEW that his words were for me. Yes, he was saying them to the whole congregation and sure they were for everybody but they were for ME! I could hardly keep from crying the whole time he spoke and had to just close my eyes most of the time because they were litterally piercing my soul so feircely that it had a slight tinge of hurt. Like the old (the lack of faith to comprehend what He fully has for me and feelings of inadequacy to actually recieve it) was being cut out and restored by peace, love, vision, and only a small bit of the favor I would then continue to recieve over the next few weeks and am continuing to recieve. Getting all of this thru the sermon allowed me to then completely lay the burdens that I had been carrying for some of my friends and family that I love so intensely I couldn't bear then any longer. I felt God say "I've got this". Which I believe allowed some doors to open that I myself had been keeping shut by ways of control, fear, and uncertainty. I truly recieved God's imparting of FAVOR on my life! It has been an almost heavenly experience the last month. It has also been exhausting in a way trying to keep up with it all :) I did start a new job a week ago and London started a new daycare. Both seem to be transitioning smoothly! So "HALLELUJAH". God is awesome and very much in control! I believe that the flood gates ARE opened this new season!! Lets take it in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1315179339347355054-2903134255913129019?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/2903134255913129019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=2903134255913129019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/2903134255913129019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/2903134255913129019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2008/10/peace-after-storm.html' title='The peace after the storm...'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-6718367670895877120</id><published>2008-08-11T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T08:55:14.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes of faith...</title><content type='html'>The other night I was staightening and cleaning out my closet and decided to organize my shoes.  For most of you that don't know I have a shoe and purse fetish...probably over 60 shoes and who knows how many purses (bless my husband for letting me have 80% of the closet space).  Everytime I buy a new pair of shoes, Nathan always says "How many shoes do you need?".  Honestly I can't answer that.  It's such a nice feeling when you find the perfect shoes for that top in your closet you haven't worn yet because you didn't have the exact pair of shoes!  Well, I think I've found the reason why I buy so many shoes (not very conventional or spiritual but sounded good) (would also be a great name for a womens retreat).  With my new outlook from my last blog, I am walking in faith that God's plan is not finished in my life.  Therefore every morning I wake up and put on my perfect pair of shoes for my outfit, I am putting on my shoes of faith for the day that I will walk with faith and walk out God's plan for me for that day.  As far as a great retreat name it would be called the "Shoes of Faith Conference".  Everyone would get a cute minature shoe as their take home reminder!  So may you all have "SHOES OF FAITH" today that whatever your situation or heartache, you will have shoes of faith to walk you thru it!!!  Leaning on the scripture "For I know the plans I have for you, " declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future" Jeremiah 29:11.  AMEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1315179339347355054-6718367670895877120?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/6718367670895877120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=6718367670895877120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/6718367670895877120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/6718367670895877120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2008/08/shoes-of-faith.html' title='Shoes of faith...'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-5227083268872779736</id><published>2008-08-06T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:26:39.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Quiet....</title><content type='html'>I had dinner with a great friend last night (thanks Sarah B.)!  We came to the conclusion that it is the obstacles, storms, and battles in life that prepare us for our destiny and calling in Christ!  It really gave me a new peace and understanding!  I also was listening to the radio on the way home yesterday and a song came on that said "&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sometimes He quiets the storm and other times He quiets the child&lt;/span&gt;".  How prophetic is that!  We all want our storms quieted but sometimes we're to be quiet and hold on to Him till the storm is over.  He is faithful and I can feel a new season coming!  Hallelujah!  I love a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wardrobe&lt;/span&gt; therefore love a new season in my life.  Out with the old and in with the new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1315179339347355054-5227083268872779736?l=saraking08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/feeds/5227083268872779736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1315179339347355054&amp;postID=5227083268872779736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/5227083268872779736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1315179339347355054/posts/default/5227083268872779736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saraking08.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-quiet.html' title='Being Quiet....'/><author><name>Life as a King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09284054272103719095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELaseudlrjU/SnCQu9aCpPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/71fvojOylZc/S220/2868573706_180f5a9c1e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1315179339347355054.post-5428962719451753656</id><published>2008-08-04T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T08:29:38.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Initial Glimpse</title><content type='html'>August 4, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at this point I am having faith that God’s infinite plan for my life is not yet complete.  I have felt over the past years that I have been walking as a Godly woman and still do not doubt that today.  The voice of God has been small the past few years probably on the fault of my own self doubt and uncertainty in what our calling in life is.  We’ve been youth pastors and I have served on the worship team but I still feel like I’m waiting for a shout or sign as to what our call is in the church.  Is it small group leaders, mediators, etc.?  I have always thought that my life would be the small pebble that caused a hundred ripples.  I guess I thought at this age I would know and would be fulfilling my destiny that Christ has called me to live out.  I have in my lifetime dealt with divorce, verbal abuse, being a grownup while still a child, accused of an inappropriate relationship and for some reason the black sheep of my family.  I do not fit into the cookie cutter way that I think some people think I should fit into.  I speak my mind, I show my emotions, I guard my heart, I like to be fashionable and trendy, I like feeling put together and with it, I love my friends, I love to be the center of attention and the leader in situations, I love anything girly and pink, I would watch Legally Blonde everyday, I would get a boob job and another nose job if I felt I wouldn’t be looked at so differently, I love my family.  My husband is incredible – loving, constantly forgiving, a beautiful soul who will have a great reward in heaven, my breath, my constant, truly my better half.  My London – a bubbly spirit which cannot be broken, comedian, center of attention, charmer of my soul, my caffeine, pure and good at heart, his faith will speak to thousands, determined in all ways.  I have always held on the highest podium my loyalty in everything.  My life, my family, my job…I think my parents own lack of commitment has made me overly committed, probably not always to my benefit.  When people question this it truly shoots me in the core.  I have built my relationships on this virtue and place it up there on the list with my religion, my family, etc.  It is what I base my morals and values on.  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