<?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-427910714581973316</id><updated>2011-07-06T18:33:31.007-04:00</updated><category term='Kev'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Simple Acts'/><category term='Insecurity'/><category term='Lesson'/><category term='Bad DAY'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='Manda'/><category term='God Time'/><category term='First Wednesday'/><category term='Life Change'/><category term='God is Good'/><title type='text'>Tami's Touchstone</title><subtitle type='html'>In the American Heritage Dictionary a touchstone is defined as a test of authenticity or value... this blog is really a test for me.. to see if I can truly be authentic... Will I pass, can I do it? I don't know... but we're gonna find out! So welcome.. watch my journey... stay a while... share your wisdom...  and help keep me authentic!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-6312634261626139644</id><published>2008-03-17T07:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T08:11:02.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God - THE Master CONDUCTOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R95eUOT74rI/AAAAAAAAAtE/up360FodxSA/s1600-h/conductor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178680323054756530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R95eUOT74rI/AAAAAAAAAtE/up360FodxSA/s320/conductor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last few days God has been showing me a painting in pieces. A painting of how big, how strong, how capable, loving, amazing, magnificent and wonderful He is! My recent days have been filled with "AHA" moments. The latest is God as a conductor, the greatest most AWESOME conductor of them all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ... there I am... talking about how amazing this years baptism will be and how cool it will be to volunteer at it THIS year since I was baptized LAST Easter morning on the beach... and this person who I've been doing life with for many months will look at me and say "are you kidding? I was ALSO baptized last Easter morning on the beach!" This exact situation has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; more times than I can count recently. Now how wild is that? That I shared a very special moment with a lot of people last year, who I didn't even know, never even noticed them at the beach taking the SAME step I was taking at the SAME time I was taking it.. and in this year... God brought us together and drawn us close... and now... a year later God is showing us that it "wasn't an accident" (as Pastor Troy says) that we met... we were put there... in that moment... in that place... together... TOTALLY on purpose by God! MAN that is BIG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is AWESOME!!!!!! He isn't just working in our lives on occasion... casually. He is ALWAYS working... diligently so. Planting seeds, creating connections, sewing lives together.... That is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; comforting to me. God is the Master CONDUCTOR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what difficulties or hard times you face in your life... YOU are not ALONE! God is ALWAYS there... ALWAYS working... ALWAYS reaching out to YOU! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-6312634261626139644?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/6312634261626139644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=6312634261626139644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/6312634261626139644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/6312634261626139644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-few-days-god-has-been-showing-me.html' title='God - THE Master CONDUCTOR'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R95eUOT74rI/AAAAAAAAAtE/up360FodxSA/s72-c/conductor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-1327248844205258756</id><published>2008-03-14T07:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T08:15:24.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God Doesn't Carbon Copy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R9psL-T74qI/AAAAAAAAAs8/u2uEqmgaxA0/s1600-h/womansmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177569674576781986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R9psL-T74qI/AAAAAAAAAs8/u2uEqmgaxA0/s320/womansmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in a new small group last night studying the book "Launching a Leadership Revolution." This book has created such a stir at Flamingo. There are so many groups studying it. I must say it is a very good book and I am learning a lot from it even though I am just now heading into chapter 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In chapter 1 there is a list of all these quotes on leadership from different people. I LOVE quotes so this part was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wayyyyy&lt;/span&gt; exciting for me. Our small group leader asked us to get together in groups of 4 and collectively come up with a favorite. Out of the 10 I had 4 that I absolutely LOVED. They spoke to me. No one seemed to have a passive opinion... everyone was passionately moved by one of the quotes. But as I sat there listening to people passionately speak about which quote moved them I was in awe. At first I was scratching my head wondering... how did they get THAT out of that quote? How could they not have been set on FIRE by a quote that stirs my soul? Then I was hit with this thought... And I do mean "hit" it soared in from up above and settled... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KAPOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW&lt;/span&gt; right in my brain and I was opened up to an AWESOME thought. We are all so incredibly... wonderfully different! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay... I'm sure you've noticed that we were all different before. But have you ever REALLY thought about that? Last night as I pondered this... I was totally AMAZED! God gave birth to our entire beings. I picture Him in an artist studio planning each beauty mark, each wonderful crevice in our brains. Think of the planning, the creativity, the artistry, the intense focus that must be necessary for Him to be able to create each and every one of the millions and millions of people that have lived, are living, and will live. It is totally unbelievable that He has been able to create us all without ever creating a duplication of something He did before. He has never ONCE used a carbon copy or some other duplication method. We are ALL different! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is incomprehensible how He has been able to do this. To put in the amount of work, blood, sweat, tears, and passion necessary to do something on this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;enormous&lt;/span&gt; scale???? TOTALLY speaks to me of His LOVE for us! Man.... He doesn't HAVE to expend that kind of energy creating one of a kind originals... but He does... because to Him... we are EACH so special and so loved that He works to get us just right, just perfect as He has envisioned us in His amazing mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realizing this, I feel renewed and filled with a wonderful responsibility. God selected each part of me, each part of YOU. He did it for a specific reason.... every quirk.... every tiny piece of you is put here by GOD, the sum of YOU is here to carry out a purpose, a mission, ONLY YOU can do. So each day I will remind myself of this... and I will work to stay connected to God... tune in to His guidance and He will take me to that purpose day in and day out! AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-1327248844205258756?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/1327248844205258756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=1327248844205258756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/1327248844205258756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/1327248844205258756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2008/03/god-doesnt-carbon-copy.html' title='God Doesn&apos;t Carbon Copy'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R9psL-T74qI/AAAAAAAAAs8/u2uEqmgaxA0/s72-c/womansmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-4353408009640148083</id><published>2008-03-10T07:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T07:09:16.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>500+ Salvations</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was AMAZING at FRC! Well, truly they are all AMAZING but this one was way over the top, extra special, life time memory bank filler upper AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend at Flamingo Road Church Campuses 500 people took the step and accepted Christ as their Savior. The thing that made this moment so special for me when I attended was being able to watch it unfold, watch people with the tears streaming down their face taking the step towards Christ and then being able to celebrate with them. Pastor Troy called for everyone there to stand and celebrate via applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-4353408009640148083?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/4353408009640148083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=4353408009640148083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/4353408009640148083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/4353408009640148083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2008/03/500-salvations.html' title='500+ Salvations'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-8753514598322256955</id><published>2008-02-26T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T08:52:05.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giant or a Pea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R8QXl1epOZI/AAAAAAAAAsw/0MkuCnKdu64/s1600-h/1194204494-octroad1dvdfront.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171284210906380690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R8QXl1epOZI/AAAAAAAAAsw/0MkuCnKdu64/s320/1194204494-octroad1dvdfront.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day I was catching up on one of my favorite TV shows, &lt;em&gt;October Road&lt;/em&gt;. One of the characters said "When we are young we live like Giants... as we grow older we live smaller and smaller until one day we live as though we are as small as a pea." WOW... that is deep. That hit me like a ton of bricks! It's so true... think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we are young we LIVE, we really LIVE. We do what we feel, say what we feel, think what we want. We DREAM BIG dreams. We look at the world with fresh eyes, cynicism is not in our vocabularies. We LIVE like GIANTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as we grow older we begin to change. We become a reflection of the let downs we have experienced. We don't accept things at face value, we begin to limit ourselves, our responses, our actions, our thoughts, our DREAMS, until one day we find ourselves very small... like a pea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask a child you know what they want to do with their life, what they want to be, or make happen. I bet the answer will be so BIG, so GIANT like that you will almost want to tell them to adjust their dream just a little to make it more possible to achieve. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the pea you at work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't HAVE to be peas as adults. We REALLY can still live like a GIANT! I used to be a really small pea. Last year at this time I really had no friends, no goals, no dreams for myself. I was a shell of a person. Now, with each passing day, I become more and more the GIANT I was created to be. What's changed? I am doing life with GOD now. Last Easter, I was baptised. I have since dug in and rooted myself in an AWESOME place, Flamingo Road Church. Now, I have such good friends... quality friends, goals and dreams bigger than the ones I had as a child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God created us to be GIANTS! Not peas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ephesians 2:10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NLT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For we are God's masterpiece. He has created us anew, in Christ Jesus, so that we can do the good things He planned for us long ago."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In your life, are you living like a pea or a GIANT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-8753514598322256955?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/8753514598322256955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=8753514598322256955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/8753514598322256955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/8753514598322256955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2008/02/giant-or-pea.html' title='Giant or a Pea?'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R8QXl1epOZI/AAAAAAAAAsw/0MkuCnKdu64/s72-c/1194204494-octroad1dvdfront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-8329957505861430770</id><published>2008-02-18T07:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T09:09:22.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOPE &amp; a Last Lecture</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_tIyt8oSLVs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_tIyt8oSLVs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the idea of HOPE... so much that it is my daughter's middle name. But there are times I struggle with finding HOPE. Next weekend's service at Flamingo Road Church is going to be about "HOPE" and people battling cancer. I have to tell you... when I heard that in church this weekend I thought but what about those people who have terminal cancer... what about those facing the end of their battle... how do they and the people around them feel hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy Pausch, a professor at Carnegie Mellon, is dying of Pancreatic Cancer... he was given 3 to 6 months to live (he just passed his 6 month mark on 2/15/08). When he was told he only had a short time to live he decided to give his "Last Lecture." It is an incredibly uplifting and moving lecture given by a man who HOPES one day when he is no longer here on earth with us, that his children will watch it and be affected by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a woman I greatly admire battling cancer.... I haven't known her for long... and I wish I had time to know her more deeply... but she and her legacy.. her family... have touched my life to the core... They are walking through this battle with incredible strength and grace. Their faith in God is something you can't miss... it just pours out of them all and though they face a tough time in their lives... if you sit with them... you will see HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited with her recently as she lay in a bed at a hospice facility... the meds and the cancer she is fighting make it very hard for her to really be present. Her husband on one side Kev and I on the other... she fought to open her eyes and connect with us... Then her husband.... said something funny... and that graceful fighter of a woman.... mustered up all the strength she had and she SMILED! Staring terminal cancer directly in the face and fighting with everything she has she took the time and expended the energy to SMILE. Now that's a woman that hasn't lost hope! She knows she will "graduate" and that time very likely is near.... but to me her smile evidenced her hope that in the time she has left she still could touch lives.... and she DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you knew you were dying could you find hope?&lt;br /&gt;What would your Last Lecture be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-8329957505861430770?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/8329957505861430770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=8329957505861430770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/8329957505861430770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/8329957505861430770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2008/02/hope-last-lecture.html' title='HOPE &amp; a Last Lecture'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-4513779607054479077</id><published>2008-02-17T14:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T14:55:51.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Invite to Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R7iRPVepOYI/AAAAAAAAAso/JoFsmLcfrRE/s1600-h/reaching_hand2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168040265057384834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R7iRPVepOYI/AAAAAAAAAso/JoFsmLcfrRE/s320/reaching_hand2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just returned home from an AWESOME morning at FRC! Pastor Troy taught us that God invites us all to dance with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you "dance" with God? To dance with God the Bible tells us we must trust Him with our EVERYTHING! The way to really trust God with your EVERYTHING is to trust Him with your finances. God lays it all out for us in the Bible... He says it is a guage to measure whether or not we are truly "dancing" with HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year my husband and I struggled with whether or not to tithe... we live on one income... and in South Florida that is REALLY hard. Money is ALWAYS tight! We wanted to so badly... but we were so afraid. Then we heard Pastor Troy give a teaching... very similar to the one we heard today. He said EVERY week we get the opportunity to demonstrate to God that we TRULY do trust Him with our everything! That was all it took... sure we were scared out of our minds. But the next time that offering bucket came our way we were SOOOOOO excited to get to show God that we really were ready to trust Him with our everything! In the Bible it says that if you do this God will open up the heavens and pour blessings down upon you. After about a year of tithing faithfully... I can tell you from experience... this is absolutely POSITIVELY true! We haven't regretted our decision for a moment. And God has taken care of us so well this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is standing there with His hand outstretched inviting YOU to dance with Him... Will you accept His invitation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-4513779607054479077?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/4513779607054479077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=4513779607054479077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/4513779607054479077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/4513779607054479077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2008/02/gods-invite-to-dance.html' title='God&apos;s Invite to Dance'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R7iRPVepOYI/AAAAAAAAAso/JoFsmLcfrRE/s72-c/reaching_hand2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-5543944576441671251</id><published>2008-01-25T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T09:34:55.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer for a Lost Hamster</title><content type='html'>This morning I DID NOT want to get out of bed. I caught my daughter's cold and feel pretty rotten. I was still snuggled in bed calling out the morning routine to my, so not a morning person, daughter... you know the drill... "eat breakfast, get dressed, brush your teeth..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I heard it...&lt;br /&gt;JOLT me out of bed, TOTALLY frantic, tear the house apart news.... "Mom, Misty is missing." Misty is my daughter's beloved hamster. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;, not TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;My husband was already at work, so it was up to me and Amanda to find Misty and return her to her hamster palace. Just the 2 of us... or so I thought! The plan was my daughter would look in her room and I would look in mine. She started off... I couldn't focus. I walked in circles, totally overwhelmed. We are still remodeling... hamster hiding spaces EVERYWHERE! I froze... my daughter was screaming and certain that our Labrador Hershey had eaten Misty.... I must admit I was thinking so to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered.... WAIT... PRAY.... Give this to God... ask for His help... HE KNOWS where Misty is! So I clasped my hands together and prayed. Now it wasn't my best... most beautiful prayer... it was scattered.... went something like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God, Please help us find Misty... Show us where she is... let her move and us hear a noise or see a shift in something.... let her come to our voices... help us find her. Amen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very eloquent I know...&lt;br /&gt;But there I was... sitting reflecting on my prayer, waiting to see something or feel a nudge to head in a specific direction. No more than 5 seconds had passed, Amanda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tearily&lt;/span&gt; called out "I found her!" I cried out "Thank YOU God!" and ran to my daughter's room... She was holding Misty and sobbing... said she was looking on one side of her closet and saw Misty trying to climb up a stack of boardgames to get to her. Misty was actually heading towards Amanda, towards the noise, towards items being shoved around! OH MY GOSH! I told her about my prayer and then together.... Misty in hand... we thanked God for His help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving things to God and going to Him FIRST with problems is one of the most difficult battles I fight. Just a few weeks ago, I was in a difficult confusing place and I prayed... but I didn't do it with the heart KNOWING He would answer me... Even though I doubted God... He gave the people around me the words I needed to hear and still guided me to an answer. Through that difficult time He was at work changing me. I could feel it... feel Him opening me up... growing me. Even though I feel so much stronger now in my faith, this morning still took me by surprise... It was pretty surreal... as I prayed it was like I left my body... I was watching myself pray... and saying to myself... WOW... that's different... trouble strikes... within minutes I'm in prayer... pinch me.... cause I must be dreaming here! Praying this morning... I had so much faith that God would answer my prayer... I was SO SURE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, while my body is weak and sick, my soul is SOARING! God not only answered my prayer to find a missing hamster, this morning he showed me he has answered prayers prayed for a long time... prayers for for clarity and stronger faith, to feel closer to Him, for tranquility and peace within myself.... GOD answered all of my prayers.... in HIS time.... and used my daughter's missing hamster to reveal it to me. &lt;strong&gt;How AWESOME is that?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-5543944576441671251?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/5543944576441671251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=5543944576441671251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/5543944576441671251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/5543944576441671251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2008/01/prayer-for-lost-hamster.html' title='A Prayer for a Lost Hamster'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-6537052038030476129</id><published>2008-01-06T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T15:34:14.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ballerina &amp; The Bulldog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R4E53J0mYEI/AAAAAAAAArw/_P5eySa-gAk/s1600-h/16036~Reluctant-Dancer-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152463068380684354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R4E53J0mYEI/AAAAAAAAArw/_P5eySa-gAk/s320/16036~Reluctant-Dancer-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was at my mother’s recently and saw this picture hanging on her wall… a ballerina and a bulldog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say “aw that’s cute mom”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says “I got that because it reminds me of you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh and say “which one… the ballerina or the bulldog?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives me a quirky look and says “the ballerina of course… because you did ballet when you were a little girl.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her it was kinda funny that she selected that picture because of me… the ballerina me… because my husband sometimes calls me a “bulldog.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, on the way home, that picture on my mother’s wall kept nudging at me…. I thought about how funny it was that unbeknownst to her… she had…. In selecting that one picture… nailed 2 distinct parts of who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tami the Ballerina -&lt;/strong&gt; dances through life in her frilly girly way…. Loves all things pink and pretty (like tutus)…. Wants everything to be just so (like the perfectly coifed buns a ballerina twists her hair into)…. Has a need for balance (like when up on her tippy tippy toes dancing)….. Is kinda hard on herself always expecting perfection (like when honing a new dancing skill). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tami the Bulldog -&lt;/strong&gt; bites into something and won’t let go (this is why my hubby calls me a bulldog… I can be a little headstrong and refuse to let go until I‘ve gotten to the end.. Of whatever it is that has my attention at the moment)…. Aggressive (think snarling and drooly)…not always the first picked or most favored of all (like in the pet store when that cute lab puppy gets a home before the bulldog)…. Loyal (like that bulldog puppy fiercely protecting and defending it’s owners)… awkward (a little clumsy, stumbling through and often times falling all over themselves).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A friend of mine is always telling me when stuff like this happens she thinks it is God teaching her something… and so she searches for the lesson… I just couldn’t get the picture out of my head and I didn’t know why… why it felt significant…. why it felt as thought there was something I should have learned from seeing that picture. Like my friend, I began to search for the lesson… tried to let go mentally and fully tune into God and be open to what He was trying to show me… and then this thought popped into my head about how odd it is that I have these 2 drastically different pieces of myself… yet at the same time they each represent who I am deep down at the heart of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized or LEARNED that it’s no accident… ballerina and bulldog… God made me this way for a reason…. in that moment… as I had those thoughts pop into my head so quickly… once I opened myself up to the possibility that God was actually trying to show me something…. It seemed so clear to me that there were things for me to do for God… Tami, the ballerina bulldog mix has work to do for GOD…. And that work can only be accomplished by God and ballerina bulldog mix me! My 2 distinct seemingly contradictory sides were perfectly matched for a purpose by God… I don’t know what that purpose is yet…. Maybe I have already fulfilled some of it…. But I know… God… if I keep listening… will lead me to that purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-6537052038030476129?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/6537052038030476129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=6537052038030476129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/6537052038030476129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/6537052038030476129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2008/01/ballerina-bulldog.html' title='The Ballerina &amp; The Bulldog'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R4E53J0mYEI/AAAAAAAAArw/_P5eySa-gAk/s72-c/16036~Reluctant-Dancer-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-3129885039314615078</id><published>2007-11-30T06:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T07:44:26.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOST 50 pounds! OH MY!</title><content type='html'>For the FIRST time in my life I lost weight without actually trying... Okay that isn't completely true... at first I wasn't trying and then I noticed my pants getting a little looser and I started trying. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;50 pounds... WOW! I knew I had lost weight... clothes that no longer fit... clothes that didn't use to fit do.... new clothes getting too big... but I had no CLUE it was that much. Because of our remodel my scale was packed away until this week. I am SO not someone who would jump on a scale at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt; or something like that... so I had no clue until the scale came out of the box. I set it on the floor... no one was home.... just me and the scale... I stepped on it and stood there in awe... 50 pounds... GONE! Now in order to appreciate this... you gotta know... I am just NOT one of those people that looses weight without really REALLY trying... in fact.. to the contrary I am someone that gains weight just hearing the word... cheesecake... as someone that also attends Flamingo Road Church... this should have made me GAIN at least 50 pounds in the last few months. Pastor Troy often mentions CHEESECAKE in his teachings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This weight loss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; over a few months.... I can't really explain why it has been fairly easy for me this time around. I did start a new medication that can make you have less of an appetite. But I am truly thinking there is just no way that is all of it. The rest is God... I'm sure of it. My life has grown increasingly more fulfilling since totally turning to God. I think that has done something in the way my body processes food. I am less stressed as a whole.. I know they say stress causes your body to retain fat... In short... I don't really know exactly why but I am so thankful the weight has finally started to come off. I gotta tell you... I had pretty much given up trying to loose weight. It was just too slow of a process and truly too hard to tackle. But now that I have gotten this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jump start&lt;/span&gt;... I feel continued success within my reach!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know you are probably wondering... 50 pounds... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; wonder what she weighs now. I know my family is... but I'm not telling them and I'm not telling you. The deal is... when I have reached the weight I feel comfortable at... I'll tell what I was and what I am.....Until then just celebrate the loss with me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've told some people (ahem... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend in the whole wide world... I'm talking about YOU) in my life that I've lost weight and they've been like REALLY?????? Which is sorta shocking to me... but then again in another way it is kind of nice. I guess they weren't really looking at the weight... they were seeing me. But in case you are one of those people and you can't see a 50 pound loss when you look at me I have included a few pics for you. The first one shows me on Easter Sunday of this year when I was baptized. A great day! and the second was taken just recently while on vacation in Memphis visiting my brother and nephew David. That, too cute for words, little angel I am holding is my nephew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R1AEDAn_Z6I/AAAAAAAAArY/2n0_TKsx1D8/s1600-R/DSC01397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138611624583587746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R1AEDAn_Z6I/AAAAAAAAArY/KQoULYPpEyc/s320/DSC01397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R1AE8Qn_Z7I/AAAAAAAAArg/gIGWDVqnGeg/s1600-R/DSC01980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138612608131098546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R1AE8Qn_Z7I/AAAAAAAAArg/HuE_62_INTI/s320/DSC01980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-3129885039314615078?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/3129885039314615078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=3129885039314615078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/3129885039314615078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/3129885039314615078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-lost-50-pounds-oh-my.html' title='I LOST 50 pounds! OH MY!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/R1AEDAn_Z6I/AAAAAAAAArY/KQoULYPpEyc/s72-c/DSC01397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-2829364657392277137</id><published>2007-11-02T07:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T09:54:29.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Update - Trunk or Treat &amp; Halloween Pics, My Niece</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ftamwater%2Falbumid%2F5128224584404964481%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on a blog-cation and a twitter-cation too. No actually, I have been crazy busy this past week or so. My Room Mom duties and serving at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FRC&lt;/span&gt; have kept me jumping, filling up most of my time. It's not usually this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;consuming&lt;/span&gt; but this past week WOW! Its been good.... its been fun.... but I have side stepped and post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;poned&lt;/span&gt; pretty much everything else I usually do to get it all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its truly not over yet.... I serve in the Resource Ministry at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FRC&lt;/span&gt;, which is the ministry that does the SOURCE store. Sells all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FRC&lt;/span&gt; goodies we love so much. I can't let the cat out of the bag... but the SOURCE is going to be catching your eye more in the coming months. The first eye catcher will occur, not this weekend, but the next. All I can say is.... make sure, if you are attending that week (and I SO hope you are) that you have some time to shop. If you want to be in on all the eye catchers BEFORE they happen, the SOURCE, like all of our great ministries at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FRC&lt;/span&gt;, is always looking for people who want to serve. I may be a little biased, but I think the SOURCE is a great place to serve! It is a nice laid back atmosphere and lots of fun. You get to come in contact with people that have been attending the church forever and new people there for the first time. Not to mention the Resource ministry is run by my dear and WONDERFUL friend Janette. She will make you feel right at home in our little Source family. End of Source plug.... sorry I had to. Its been such a blessing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest news I have to share is about my husband, Kevin. He has been appointed the Director of the Usher Ministry. He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; honored to have even been considered for it. It really took us both by surprise. The moment he was offered the position I knew he would take it even before we talked about it. I could see it in his eyes, I know him and after Troy's amazing First Wednesday service on the Vision, we have both been looking for ways to do more to support the VISION. I know Kevin will do a great job in his new role and I will be in the background to help him with the administrative side of it all. He's really great at motivating people even when the task ahead isn't so palatable. This has been his life's work professionally for over 20 years now. He is THRILLED to get to use those skills for God's Vision for our church and His Kingdom. Yes this means we will both be spending more time at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FRC&lt;/span&gt; and our weekends will be REALLY full. But if you haven't tried serving yet, let me tell you... it becomes almost addictive. You start out doing a little and before you know it YOU are asking to do more and more. It is an incredibly rewarding thing and you know when you see the faces of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;FRC&lt;/span&gt; attendees, that you ARE making a Kingdom Difference. What better "difference" can you make in life? In our family we are very blessed to all be working towards that TOGETHER. Even our little Manda, 10 years old, LOVES helping out at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;FRC&lt;/span&gt;. If she knows we are going to church during the week to work on something she is bouncing up and down begging to go with us. It has changed our family's priorities in the best of ways and I pray other families get to experience that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another big update.... my baby niece... Bethany Dean.... news of her was a big surprise to us all. Last Saturday I got a phone call from my brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jerod&lt;/span&gt;, I think he was shell shocked to say the least. Happy, but shocked. I am pretty sure he called me right after he heard... hadn't had time to digest it. Lil' Miss Bethany Dean is 17 months old and her mother, Ashley, has been trying to locate my brother and let him know she is his. My brother is a Merchant Marine... he travels the globe via the water and air. We never know where he is at any given time. He'll call from Angola or Pakistan. Ashley didn't have contact info for him that worked (cell phone number changes etc.) and has been diligently trying to locate him for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt; 2 years now. So Bethany Dean is a welcome addition to the family and we are all thrilled to have her in our lives, but it was a shock! She is the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; haired angel you see in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;slideshow&lt;/span&gt;. I am praying hard for my brother, he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; trying to have a good life and get all his ducks in a row. He had to battle in court to prove he was the father of his little boy, David and was just getting to enjoy some real quality time with him on his time off from work. Now he will be trying to connect and be a father with 2 children that he has missed crucial time with. That is a big blow for him to handle. As kooky as my brother has been at times in his life he is a phenomenal Dad and his heart is so in the right place now. He just wants to take care of them both. I pray God will find a way for him to be there for them both even though they live hours apart. I also pray God will allow time for little David and little Bethany to be together with their Dad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;develop&lt;/span&gt; that sense of family they all deserve. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Jerod&lt;/span&gt;, if you are reading my blog... and you SO should BE... I love you .... You can do this... I know you can! You are amazing with kids, always have been. This won't be easy of course, but YOU can do it! David and Bethany are BLESSED to have you as their Dad! And I am blessed to have you as a brother! I'll see you soon.... can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-2829364657392277137?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/2829364657392277137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=2829364657392277137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/2829364657392277137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/2829364657392277137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-update-trunk-or-treat-halloween.html' title='Life Update - Trunk or Treat &amp; Halloween Pics, My Niece'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-2963952235705487759</id><published>2007-10-23T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T11:02:18.949-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad DAY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kev'/><title type='text'>BLAHHHH Day! Helping Hubby... Sorry me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/Rx4D33s18aI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6grIeOS24MI/s1600-h/bad_day.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124537684373926306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/Rx4D33s18aI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6grIeOS24MI/s320/bad_day.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BLAHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; day! I am either fighting some sort of nasty sick off or my allergies are in full swing today... can't tell which one yet... I'm praying allergies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My loving hubby woke me up as usual, gently... trying to get me out of bed.... I didn't budge... in fact... I'm pretty sure I kinda yelled at him about pushing his elbows in my back in the middle of the night.... I was ROTTEN this morning.... He went about getting the household going and would come back and check on me.... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grumped&lt;/span&gt; that I had a sore throat and I was achy all over... He stayed chipper and moved my totally NOT a morning person, daughter onto her morning routine.... I finally asked him if he would mind making her lunch and taking her to school.... Now in order for him to do this he would have to delay his departure to work... he makes his own hours somewhat so it isn't like his boss would be waiting wondering where he was... BUT he does like to get in early so he can get out early and be home with us... Anyways, my sweet, even in the face of a REALLY GRUMPY, totally NASTY, you so don't want to be around, wife.... my sweet hubby said "sure I can do that." Now did I get all gooey inside and snap out of my rotten mood and say thank you...NOPE! I pulled the covers over my head and tried to go back to sleep..... But instead of taking the gracious help offered I decided the world inside my house could just not go on without me driving it... So I would scream down at my husband and daughter at different points.... I couldn't let them REALLY help me... which is all they REALLY wanted to do. Instead of just letting the dark cloud be over me... I tried my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;darnedest&lt;/span&gt; to make them feel it too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you Kev.... thank you for your help and understanding this morning... I am so sorry I made it tough for you..... I was wrong.... and I behaved in a pretty ungrateful way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Manda..... thank you for doing your job this morning and getting yourself ready for school... thanks for helping Daddy and being considerate to me. Thank you for not whining at me even though I know you wanted to crawl back in bed too. I am sorry I was so grumpy... I love you so much and can't wait to see you sing tonight... I know you will be great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad mood and all... I did learn something... a lesson I wish I could say I hadn't had the opportunity to learn before... but I have... MANY times... I hope it sticks today... I learned that no matter how dark it seems... it is just temporary... the dark skies will clear... you will feel better.... and if your lucky, like me, you will have the help of others to get you through it... but even if there is no one there... or seems like there is no one... GOD is there! God will get you through it and pull you out the other side showing you something about yourself you didn't know.... gently nudging you to make changes... do better the next time... be aware of the affect you have on the world around you and the people in your life. Just make sure you don't miss it, like I did this morning, God was with me... trying to help... he gave me everything I needed, he nudged my hubby and my daughter to be there for me and I wouldn't let them... In short... I turned God's helping hand down this morning.... Crazy I know... I mean I half accepted it... but I bet I'd be feeling a WHOLE lot better right now if I'd have just let go and let them really help me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My prayer this morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;God, man You are SO AWESOME! Even when I loose my focus on You, You are still there focused on me. Taking care of me.... holding me in Your loving hands. Endless Thank You's God... I am humbled at Your feet, I am sorry that I did not see You this morning, that I turned away from Your gracious help. I ask that You send me with reflection and growth. That You grant me the clarity I need to see You at work in my life. That I would be more receptive to Your help. In Jesus name, Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reflecting on this morning I realize... I'm out of sync.... This morning I put God on the back burner again.... I haven't been listening to Him, He has been right there and I have been too blind to see.... But you know what? I also realize... that even when I have Him on the back burner, which is of course no place for Him to be.... He's still got me on His front burner...  and He is totally tuned in and turned on and ready to be there for me! And at the same time.... He's got YOU on another one of His front burners ready to be there for YOU, if only you let Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When in your life, has God extended his helping hand, and you have turned it down? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the stove of your life... what burner do you have God on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-2963952235705487759?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/2963952235705487759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=2963952235705487759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/2963952235705487759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/2963952235705487759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2007/10/blahhhh-day-helping-hubby-sorry-me.html' title='BLAHHHH Day! Helping Hubby... Sorry me!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/Rx4D33s18aI/AAAAAAAAAUY/6grIeOS24MI/s72-c/bad_day.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-8193913801809649753</id><published>2007-10-20T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T09:51:40.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What CANDY are YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/Rw9ttb7Y4uI/AAAAAAAAATo/4hOBCtSCBYs/s1600-h/laffy_taffy_lg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120431928701936354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/Rw9ttb7Y4uI/AAAAAAAAATo/4hOBCtSCBYs/s320/laffy_taffy_lg2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you were a candy... what would you be? This deep thought came to me in the grocery store check out lane... I know too much time there... Anyway... The candy that most accurately describes me is a Laffy Taffy.... WHY? Well funny you should ask... Okay so you didn't REALLY ask... but I'm going to tell you anyways!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hard &amp;amp; Chewy - I can be kinda hard and chewy... a little difficult to take sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Gets Stuck in Your Teeth - With all my quirks and stuff I can be a little hard to take at times... maybe even a little annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Cumbersome - Eating a Laffy Taffy is a little difficult... not the most graceful of things... much like me... I can be a little coordinationally challenged... I bump into things... stumble over invisible items (nothing) in my path... Not quite the picture of gracefulness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Stretchy - I am stretchy... this happens to be something I actually like about myself... I am always looking for ways to grow... to learn... to become a better me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tangy - Another good thing (I think)... I have spunk and passion... I will work tirelessly for something I believe in or someone I care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So what are you and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-8193913801809649753?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/8193913801809649753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=8193913801809649753' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/8193913801809649753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/8193913801809649753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-candy-are-you.html' title='What CANDY are YOU?'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/Rw9ttb7Y4uI/AAAAAAAAATo/4hOBCtSCBYs/s72-c/laffy_taffy_lg2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-382752034622639273</id><published>2007-10-18T07:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T10:02:28.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frazzled Mommy + Thoughtful Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/RxdOBXs18XI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Z1-7Doqbpbo/s1600-h/P6300046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122648886606164338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/RxdOBXs18XI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Z1-7Doqbpbo/s320/P6300046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday my daughter and I were on our way home returning from an afternoon of errands.... capped off by the dreaded trip to Party City to shop for a costume.... as it was the SECOND store we had been to and she was so NOT happy that we didn't find something at the first. I was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frazzled&lt;/span&gt; mommy... We were finally successful after trying on several different costumes... she had happily selected a pink leopard like kitty costume... a kitty with a little sass... quite fitting for her... loves animals and at times has a little sass... it really is a great costume. But I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stressin&lt;/span&gt;'... we had to go through 3 costumes once she had made her choice. Because, as any mommy knows... costumes are not put together with the greatest of care... it seems the little hand slips (for lack of a better word) were quite difficult to get right for the manufacturer. So we had to pry 3 different sets from those icky plastic costume bags and check each item for flaws. Not fun... and truly not successful... after going through 3 and finding a fault in all 3 bags... (I know, it seems an easy solution to just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; together a perfect set... I shared this view with the store helper and she said it was not an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;option)&lt;/span&gt;. So we gave up... We took the least faulty pink kitty costume and headed out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frazzled as I was, we were almost home, but was I planning down time? NOPE, I was already ticking off my to do list (To Do List Tami attack, I know). And then she got to me... My daughter is in the Chorus at her school... she has been practicing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;... she even has a CD they gave her with the music on it to help her practice... she likes this played in the car ALL THE TIME!... I must admit... I have been tuning it out a little... I detest repetition in certain things... Anyways, frazzled mommy + daughter practicing = A song comes on that I've heard her sing at least 100 times so far... she leans over a bit on my side and says "Mom, I have a secret.... when I get older... if I become a famous singer like I want to... I am going to sing this song on stage and dedicate it to you." Before she even finished talking I was BAWLING... the song was "You Raise Me Up"... My daughter is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-teen... her behavior often shows that.. she is struggling to figure out where she fits in what she sees as the line between childhood and adulthood that she now stands on... this can cause great difficulties in having sweet moments I have grown accustomed to with her.... she is often trying to push away and show me how much she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DOESN't&lt;/span&gt; need me... and here she was telling me she dedicated THAT song to me.... Oh my! What a gift..... That song has always been special to me for different reasons... but now.... M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;AJOR&lt;/span&gt; special... I can see myself in the future, when she isn't being so sweet to me, listening to that song and remembering her words... Big gift! I will never forget that moment... In that moment... God nudged her to reveal her heart to me and she "raised me up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Raise Me Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I am down, and Oh my soul, so weary;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When troubles come and my heart burdened be;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I am still and wait here in the silence,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until you come and sit awhile with me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am strong... when I am on your shoulders;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You raise me up, to more than I can be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/427910714581973316-382752034622639273?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/382752034622639273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=382752034622639273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/382752034622639273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/382752034622639273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2007/10/frazzled-mommy-thoughtful-daughter.html' title='Frazzled Mommy + Thoughtful Daughter'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/RxdOBXs18XI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Z1-7Doqbpbo/s72-c/P6300046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-3598467160862017971</id><published>2007-10-11T11:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T11:09:32.978-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insecurity'/><title type='text'>Insecurity = The ENEMY's TOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"For we are God's masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago." ~Ephesians 2:10 (NLT) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/Rw4bkr7Y4nI/AAAAAAAAARg/V24Nc9EXiD0/s1600-h/toolbox000000232270Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/Rw46677Y4oI/AAAAAAAAARo/JnA_y4yehTM/s1600-h/toolbox000000232270Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120094610560443010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/Rw46677Y4oI/AAAAAAAAARo/JnA_y4yehTM/s320/toolbox000000232270Small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at my small group yesterday when this thought popped into my head... I jotted it down so I wouldn't forget: Insecurity is the Devil's tool. He uses it to make us doubt ourselves... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Well I think because IF he can create that doubt we are far less likely to be secure in the fact that we have been chosen by God to make a significant difference in the world around us. And if we don't believe THAT we are limited in what we can do for God's Kingdom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am insecure about some things.... but this morning as I felt a nudge to post about insecurity and a light bulb went off... Feeling insecure is situational... when I am home I am pretty secure in who I am... but put me out in public and I battle with feeling different or just not good enough in this way or that. Realizing that, to me anyways, SCREAMS confirmation that my insecurities are the work of the ENEMY! The enemy wouldn't really care if I was insecure at home.... but when I am out in public... connecting with people.... KAZOW! Right when I am focused on serving God I get socked in the heart and my breath gets taken away because the enemy has slammed his hammer into me. And then I start to doubt my EVERYTHING! Instead of being the full me that God created... I start to feel small and insignificant... I start to feel not good enough, not strong enough, not pretty enough, not thin enough.... Just NOT enough! And in those moments, if I give into the enemy's hammering blows I loose my effectiveness... If I allow myself to fill up with doubt I am not thinking about how to help others or how to serve God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity certainly doesn't come from God, He says that we are significant, chosen by Him, that He is pleased with us, and PROUD of us. He didn't put these insecurities in my head. So this morning I am looking at insecurity in a new way... as a tool of the enemy, the hammer that pounds me down and makes me small, if I let it. When I do this, it puts it all in perspective... I will not give in to the enemy's attempts to pull me down and distract me by loosing myself in insecurity... to the contrary... in those moments where I feel the enemy working on my psyche... I am going to focus on God... and the fact that while I may not absolutely love everything about me yet... God does... In Ephesians 2:10 it says that we are "God's workmanship" (NIV) "God's masterpiece" (NLT) we are His works of art.... His passion come to life.... If I cannot recognize that and believe that... what am I really saying to God? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever questioned an artist's work? WHOA... not a pretty thought... Imagine questioning the ultimate most awesome of all artists, God, about His work.... US, you and me.... Not something I want to do anytime soon. But you know when we question ourselves and let insecurity take over, that is exactly what we are doing. Questioning God and letting the enemy's hammer distract us from the purpose God has for us.&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Insecurities are about as useful as trying to put the pin back in the grenade. ~Brandon Boyd&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/427910714581973316-3598467160862017971?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/3598467160862017971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=3598467160862017971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/3598467160862017971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/3598467160862017971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2007/10/insecurity-enemys-tool_11.html' title='Insecurity = The ENEMY&apos;s TOOL'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/Rw46677Y4oI/AAAAAAAAARo/JnA_y4yehTM/s72-c/toolbox000000232270Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-633755398823199881</id><published>2007-10-09T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T07:40:53.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is Good'/><title type='text'>REALLY Bad Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And "don't sin by letting anger control you." Don't let the sun go down while you are still angry, for anger gives a foothold to the devil. ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ephesians 4:26-27 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/RwvLq77Y4lI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sItNywq1VqQ/s1600-h/bad_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119409339938431570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/RwvLq77Y4lI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sItNywq1VqQ/s320/bad_day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a horrible, rotten, no good, very bad day! After a wonderful service at Flamingo Road Church, Kevin began to feel sick again... About noon, he began to vomit and have the dreaded diarrhea again. I was sure he would end up in the hospital again. He had some pain.. but not the level of last week when he was hospitalized. But I was bracing myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just posted about the remodel mess... so ya know my house was a wreck which was in turn making me a wreck. Dust was everywhere.. not your normal dust... MAJOR big time, have to dust the house and mop the floor 5 times just to BEGIN to get it clean, DUST! Kevin was sick again... and now on top of the messy house, I was worried about him AND I was once again saddled with all of my responsibilities AND his too! And then he tells me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HE STOPPED TAKING HIS ANTIBIOTICS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was supposed to have finished them this past Sunday... but he stopped on TUESDAY! I had even asked him Friday was he due to finish on Sunday? Did he tell me then that he had stopped? NOPE! Silly me I probably worded the question wrong and he answered the question leaving out the fact that he might have been due to finish them but he had stopped early. (I asked him if he minded me sharing this all with you and he said he didn't but he wanted me to include that he stopped taking them because they were making his stomach do flip-flops and giving him diarrhea.) Now I understand antibiotics are just no fun... but to STOP? Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say I was FUMING MAD at him! But I couldn't let that out because I was worried about him and I KNEW he felt awful! And the fact that I couldn't let it out was just driving me crazy and the more I cleaned, the angrier I got. When I had to walk the dogs (usually his job) in the afternoon, I was royally PISSED OFF! I know, not good, but if I'm going to be authentic its the TOTAL TRUTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gathered myself together enough to head over to my neighbor's house just as I felt sure I was going to loose it and scream and yell at Kevin and Amanda. I sat with my neighbor for a while. She is such a wise woman and much farther along in her walk with God than I am. She said something to me... She thought that the reason Kevin and I were going through all these rough times lately was because we were getting "too close" to Jesus and the enemy was throwing everything he had at us trying to make us loose focus. When she said it, I knew she was right but in that moment I couldn't immediately take it in and use it. I had prayed throughout the day to get through it all. And she prayed with me too. Our talk and prayers and a little love from her cat Dodger, helped me get through that hour... I came home with renewed energy... got back to cleaning the house... Oh I was still angry... but I was at least not going to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening I processed it all... this calm hit me.... and I started laughing. And I got this feeling inside myself, it was defiance and anger and happiness all rolled into one. Perhaps she was right.. maybe it was the enemy fighting hard to distract me. I tossed my head in the air and said "bring it on, you are not going to get me" and then I thanked Jesus for helping me through it... I pictured God talking to Satan, saying "you can throw whatever you will at Tami... For she is mine, I have faith in her and I am well pleased." MAN that thought made me feel AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the thing I realize... since I have begun living my life walking with God.. bad things do still happen... I get mad, sad, frustrated just like I used to... those reactions haven't stopped... but you know what? Before knowing God... those reactions to negative situations consumed me... much like they did in that hour when I spoke to my neighbor... but instead of eating at me for an hour or so they consumed me ALL DAY! Sometimes even still the NEXT DAY! Now it still gets to me... but it passes so FAST... and my anger, frustration or sadness is replaced with this amazing sense of peace and serenity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAN GOD IS GOOD!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Your worst days are never so bad that you are beyond the reach of God's grace." ~ Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-633755398823199881?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/633755398823199881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=633755398823199881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/633755398823199881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/633755398823199881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2007/10/really-bad-day.html' title='REALLY Bad Day!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/RwvLq77Y4lI/AAAAAAAAARQ/sItNywq1VqQ/s72-c/bad_day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-7514038823268848912</id><published>2007-10-07T11:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:34:54.751-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Change'/><title type='text'>Remodeling Your Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/RwkBNb7Y4kI/AAAAAAAAARI/D0_vf6o6ft8/s1600-h/13_12_25---Portable-2-stroke-petrol-diamond-blade-disc-cutter_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118623781830058562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/RwkBNb7Y4kI/AAAAAAAAARI/D0_vf6o6ft8/s320/13_12_25---Portable-2-stroke-petrol-diamond-blade-disc-cutter_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My home, my comfy cozy love to be there home, is in chaos! We are remodeling... doing it all ourselves to save big bucks.. but that means it is going REALLY slow and there is dust EVERYWHERE! I mean you just walk in the house and feel dusty yourself... YUCK! I know I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; expected it.. and I did to some extent.. but I didn't think it would be this BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret... well I think of it as a secret... but really I think anyone that is around me long enough figures it out... I am a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;. Not like that TV show MONK... but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; get him. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; about my house and cleaning. You see when my house gets messy it makes ME feel messy and chaotic on the inside. I can't really function as I normally do and I turn into a person I don't like at all. I race around frantically trying to put my house back in order. Neurotically cleaning everything and pretty much being a totally not fun person to be around. Just clear out... cause Tami is having a grade A, major big time, you SO want to steer clear of, cleaning temper tantrum. Sometimes there are even tears involved (mine)! I know it's silly... I'm working on it.. I PROMISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all this mess and not being able to get away from it has made me think... now, follow me here...&lt;br /&gt;Remodeling ANYTHING, your house.. your life, starts with a pretty picture in your head of the end result... You pick out the areas to fix that are going to take something that was once drab or inefficient and make it wonderful, useful and significant. Then comes the hard part... the work... the mess... the cleaning up. Really remodeling is only fun in that beginning stage where you figure out what you want to do and then in the end when its all over and you can step back and say "Man that is awesome... I did it!" The rest is just plain old HARD WORK! You can't do it without getting dirty and really digging in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I am working on 2 remodels, my house and my life.. me... In order to get to through it I have to work... and have faith that I will eventually get there... after a lot of effort and energy and planning, seeking guidance and comfort from GOD, I will make it through all this dust and mess and come out the other side refreshed, renewed and far happier than I could ever imagine.. With God at the helm I know it can happen... I just have to be ready to do the work and cope with the dust and the mess. All the while knowing that it is part of a plan and the end result will be spectacular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best way out is always through. -- Robert Frost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-7514038823268848912?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/7514038823268848912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=7514038823268848912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/7514038823268848912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/7514038823268848912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2007/10/remodeling-your-life.html' title='Remodeling Your Life'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/RwkBNb7Y4kI/AAAAAAAAARI/D0_vf6o6ft8/s72-c/13_12_25---Portable-2-stroke-petrol-diamond-blade-disc-cutter_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-2680434308456597154</id><published>2007-10-04T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:31:59.095-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Wednesday'/><title type='text'>AMAZING First Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>I almost don't want to blog about this because there is just no way to REALLY describe what went down last night at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FRC&lt;/span&gt;. But I have to try! I knew starting out that the night would be special because the new baptismal would be opening after the service... but I simply had NO clue it was going to be so TOTALLY INCREDIBLE! Kev and I always laugh after services because we always find ourselves saying "Wow that was amazing... I mean it's always amazing... but that was REALLY amazing" Without fail that happens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we attend service...but I'm telling you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST NIGHT WAS TOTALLY... INCREDIBLY... LIFE CHANGING... WANT TO MAKE YOU JUMP UP AND SCREAM... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there and watched Pastor Troy on that stage deliver the most powerful aligning pep talk I have ever heard... I had to make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; effort to remain seated and not stand up and scream... "I believe in the VISION... I believe in you... I am ready to be a rock... I can hold your hands up if you are tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I serve in the First Impressions Ministry at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FRC&lt;/span&gt;... I currently serve at the 411 booth 2 times a month and at the SOURCE 2 times a month as well as help out 1 day during the week... After last night.... I'm looking to find ways to do more... I am praying, asking God to show me how... where.... etc. I don't yet know what that will mean... but I am ready... Man am I READY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it so hard to wind down last night... and I woke up with the same fire burning inside of me... I am so glad that God brought me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FRC&lt;/span&gt;! My life has changed radically in the last year.... last October we walked through the doors of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FRC&lt;/span&gt; for the very first time after spending months watching services on TV... That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;instant&lt;/span&gt; we began changing... my faith has grown... my marriage is worlds better than it was... I am happier than I have ever been... I feel connected to people like I never have before... I just can't say enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it will happen in God's time... but I do feel that nudge inside of myself... I am not sure what my role in all of this is... but I do feel that I have one.... we all do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-2680434308456597154?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/2680434308456597154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=2680434308456597154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/2680434308456597154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/2680434308456597154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2007/10/amazing-first-wednesday.html' title='AMAZING First Wednesday!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-8443387074916789678</id><published>2007-10-03T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:32:54.225-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Time'/><title type='text'>Just Call Me To Do List Tami</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/RwPzzkMMl7I/AAAAAAAAARA/i8dUlqypTWg/s1600-h/Tami2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117201668836726706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/RwPzzkMMl7I/AAAAAAAAARA/i8dUlqypTWg/s320/Tami2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a task master, I often race through life checking off my to do list... by doing that I become almost robotic, going through each task... never finding joy in the journey.&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wake up each day with a to do list in my head that is in no way possible to complete... But I try... I would to like to tell you that my to do list is filled with important stuff for God's Kingdom... sure that stuff is there but its mostly filled with silly stuff that truly doesn't matter... sure it is necessary to do laundry, grocery shop, clean, cook for the family etc.... but does it all HAVE to get done today? With Martha Stewart perfection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always start out my day planning time with God... but He ends up on the bottom of my to do list and I squeeze Him in when I am too tired to really open myself up to what He may be trying to show me. I certainly have good intentions... But my to do list is always screaming in my head and I think to myself... well if I could just get this done or that done THEN I can really sit down and have some quality time with God and I won't have to worry about my to do list. But you know what? That just doesn't work.... I need quality time with God and He needs quality time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know why I let the to do list take center stage in my life... I like to feel that I have accomplished something. If I clean the house, I can stand back and say YEAH I did it... I can see the difference I have made that moment. Time with God and time making a Kingdom difference may not always be that visible immediately... but you know what I just realized? If I practice patience (something else I struggle with) I will eventually be able to see that I have done something worthwhile.... and that feeling will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wayyyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt; better than the feeling I get after cleaning the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be making God my top priority every day... I am human... so I don't know if I will be able to accomplish it EVERY day... but I'm going to add it to the list of my daily prayers... That I not get lost in the little mundane chores in my life and forget to take the time to connect with God. &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/427910714581973316-8443387074916789678?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/8443387074916789678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=8443387074916789678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/8443387074916789678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/8443387074916789678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-call-me-to-do-list-tami.html' title='Just Call Me To Do List Tami'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xnkk1--7CW4/RwPzzkMMl7I/AAAAAAAAARA/i8dUlqypTWg/s72-c/Tami2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-2647361645363483483</id><published>2007-09-30T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:33:50.032-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Acts'/><title type='text'>Simple Acts = Big Impact</title><content type='html'>Now that it seems Kevin is truly on the mend I have some mental space to get some thoughts out... I'm too tired to sleep... Too much in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kev and I have been "plugging in" at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FRC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as much as we can. I felt like I was meeting some really cool people who I felt strong connections to but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; didn't think I had done enough yet to cultivate a "real" friendship. I may not have done enough to cultivate it.. but this week... when I needed it.. it was there, over and over again for me. People I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jdidn't&lt;/span&gt; expect to be there for me... just WERE.. I didn't ask... they just showed up for me in a big way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if they'd want it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;broadcasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with their names so I'm just gonna use a first initial. "J" went through a few obstacles to get in touch with Kevin and I.... but she didn't give up... she hunted down my correct phone number and I got the nicest message... it was real.. heartfelt and GOD did I need it in that moment. She closed the message by saying "love ya friend." After the day I had, worrying about Kevin, not knowing... This unexpected gift came my way and it was like a giant hug that made me feel warm and fuzzy all over... I felt so cared for... so blessed just hearing her words. She has been a source of daily strength for me. So considerate... so sincere. Last night, when Kevin and I were both just fried and felt like we were back at square one... we so thought he was going to end up in surgery this morning... I talked to "J" she calmed me. Then later in the evening I got a text message from her.. I had been having a hard time getting to sleep and then I read her words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I DON'T KNOW YET WHY GOD PUT U IN MY LIFE... BUT I'M SO GLAD HE DID" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW... Let me just tell you... that is something so amazing to hear... I will be keeping that message and re-reading it when I need a little lift. The irony is her words EXACTLY described what I was feeling about HER! I just can't tell you how thankful I am to have her in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not the only one that has made my load lighter... "M" she is such a tower of strength... I sit with her for a moment and I know I am going to be okay... she is so inspirational... and she too reached out to Kev and I without being asked. She came to the hospital and had to search basically the whole thing for Kev. She finally found us and sat with us for a long time and talked... before she left, she prayed with us.... We were both so comforted by her. She has remained there for us both through all of it. I am blessed to have her in my life and am eager to pull closer to her in friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A" stepped up for us too... tracking Kev down himself. He so had an excuse for not being here... actually we'd never met him before... he just knew we were here and knew we belonged to that great big wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FRC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; family.... and so he was here. WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were group prayers held for us and people we didn't even know praying for Kevin's recovery... You know what? There really is no scientific explanation for Kevin's pain yesterday... they are baffled... and to have that kind of pain... they were pretty sure the CT Scan from last night was going to show some BAD stuff... but to the contrary... it is totally clear.... no sign of anything... You wanna tell me how that happened???? The power of prayer.. I can't thank God and everyone enough for coming through for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few stories, others also stepped up in equally big ways. (C, P, M, F &amp;amp; C THANK YOU!) They have not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wavered&lt;/span&gt; in their support. I am amazed and overwhelmed. Looking back now I see... what all of these people did were little things... simple acts of kindness that had an ENORMOUS impact on Kevin and I. We now know why Pastor Troy is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;adamant&lt;/span&gt; about "doing life together." We are both going to be on the lookout for ways to pay forward the kindness and love we experienced through this all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my life I have searched for the kind of friendship I found this week. I just was not ever able to REALLY find it outside of my family. Because of that I isolated myself somewhat... put barriers up.. kept to myself really... Then because of God's nudging at my heart and Pastor Troy's guidance I started putting myself out there again... but this time doing it with Christians... What I found... When you do life with other people that are doing their best every day to walk with God... they are looking for ways to serve others... looking for ways to make a "kingdom difference." So when you are in need... they notice... when God nudges their heart to be there for you... they listen... and MAN does that MATTER! Makes me sorry I didn't start on this path with God sooner. But I am so glad I am on it now... and I feel so blessed to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FRC&lt;/span&gt; and good people in my life right now to help me along my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-2647361645363483483?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/2647361645363483483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=2647361645363483483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/2647361645363483483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/2647361645363483483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2007/09/simple-acts-big-impact.html' title='Simple Acts = Big Impact'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-3235414258796016484</id><published>2007-09-30T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T09:18:30.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin is AWAKE and doing GREAT!</title><content type='html'>Kevin is up... the Gastro has been in and things are going great this morning. Kevin is feeling much better... no pain meds... His body is beginning to get back to normal! His CT Scan from last night showed everything has cleared up. No sign of infection or inflammation.. no fluid in his abdomen. They really still don't understand why he was in so much pain yesterday but think it was due to the infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gastro is wondering if the pain he was having is due in some part to his hernia. He may have to have surgery on it in the near future. But the current thought is that he will wait until the infection fully clears and he heals (a week or so) and see if he is still sore or tender there. If that is the case he will have to have surgery to take care of it. We'll just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is back on food and is chowing down on some hospital french toast.. He isn't thrilled with it (hospital food) but his tastebuds are happy about the maple syrup. He has been craving something sweet since the day before yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If nothing unexpected pops up again today it looks like he will be discharged and coming home! I am so thrilled! It'll be nice to have my hubby in bed next to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the prayers and kindness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-3235414258796016484?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/3235414258796016484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=3235414258796016484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/3235414258796016484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/3235414258796016484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2007/09/kevin-is-awake-and-doing-great.html' title='Kevin is AWAKE and doing GREAT!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-1445669914539999401</id><published>2007-09-30T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T07:41:50.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AM Kevin Update</title><content type='html'>It's way early on Sunday morning and Kevin and I are usually getting ready to head to FRC (greatest church we have ever known). I so wish that is what we were doing. It always fills us up and helps us get through our week, keeping our focus on God. But this weekend I think we will be watching it on FRC Live... we started watching it yesterday and then got interrupted by hospital stuff.. hopefully we will catch a full service today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am back at the hospital.... Kevin is still sleeping... haven't spoken to him yet. I checked with his nurse... he had a good night from her perspective. Took pain meds once as he was going to sleep and didn't need any more earlier this morning when she checked on him. They finally came to get him for his 6PM CT Scan at around 10PM. Tough night at the hospital, I guess... many sick people. We have grown pretty used to hearing the announcements over the PA system calling out the number of beds they are waiting on. His entire stay here they have been looking for no less than 24 beds I think. Yesterday I think they hit 45. So they are BUSY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here this early because the Docs thought (and they can't be sure because of the nature of their jobs) that they would be back to read the CT Scan early this morning. So I tried to wait the storm out as much as I could. I had the dogs out 2 times attempting a walk and lightining lit up the sky. I am SO not a runner.. but one time I was about a block from the house when it started and BOOM.... the whole sky lit.... big BIG lightning....  it was gorgeous.. but terrifying! So there I was two big dogs (german shephard and chocolate labrador) also scared of storms running back home as fast as we could go... or as fast as my husbands flip flops would allow! I have to go back home and walk them later when the storms stop... I am saying major prayers hoping that when I do that I don't miss the Docs. Kevin is really pretty passive with Docs... I am an information girl... I need all the stats to feel that I know what is going on with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as soon as I know more information I will post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Heredes! Thanks for the blogworld welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-1445669914539999401?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/1445669914539999401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=1445669914539999401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/1445669914539999401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/1445669914539999401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2007/09/am-kevin-update.html' title='AM Kevin Update'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-1805539397395635175</id><published>2007-09-29T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T14:11:37.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's KEVIN Update</title><content type='html'>I left Kevin late last night thinking I was pretty sure he was coming home some time today... Now I'm not so sure... He slept well and was happy about that but this morning when our daughter, Amanda, and I arrived to visit with him he just didn't look himself. He is on solid food so that is a good thing. He enjoyed his breakfast... FOR SURE!  After breakfast though he was not feeling so great. We aren't sure exactly what that means... I think the doctors did expect him to feel a little worse after eating but I'm not sure just how much. He wasn't looking good. Pain was pretty bad and I left him to take Amanda to her Grandmother's so I could get back to him alone. Amanda is not really fond of hospital rooms, not that I am... but you know how kids can make things when they aren't happy. She was not really keen on the idea of sitting by Dad's bedside today. I can't blame her... it wasn't on my top 10 list either. But life happens and ya just gotta trudge through sometimes even if it isn't fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with Manda at Grandma's for a bit, I am back at the hospital with Kevin... waiting for the Docs to show. He has had "real food" again for lunch and felt pretty good for about 30 minutes or so and then started having yucky pain and chills. He is covered up to his ears right now and the room really isn't cold. I'm not sure what the Docs will think or say... maybe more testing... who knows at this point. We'll just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm TIRED! I really need to hear what Pastor Troy has to say this weekend. Thank goodness for FRC Live! I feel like I have run a marathon these last few days.. Running here.. running there... taking care of Manda and Kevin... the dogs... the laundry....  it's all starting to run together. But I have felt God's hand at work in my life through it all. Every day I wake up not knowing how I will push through the day..  be there for Kev... keep Amanda out of the hospital all day... and every day God has put someone in my path to help me out. She has been having play dates like mad... spent the night with a close friend last night and has been invited to spend the night with her best friend tonight. That has made this so much easier. I have been supported through this probably better than I have ever been in my entire life... people are literally pouring out offers to help... and you know what? They really REALLY mean it. My heart is happy that I have such wonderful people in my life right now to help get us through this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-1805539397395635175?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/1805539397395635175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=1805539397395635175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/1805539397395635175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/1805539397395635175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2007/09/todays-kevin-update.html' title='Today&apos;s KEVIN Update'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-2592193754298825018</id><published>2007-09-28T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:56:15.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin Update</title><content type='html'>There really isn't a whole lot to update... Kevin is still at good ole' Memorial West trying to get better. They are guessing he picked up some sort of infection that has gone to his small intestine and that is the source of his problems. They are pumping him with antibiotics and he is making progress. He was feeling pretty good this morning... not in so much pain.. he even managed to stay off pain meds from midnight to about 9:30 this morning. But after the surgeon came in to check on him and poked and prodded his tummy (as I know they MUST do) he started to feel the pain again. Not nearly as bad as yesterday.. but not fun either... so he is back on the pain meds. We are sitting in his room watching Pastor Troy and the gang on &lt;a href="http://www.mynakedpastor.com/"&gt;http://www.mynakedpastor.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best news to share, or certainly the best from Kevin's perspective, he is still technically on a liquid diet. But to his surprise his lunch tray had some heartier items than his breakfast this morning and dinner last night. He got to enjoy some pudding and even some sherbert! He is WAYYYYYY happy right now about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are waiting on his Gastroenterologist, Dr. David Weiss... an AWESOME Gastro by the way if you ever need one. He should be here sometime today and give us some new info and a better idea of how long Kevin may be in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the prayers and friendship. I'll post more later.... but man... we felt the love yesterday coming our way from our friends at Flamingo Road Church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-2592193754298825018?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/2592193754298825018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=2592193754298825018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/2592193754298825018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/2592193754298825018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2007/09/kevin-update.html' title='Kevin Update'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-427910714581973316.post-1782016504311458694</id><published>2007-09-26T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T07:10:22.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastor Troy -- LOOK --  I'm a blogger now!</title><content type='html'>Okay .... so my wonderfully inspiring "Naked Pastor " Troy Gramling of Flamingo Road Church has been encouraging us to start blogging. I don't quite know what to expect from myself in this... but I am giving it a go. Hopefully I can keep it interesting and AUTHENTIC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/427910714581973316-1782016504311458694?l=tamiwaterman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/feeds/1782016504311458694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=427910714581973316&amp;postID=1782016504311458694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/1782016504311458694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/427910714581973316/posts/default/1782016504311458694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamiwaterman.blogspot.com/2007/09/pastor-troy-look-im-blogger-now.html' title='Pastor Troy -- LOOK --  I&apos;m a blogger now!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09114598272380061092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
