<?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-568719764150743301</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:25:19.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of someone we all know</title><subtitle type='html'>This is about a girl that is either you or you know them. They are all around us. Feel free to use these bible verses when ever you need to. Or if you have any questions email them to me at Adveturesbymtalk@gmail.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mtalk247</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519360323645683852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R6ZmjVZ-LdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BgwsKtHtK_M/S220/Mikey%27s+camcorder+pics+014.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568719764150743301.post-7369510656221783840</id><published>2008-05-13T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:05:30.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Pack of Reese's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/SCtJyisO5OI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GEqD3wuedqI/s1600-h/reese3pk0505_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200331327383987426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/SCtJyisO5OI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GEqD3wuedqI/s320/reese3pk0505_t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This girl absolutely LOVED Reese's!!! She thought that the person who invented them was absolutely GENIUS!! One day she asked her brother to bring back some for her from the store. He brought home a 3-pack. She had never seen it before, but she thought immediately of Christianity and what that would mean! She thought of what they could represent, then it came to her!! The three Reese's represented the father, the sin, and the holy spirit! If you excepted them in to your life they would live inside you right!! Well if you ate the Reese's then they would live inside you!! If you read the bible you know God's word and what you have accepted. If you read the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;label&lt;/span&gt; on the package then you know what you are putting inside you!!! She thought it was an awesome thing!!! She thought it was funny too!!!&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/568719764150743301-7369510656221783840?l=adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7369510656221783840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568719764150743301&amp;postID=7369510656221783840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/7369510656221783840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/7369510656221783840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-pack-of-reeses.html' title='3 Pack of Reese&apos;s'/><author><name>Mtalk247</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519360323645683852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R6ZmjVZ-LdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BgwsKtHtK_M/S220/Mikey%27s+camcorder+pics+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/SCtJyisO5OI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GEqD3wuedqI/s72-c/reese3pk0505_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568719764150743301.post-4730315680933820313</id><published>2008-04-28T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:05:30.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The love of a mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Through the storm, lighting flashes thunder crashes! Tears role down my face as my mama grasps me in her arms. Holding on tight. Determined not to lossen her grip on my life. The love only a mother can give. The love to hold, hug, smile and pull through when needed most.To hold close, to let go, to help, to stand beside you through highs and lows. To be the eyes when you can't see. To be the smile that smiles at me. To be the arms open wide. To always stand by your side. To be the rock thats strong for you. To love and to care through and through. To be the one standing for you. When no one's around to hear your cry, mama comes running. When the light goes out and your lost in the dark, mama knows where you are. When all you find are lies, mama's got the truth to say. When your lost and confused, mama always knows the way. How you do it I don't know, but mama please never let go, I want you here, I love you so. Mama please never let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Here's another one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You've seen me in the best and the worst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You've seen me at the top and the bottom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You've seen me.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/SBZbkejccWI/AAAAAAAAADc/2EqZUepO4Fk/s1600-h/2+of+a+kind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194439902453592418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="174" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/SBZbkejccWI/AAAAAAAAADc/2EqZUepO4Fk/s320/2+of+a+kind.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You've helped me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You've loved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Through thick and thin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You've seen me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you've cared about me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you've loved me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Everytime I fall, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You're there to help me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Everytime I cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you cheer me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You've seen me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you've prayed for me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you've loved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When I followed the crowd, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You pulled me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When I strayed off the path, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you showed me the map. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You've seen me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you've shown me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;you've loved me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When darkness falls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You had the light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When no one else was around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You were there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When I was confused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You found me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When I was tramppled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You let me lean on your shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You've seen me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You've found me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You've loved me and I love you the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hey Guys, This is just another two of the girls poems about her mama andee!&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/568719764150743301-4730315680933820313?l=adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4730315680933820313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568719764150743301&amp;postID=4730315680933820313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/4730315680933820313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/4730315680933820313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-of-mother.html' title='The love of a mother'/><author><name>Mtalk247</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519360323645683852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R6ZmjVZ-LdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BgwsKtHtK_M/S220/Mikey%27s+camcorder+pics+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/SBZbkejccWI/AAAAAAAAADc/2EqZUepO4Fk/s72-c/2+of+a+kind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568719764150743301.post-2263589992010784575</id><published>2008-04-12T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:05:30.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Mama Andee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/SAEFaU3DWWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oH1iLJfWsHM/s1600-h/love+mama+andee+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188434195541875042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/SAEFaU3DWWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oH1iLJfWsHM/s400/love+mama+andee+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This girl had someone, someone special. Like a second mom, wait second not LIKE a second mom, this girl was a second mom to her and her name was andee. Mama andee! Andee was the one to run to. The one that would help you through. When you needed a hug her arms were open!!! When you just need someone to say hi. Andee was the one that would!! Andee said that she had adopted this girl and 3 of her friends as her daughters! This girl loved that idea. She had honeslty never had someone like that besides her mom! Andee had also given all for of her adopted daughters a journal hand decorated by her. This was to write letters in to andee and give them to her to read and reply to. This girl loved hers it had felt flowers coming out of a paper flower pot and had 3-d bubble letters spelling her name!! Andee had all ready written the first entry in it before giveing it to her. When this girl read it she almost cried. She loved it so much. She felt to loved and like she was important to someone, not like she was worthless!! To her this was a good feeling!!!! BUT This girls most favorite part was the ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love mama andee!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/SAEJl03DWXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DSBt4dLgnJo/s1600-h/love+mama+andee+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188438791156881778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="239" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/SAEJl03DWXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DSBt4dLgnJo/s400/love+mama+andee+024.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/568719764150743301-2263589992010784575?l=adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2263589992010784575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568719764150743301&amp;postID=2263589992010784575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/2263589992010784575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/2263589992010784575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-mama-andee.html' title='Love Mama Andee'/><author><name>Mtalk247</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519360323645683852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R6ZmjVZ-LdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BgwsKtHtK_M/S220/Mikey%27s+camcorder+pics+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/SAEFaU3DWWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oH1iLJfWsHM/s72-c/love+mama+andee+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568719764150743301.post-1090918661308592759</id><published>2008-03-27T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:05:31.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Road Trip!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/SAD8fE3DWTI/AAAAAAAAACc/HlTOv-OtWSk/s1600-h/Spring+Break+2008+Day+2+At+Colonial+Williamsburg+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188424381541603634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/SAD8fE3DWTI/AAAAAAAAACc/HlTOv-OtWSk/s400/Spring+Break+2008+Day+2+At+Colonial+Williamsburg+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This girl's dad was in the navy and he had been deployed for about 6 weeks when spring break came up. Her mom decided to drive out to the place where he was stationed for the time being! She had to drive in a car for 9 hours the first day and 5 hours the next with neck problems!! When she got to see her dad it was all worth it, because she knew that if she didn't go she wouldn't have been able to see him for 9 months!!!! When she got there her dad had gotten off of work and all of them were tired so the familey went out to eat and then they went to thier hotel and he went to his. The next day they went to colonial willamsburg and went to see everything they could in the few hours they had! It was a lot of fun for the family! The next day they went to Busch Gardens(a popular theme park in the area)! They hd so much fun. The day after that they went to yorktown! Then they had to leave their dad and go up to mount vernon the home of our countrys first president! For the final part of the trip they went to washington D.C.!! The familey had so much fun and ot was so beautiful!!&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/568719764150743301-1090918661308592759?l=adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1090918661308592759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568719764150743301&amp;postID=1090918661308592759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/1090918661308592759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/1090918661308592759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break-road-trip.html' title='Spring Break Road Trip!!'/><author><name>Mtalk247</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519360323645683852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R6ZmjVZ-LdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BgwsKtHtK_M/S220/Mikey%27s+camcorder+pics+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/SAD8fE3DWTI/AAAAAAAAACc/HlTOv-OtWSk/s72-c/Spring+Break+2008+Day+2+At+Colonial+Williamsburg+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568719764150743301.post-2039164216314785581</id><published>2008-03-13T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:05:31.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountains and Valleys</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177282201058211314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="168" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R9lmu0AG9fI/AAAAAAAAACM/5xG5Lfc_IKo/s400/Mountains+and+valleys.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After D-now this girl was talking to her mom about it and she couldn't understand why God would put her through so much struggle when she knew he loved her and hated to see anyone of his children hurt! While she was talking to her mom about this and her mom used a metaphor she called mountains and valleys! In this her mom said going to D-now was like being on a mountain top! She was close to God, but she wasn't being tested so to speak, it's coming down in the valleys and putting everything into practice that is the tough part! In other words the mountain is where you want to be, or the good place, and the valleys are the problem sections of your life, the struggles!!! This made it so clear, she finally understood that God put her through those valleys to make her faith and relationship with him stronger!!! He loved her so much that he wanted her to be closer to him! She was so happy she wrote a poem!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Live on a mountain no growth begins. God sends us through valleys to become strong and uses us as tools for the eyes that see us fall and jump back up after a prayer for help! Back on the peak we grow weak and brittle, but we all fall at some point. It all depends on how we return to the peak after the valley!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She was so glad! She e-mailed her youth pastor! She wanted to tell everyone!! She understood!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568719764150743301-2039164216314785581?l=adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2039164216314785581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568719764150743301&amp;postID=2039164216314785581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/2039164216314785581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/2039164216314785581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/2008/03/mountains-and-valleys.html' title='Mountains and Valleys'/><author><name>Mtalk247</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519360323645683852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R6ZmjVZ-LdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BgwsKtHtK_M/S220/Mikey%27s+camcorder+pics+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R9lmu0AG9fI/AAAAAAAAACM/5xG5Lfc_IKo/s72-c/Mountains+and+valleys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568719764150743301.post-1565707705130424458</id><published>2008-03-12T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:05:31.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176976639904904626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="134" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R9hQ00AG9bI/AAAAAAAAABs/QE8AP3U8tMU/s400/s716456534_1024136_1121.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Again this girl was still involved in church! One Sunday her youth pastor made an announcement about a youth retreat called D-now. She wanted to go so she signed up and payed, but she had no idea what was going to happen at this event. The next weekend she packed up her stuff and headed for the church. She got there signed in and waited until the doors to the youth room opened. They finally did. The youth pastor had brought in a band and a speaker!!! The first night was fun! After the service was over the band did a concert! After the concert her and her group of junior high girls and their group leaders went to their host homes for small group and to spend the night! They got their got settled in started small group and during small group talked about the sermon then came quiet time, were you go and pray alone and answer questions in the packet! During quiet time she found this verse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 120:1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I call on the Lord in my distress, and he answers me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She also found this verse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 8:33&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen to my instruction and be wise; do not ignore it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;These verses really spoke to her! She felt like she really needed to be there. That was not even the most intense part, after the games that night, after the worship the next morning, after the sermon that Saturday mourning, after the worship and sermon that Saturday afternoon, after the worship that night, it was the sermon that night that had completely changed her life FOREVER!! She realized that she wasn't using god in everything she did, she realized that she was headed down the wrong path, she realized that she was straying away from the lord her God! She felt so horrible, but then came the end of the service, the speaker said that the front area would be open for anyone who wanted to come down and pray. She started to cry along with many other people, she was taking all this in finally.  She went up to the front where some her friends were and she just leaned on her friends knee and cried and prayed! Her life had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; changed. After it was all over she was changed for LIFE! She has started reading her bible everyday and has been trying really hard to include God in EVERYTHING she does! She still thinks that God put her in D-now for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt; and loves enough to do so! Changed or life!!!&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/568719764150743301-1565707705130424458?l=adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1565707705130424458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568719764150743301&amp;postID=1565707705130424458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/1565707705130424458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/1565707705130424458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/2008/03/d-now.html' title='D-now!'/><author><name>Mtalk247</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519360323645683852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R6ZmjVZ-LdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BgwsKtHtK_M/S220/Mikey%27s+camcorder+pics+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R9hQ00AG9bI/AAAAAAAAABs/QE8AP3U8tMU/s72-c/s716456534_1024136_1121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568719764150743301.post-4485569094420989604</id><published>2008-03-12T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:05:32.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The true collage experiance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;This girl is in Junior high, but she had a friend that was in collage!!! She and her friend(one that was also in junior high) were going skating with their friend in collage! They had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R9hNZEAG9aI/AAAAAAAAABk/J9cu94hq5GY/s1600-h/apple+juice.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176972864628651426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="170" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R9hNZEAG9aI/AAAAAAAAABk/J9cu94hq5GY/s400/apple+juice.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; so much fun skating!! After skating they went back to the collage dorms for hot chocolate! The girls stayed for hours, but when the time to go back home came that girls didn't want to go home!! Their friend ended up inviting them to spend the night in her dorm because her roommate wasn't there that weekend!! They were so happy!! They jumped while they called their parents to ask if they could spend the night! Their parents said yes! They jumped even more! They got to take a shower in the dorm showers which was a Little uncomfortable, but they lived! than they got &lt;strong&gt;apple juice&lt;/strong&gt; and chips. When they got up to the dorm room after visiting the vending machines they popped in the movie She's the Man!! That one of their favorite movies, but almost everyone feel asleep before the end! It was such a fun experience, but when they woke up the collage girl didn't wake up very well! She was very grumpy!!! The 2 girls just picked on her all day for being late for picking them up for ice skating! They got to go to church and tell everyone about their true collage experience!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/568719764150743301-4485569094420989604?l=adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/feeds/4485569094420989604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568719764150743301&amp;postID=4485569094420989604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/4485569094420989604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/4485569094420989604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/2008/03/true-collage-experiance.html' title='The true collage experiance'/><author><name>Mtalk247</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519360323645683852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R6ZmjVZ-LdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BgwsKtHtK_M/S220/Mikey%27s+camcorder+pics+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R9hNZEAG9aI/AAAAAAAAABk/J9cu94hq5GY/s72-c/apple+juice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568719764150743301.post-2790585838701260614</id><published>2008-03-01T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:05:32.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The night of the puke ice cream!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R9A1Oc0ppiI/AAAAAAAAABU/xPQX5wTd3ig/s1600-h/Choclate+Ice+Cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174694494220166690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" height="166" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R9A1Oc0ppiI/AAAAAAAAABU/xPQX5wTd3ig/s320/Choclate+Ice+Cream.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Puke Ice cream sounds gross right!!! I know! This girl also had a sister. She was also in a play with her sister at her school. One Friday she had to preform this play fro all the parents and unfortunately her youth pastor. Her youth pastor (Ted just so there is no confusion) decided to take pictures of her with his IPHONE!! She wasn't happy about this. She thought that he knew how embarrassed she was that she even had to preform it (in a POODLE SKIRT), but that he actually took pictures just added fuel to the fire!! In other words she was mad!!! But this however is not the most important part of the story, it was after the play that all the fun started!! She had three friends that came to see the play! Two of those friends were going to spend the night. The girls mom dropped off the girl that wasn't staying the night, but then the really fun began! The girls played extreme truth or dare with a truth or dare circle and everything!!! This girl also had brothers so one of the four girls stayed out with the boys. The other girls continued to play for a few rounds until.... The mayonnaise dare!! This girl had to go int the kitchen and eat mayonnaise for her dare!! The other girl came with her and they left her sister in the circle. They sat in the kitchen and just talked and talked and talked and talked, until the other friend that was staying the night came in then all three of the girls sat there in the kitchen and talked and talked and talked!! They had so much fun! Before the truth or dare this girl and one of the friends made an "ice cream sundae" ( or at least what they thought was one!!) It had chocolate ice cream, chocolate syrup, three different types of sprinkles, a green cherry, a red cherry, and graham &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crackers&lt;/span&gt;!! The girls took a lot of pictures, but the puke part came when they mixed it all together it tasted so good, but looked so bad! They both ate them all!! They had a lot of friendship, spying, sneakiness, scariness, talking, and all together FUN that night!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/568719764150743301-2790585838701260614?l=adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/feeds/2790585838701260614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568719764150743301&amp;postID=2790585838701260614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/2790585838701260614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/2790585838701260614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/2008/03/night-of-puke-ice-cream.html' title='The night of the puke ice cream!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mtalk247</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519360323645683852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R6ZmjVZ-LdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BgwsKtHtK_M/S220/Mikey%27s+camcorder+pics+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R9A1Oc0ppiI/AAAAAAAAABU/xPQX5wTd3ig/s72-c/Choclate+Ice+Cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568719764150743301.post-7949914019158158601</id><published>2008-02-26T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:05:32.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Constant battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R8hOGTf3qiI/AAAAAAAAABM/SPwob4Fl7D0/s1600-h/Light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172470042255141410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="114" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R8hOGTf3qiI/AAAAAAAAABM/SPwob4Fl7D0/s320/Light.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Again this girl was very involved in church and she had a wonderful youth pastor Named Ted!!! He totally rocked!!! On Sunday after the youth group had remodeled the youth room, he did a candle light service. During this sermon he talked about the constant battle for our hearts. The constant battle that God had to fight for our hearts, and the fact that we were the ones keeping him from winning it over completely!!! This really touched this girl. She knew that there was a huge battle going on in her heart! There were many things that God had to fight through to get to her heart, such as Friends among many other things. She really wanted the light in her life. She wanted God to take over completely, But those things still stood on the way. When she went to school, she was striving for these girls (ones motioned in earlier posts) to like her and accept her as she is, not as they want her to be, She wanted people to be nice. She was pretty much tired of school and that got in the way of the battle. When she heard Ted teaching about this she knew that she was supposed to be there hearing that. She felt so bad that God even had to be in a constant battle for her life, her heart. She was thinking about this from then on and tried to help the battle on Gods side of her heart. She knew that since she wasn't perfect (for only God was) he would never get her whole heart. She determined to try. Try as hard as she could.&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/568719764150743301-7949914019158158601?l=adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/feeds/7949914019158158601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568719764150743301&amp;postID=7949914019158158601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/7949914019158158601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/7949914019158158601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/2008/02/constant-battle.html' title='The Constant battle'/><author><name>Mtalk247</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519360323645683852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R6ZmjVZ-LdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BgwsKtHtK_M/S220/Mikey%27s+camcorder+pics+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R8hOGTf3qiI/AAAAAAAAABM/SPwob4Fl7D0/s72-c/Light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568719764150743301.post-1830470102492975655</id><published>2008-02-05T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:05:32.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friend She Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R6j-bFZ-LhI/AAAAAAAAABE/CNq0nUuRYc4/s1600-h/Friends+hugging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163656714041306642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R6j-bFZ-LhI/AAAAAAAAABE/CNq0nUuRYc4/s320/Friends+hugging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;This girl was very involved in church you see, and she was looking for someone to turn to for help for her problem. She went to this church program called SuperStart!! She loved it, but thats not the only thing she loved. She loved finding the someone she was looking for.... she was one of the leaders there helping out, but she did more then just watch over the kids and lead a small group, she did much more then that. She meet this girl and she talked to her. The girl was so happy. Later that night (since almost everyone was sleeping at the church) none of the girls had gone to sleep. So she started a game of ask-it-basket. The girl put two questions in the basket. One was about Joinor High Friends (this is one of the things that the girl and her were talking about earlier) and about how to know if she was being treated right by them. When she answered the question she said just to find someone that you can go to for help to ask if your friends are treating you right. Well she didn't have a friend to go to to ask those questions. The second one was about how she wasn't feeling good about herself, like how she thought she wasn't pretty and stuff. This question answered as well, you see during SuperStart this was the topic about being gods children and being created perfectly, infact there was this bible verse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1 John 3:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;How great is the love the Father has Lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! &lt;u&gt;AND THAT IS WHO WE ARE!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So this is what she talked about when answering the question. This helped a little, but she still felt sort of ugly. So this is the wonderful friend she found. She is talking to her and planning on hanging out with her soon. This was very helpful to the girl, just to find someone that loved and was willing to help her that she felt comfortable talking to. (besides her mom)&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/568719764150743301-1830470102492975655?l=adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/feeds/1830470102492975655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568719764150743301&amp;postID=1830470102492975655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/1830470102492975655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/1830470102492975655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/2008/02/friend-she-found.html' title='The Friend She Found'/><author><name>Mtalk247</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519360323645683852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R6ZmjVZ-LdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BgwsKtHtK_M/S220/Mikey%27s+camcorder+pics+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R6j-bFZ-LhI/AAAAAAAAABE/CNq0nUuRYc4/s72-c/Friends+hugging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-568719764150743301.post-949205205223242835</id><published>2008-02-03T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:05:33.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day that was THE DAY this happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R9A24c0ppjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ov9BBZi6kCw/s1600-h/Book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174696315286300210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" height="133" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R9A24c0ppjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ov9BBZi6kCw/s320/Book.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R6ZlpFZ-LbI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JMIVYqK_EQI/s1600-h/Mikey"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today happened to be the day where this girl went to school beautiful and came home ugly. Or at least she thought she was. You see she had this image of herself as a young woman that was seen as beautiflul by others and felt fine the way she looked and dressed. She was also a christian and a very proud and good christian at that. She belived that she should praise god in any way she could even in the way she dressed. So in this image she created the clothes she was wearing were something that god wouldn't look down on. So anyway as she was at school that image changed. Not her physical image but the image that she had of herself. After this day she saw herself as an Ugly horrible person that would never measure up to anyone. It was basically a no win situation. She also thought that god didnt even want to look at her like she was a creature that was a horrible mistake. She knew it wasnt true but she couldnt help thinking it. She talked to her friends they told her she was just acting stupid and that she was beautiful. She knew they meant it but thats not what came out of her mouth. She said "you guys are just saying that to make me feel better. You know its true!!" She ran to her mom but her mom just said that she was beautiful in gods eyes and it dosent matter what anybody else thinks. She knew her mom was right and it helped her a little, it wasnt just other people that thought that. It was her too. She ran to almost everyone she could. Everytime she talked it helped, she didn't feel so bad. It still wasnt all gone though. People told her that every girl struggles with it at one time or another. Some even gave her bible versues. But there were still those friends that just made everything worse. She had no other friends at school to go to and nobody at church knew what they were like. She felt better but after school she would have to work on it more than if she had someone else to talk to. This girl is still feeling like she is ugly and like no one cares. "WHEN WILL IT EVER STOP!!! "she screams every once in a while but a lot of time she just goes back to this one thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1 Peter 3:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Instead it should be that of your innner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thanks to many of her friends she has bible versuses to refer to at the times when she feels like that. Which is still more often then she would like. She hopes it will end too. Although sometimes the pain dosen't go away for a long time and sometimes not at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/568719764150743301-949205205223242835?l=adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/feeds/949205205223242835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=568719764150743301&amp;postID=949205205223242835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/949205205223242835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/568719764150743301/posts/default/949205205223242835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adventuresbymtalk.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-that-was-day-this-happened.html' title='The day that was THE DAY this happened'/><author><name>Mtalk247</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11519360323645683852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R6ZmjVZ-LdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/BgwsKtHtK_M/S220/Mikey%27s+camcorder+pics+014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1h-yIeqre2Y/R9A24c0ppjI/AAAAAAAAABc/ov9BBZi6kCw/s72-c/Book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
