<?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-5417977299690223403</id><updated>2011-12-16T16:50:58.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah's Hope</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></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-5417977299690223403.post-6341810745122970578</id><published>2011-10-13T16:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T14:40:19.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching my Ozark heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5EVTJzGeF8A/TpyEb6eh_tI/AAAAAAAAAE0/T0KlWB88KOI/s1600/sweethome2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664548046413889234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5EVTJzGeF8A/TpyEb6eh_tI/AAAAAAAAAE0/T0KlWB88KOI/s200/sweethome2a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today in chapel, folk music was the theme. A fiddle player, pianist/vocalist, and a guitarist combined to bring music that brought back so many memories for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could picture my ancestors walking to church as I listened to &lt;em&gt;Down to the River to Pray&lt;/em&gt;. For some reason, I could picture a woman in a calico dress and sunbonnet walking barefoot along a path through the woods toward a white clapboard church. Perhaps that church is Sweethome Church in Montgomery county, Arkansas, where my mom grew up. Several generations of her family, the Hovells, worshipped there.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The music made me think of driving down interstate 540 through the Boston mountains with fog laying like a blanket over the hills. I was remembering driving through the hills to Aunt Kathy's for Christmas with snowflakes swirling through the air and peering through the clouds as we drove the Blue Ridge Parkway as a child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The service ended with a spiritual called &lt;em&gt;Hush, Somebody's Calling My Name&lt;/em&gt;. My mind drifted back to a sweltering afternoon in August of 1997, as my family and I said goodbye to my Mema. I could see the funeral home fans with a picture of Jesus in the garden. I could hear old hymns sung by about one hundred southern souls in a Church of Christ Church in Tuckerman, Arkansas. I could feel the sweat running down my back as I stood under a huge old pecan tree as folks filed past my family telling me how much Sister Pearl was loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While my family didn't listen to this kind of music at home, there is a current of this music running through my mind just from living in the beautiful Ozark Hills. A piece of my heart is always there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/5417977299690223403-6341810745122970578?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6341810745122970578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=6341810745122970578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/6341810745122970578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/6341810745122970578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2011/10/touching-my-ozark-heart.html' title='Touching my Ozark heart'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5EVTJzGeF8A/TpyEb6eh_tI/AAAAAAAAAE0/T0KlWB88KOI/s72-c/sweethome2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-2245778628706105234</id><published>2010-12-14T13:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T13:56:50.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How can you not love that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thanks to Valerie McEvoy for her love of Top 5 Lists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Top 5 Things everyone loves that I don’t…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;1.&lt;span style="FONT: 100% 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Twilight.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To me, there is nothing romantic about a conflicted vampire competing for a girl with a similarly conflicted werewolf. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And, seriously people…those boys are the age of some your children. Stop the screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;2.&lt;span style="FONT: 100% 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Harry Potter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wizards, spells, etc. don’t really interest me, but kudos for getting kids to read.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m all for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;3.&lt;span style="FONT: 100% 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lord of the Rings.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In movies, I prefer that the characters are all human or all animal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No creatures, please. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I also want the movies I see or books I read to take place on earth.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No, not Middle Earth.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Regular old earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;4.&lt;span style="FONT: 100% 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Princess Bride.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This one gets me in trouble every time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;EVERYONE loves it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mahwige is what brings us together…a classic line, right?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Still don’t love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-: minor-latin"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list: Ignore"&gt;5.&lt;span style="FONT: 100% 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NASCAR.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ok, I don’t know too many people personally who love it, but millions do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You do know you’re watching people drive around in a circle, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-2245778628706105234?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2245778628706105234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=2245778628706105234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/2245778628706105234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/2245778628706105234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-can-you-not-love-that.html' title='How can you not love that?'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-7387293519267168380</id><published>2009-09-02T09:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:08:13.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To everything, turn turn turn..there is a season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've heard that the only thing (other than God) that you can count on in life is change. I've definitely seen that in my own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Professionally, I have a tendency to start a new job without knowing much about it, and spend the first year or two learning as much as I can. Once I reach the point where I'm the "go to girl", I leave. I did that at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JBU&lt;/span&gt; admissions--I resigned right after I won the Midwest Regional Service Award. I left development just as the department really started to come together. I left Lindsey Management once I was the most experienced person in my department and the one that others turned to when they had questions. Now I'm at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OCU&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm not leaving anytime soon. I'm still in the learning phase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I feel settled in Oklahoma City now. I know my way around, can take alternate routes to get around traffic, and have favorite restaurants. I know the best place to park at the mall (on the top level by Macy's, in case you're wondering).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm also in the lifelong process of learning how to be a good wife. Of all the jobs and roles I've ever had, I've never wanted to succeed more than I have in this role. Two things I've learned so far are: Men like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;home cooked&lt;/span&gt; meals and they need encouragement from their wives. That's what I've learned about being a wife. So, I cook and encourage. I'm continuing to learn about this mysterious union of marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm settled in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OKC&lt;/span&gt; and into my role as a wife. So, what's next, you might ask? If your life has been characterized as being in a constant state of flux, what could be around the next corner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One big change that will occur soon is that David's parents are moving to our neighborhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We saw this open house sign and decided to go in and take a look. It was exactly what they were looking for--small yard, 3 car garage, beautiful interior. To make a long story short, they sold their house before it was even on the market, and bought the one in our neighborhood in short order. They are moving September 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Despite the look of horror that some people (who don't know my in-laws) have given me when I told them, this is actually a wonderful thing. I love them, and to have them nearby when we have a baby is going to be amazing! I'm also looking forward to the simple things like family dinners and pedicures with my mother-in-law. They are very respectful of our privacy and time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We are also hoping to adopt another golden retriever later this fall. There is a golden retriever rescue in town, and we've been searching the website for a good match. They are all adorable, so it will be hard to choose. We need one that is kitty-friendly and completely housebroken. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.sgrr.org/"&gt;http://www.sgrr.org/&lt;/a&gt; to see these precious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;puppies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hopefully, a baby will be on the way in the next year or so and that will be our next big change! I will have another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;echo cardiogram&lt;/span&gt; in October to make sure my heart is still doing well. Then, we'll just have to see what God has in store! I've turned this over to Him, but that is a process that takes daily prayer. David and I have our individual worries about me getting pregnant. David's are for my safety and that my heart is strong enough. I worry more about having enough energy and money, and about the changes having a baby would bring to our lives. When I come home exhausted at the end of the day, I wonder what I'd do if I had a baby screaming at 2 am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The only regret I have about meeting David is that it didn't happen sooner. As a result, I tend to feel like I'm playing the love version of Beat the Clock. I never feel like I have enough time with him. It's as if the sand of time that we get to live together slips through our hands so quickly. I wish we had several more years of time as a couple before having kids, but we don't have that luxury if we want to have a child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I know our blissed out newlywed lifestyle would change forever. No more sleeping late on Saturdays, lingering romantic dinners, and constant couple time? I will miss those times, but my desire to be a family with David and a child outweighs those luxuries. Maybe we can sneak in a dinner out now and then...that's where my wonderful in-laws come in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So many wonderful changes! Both my family and David's have seen that things can change forever in the blink of an eye. All we can really do is love God today and trust Him for tomorrow. God has great plans in store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-7387293519267168380?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7387293519267168380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=7387293519267168380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/7387293519267168380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/7387293519267168380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-opportunities-on-horizon.html' title='To everything, turn turn turn..there is a season...'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-2326929075692342593</id><published>2009-08-07T11:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:00:29.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did the Summer Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I looked at my last post and it said April. Where did the summer go? Here are some highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1-2~David and I went with our Sunday school class to Mena, AR, for a couples retreat. It was so much fun despite the &lt;strong&gt;5 inches&lt;/strong&gt; of rain that fell on Saturday! Good times with good friends, lots of SkipBo, yummy food, and great conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;24~David and I celebrated our 1st wedding anniversary! What a wonderful first year we had. Our friends Christi &amp;amp; Stan came to visit on the 23rd and we went to a Cheap Trick concert (my gift to David). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We went to church on Sunday, which was our actual anniversary, and I had to go to work. I had a very stressful afternoon checking people into the dorm for the United Methodist Annual Conference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;David and I went to "our" restaurant, InterUrban, that night. He used to take me there when I drove in on Friday nights when we were dating. We love it, and it's right by our house. David gave me a beautiful Brighton bracelet to commemorate the occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Monday was Memorial Day so we got to spend the whole day together. We went to Pearl's and had a delicious seafood lunch. We spent the afternoon at the Paseo Arts Festival wandering around hand in hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3~We celebrated 2 years since our first date, and the first day we met. It's hard to believe everything that has happened since that day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;12-13~We spent an incredibly relaxing weekend in Duncan, OK with David's parents. We swam, ate out, and went to a movie. My mother-in-law, Sharon, treated me to a pedicure. We always have a great time when we visit them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3-5~We took a trip to Arkansas to see my family and friends. One of my oldest friends, Jennifer, was in town with her husband and three kids. It was great to see her again after several years and to introduce her to David. We had a great 4th of July meal and fireworks. On Sunday, we enjoyed sushi with many of my friends for my pinky Candy's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;16-18~My friend Brian visited us. We had a great time with him. One highlight was a visit to the OKC Bombing Memorial museum. It was incredibly sad, but interesting and extremely well done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;24-27~I worked 14 hour days as the School of Christian Mission was hosted at OCU. Thank goodness, that event is only once a year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;27~Our beloved dog, Max, was laid to rest. He had not been eating well, and David took him to the vet. Initially, we thought he just had an ear infection. He couldn't hold anything down that night, so we took him to the pet emergency room. Sadly, they told us that he had an enlarged heart, possible cancer, and lung issues. We made the difficult decision to put him to sleep so he wouldn't suffer. It was the hardest thing we've had to face as a couple. He had a long happy life, and we miss him terribly. We will get another golden retriever as soon as we feel we're ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;30~We celebrated two years since my heart surgery. My surgeon told me two years ago that I would die within two years without surgery, so I looked at this year as kind of a milestone. I'm so thankful that God healed me--look at all the wonderful things I would have missed! As we were going out to dinner that night to celebrate, David said, "You can wear those earrings, or you might want to change into these" and pulled out a Brighton gift bag! Inside were the earrings that match my anniversary bracelet! What a wonderful surprise. He took me to a Brazilian restaurant that had a rooftop bar. It was so romantic and beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So far, August is looking calmer.  A little work to get the school year started, a couple of birthdays, and a visit from my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Looking ahead to fall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;September 4-6~We are going to Indiana to celebrate my niece and nephew's birthdays. Caroline will be 6 (going on 16) and Bennett will be 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;September 5~Football season begins! Go Hogs, Go Pokes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;October 2-3~My 20th high school reunion. This may be in conjunction with a family reunion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;October 17-19~OSU Homecoming, which is also a huge Krivy family gathering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;November 6-9~I'm so looking forward to this! David's parents are joining us in a trip to Arkansas. Our parents love us and each other, what a gift! We are going to play in the leaves one day, either in Eureka Springs or Devil's Den. David and I are going to go to a Razorback game Saturday night. It should be a wonderful fall weekend in the Ozarks. I need at least one of these a year, minimum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After that, the holidays will descend on us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I hope you've enjoyed the highlights of our summer. There were many more, and we had a great time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-2326929075692342593?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2326929075692342593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=2326929075692342593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/2326929075692342593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/2326929075692342593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-did-summer-go.html' title='Where Did the Summer Go?'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-8467439826573464114</id><published>2009-04-07T10:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:35:19.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in OKC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok, I know it's been a while. Thanks to Kristen for "reminding" me that I've neglected this blog. I have, however been writing a little on redaboutyou.blogspot.com which is an American Heart Association blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By request, here's some info on my Oklahoma City life. Enjoy the glimpse into what has made my life here so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. David! Getting to see him everyday is something I hope I'll never take for granted. I can't believe I ever made it Monday-Thursday without him! We truly enjoy our time together, the ordinary time of dishes, groceries, bills, and cooking dinner have been better because we are together. We've had some fun special events, too, but I love our daily life together as much as any special night out we've had. We're about to celebrate our first year of marriage on May 24!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Church of the Servant. I love our church! It is unique in so many ways, especially among Methodist churches. One of the pinkies said that they call it "jungle church"! It has live plants, including full size palm trees, growing in the sanctuary and a waterfall in the lobby! Check it out at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.churchoftheservant.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.churchoftheservant.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. The people are wonderful. I am involved in a women's Bible study and I'm leading it this summer. David is on missions council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. MissionLinc Sunday school class. They are the coolest, most passionate people. David and I have loved getting to know everyone. There are 6 or 7 couples that are the core of the class, and we continue to grow. Check it out at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.missionlinc.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.missionlinc.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. We are currently mentoring/assisting a needy family. One of the couples in our class actually bought a home for them to rent! We are going over there tonight to start getting it ready for them. Moving day is April 25. We are also going on a couples retreat May 1-3. Check out this photo from our '80s Rock Band night... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321984644211927106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/Sdt81jpV6EI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VSJJWvByFNw/s200/80s_flashback_Rockband.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;**Check out the flair on David's perfectly stonewashed Hard Rock Cafe jacket, his Cliff Huxtable sweater and braided leather belt. You can't see his pegged jeans and penny loafers. I'm working the Flashdance shoulder, and I have David's class ring on a chain around my neck. You probably can't see the purple eyeshadow I'm wearing, but oh baby...did I look the part! David saw me after I got all dolled up and said, "You look totally awesome!" I told him he looked rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Oklahoma City itself. I read this morning that OKC is the 6th most livable city in the country, as ranked by Forbes magazine. It has sports, the arts, shopping, and, well, interesting weather. Here's a photo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321985545620733282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/Sdt9qBp8vWI/AAAAAAAAADY/dBzH5aHzwuI/s200/livable_cities_oklahomacity_oklahoma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Our little pet family. Here are our children, Max, Clyde, and Possum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/Sdt90XAPaeI/AAAAAAAAADg/VMuDPIAVbaM/s1600-h/max.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321985723150068194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/Sdt90XAPaeI/AAAAAAAAADg/VMuDPIAVbaM/s200/max.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/Sdt-qSk4xaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Mc6VB1iGyKI/s1600-h/clyde.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321986649674532258" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/Sdt-qSk4xaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Mc6VB1iGyKI/s200/clyde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/Sdt-1Ev5FeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/UUrQwr4OTsQ/s1600-h/possum.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321986834941154786" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/Sdt-1Ev5FeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/UUrQwr4OTsQ/s200/possum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pictures of our house will be in a future post, once I've planted all the flowers in the front. And once Oklahoma decides to pick a season (hopefully spring) and stick with it for the entire week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-8467439826573464114?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8467439826573464114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=8467439826573464114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/8467439826573464114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/8467439826573464114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-i-know-its-been-while.html' title='My life in OKC'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/Sdt81jpV6EI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VSJJWvByFNw/s72-c/80s_flashback_Rockband.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-166637858556100012</id><published>2009-03-04T13:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T13:34:20.448-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged--10 Songs on my I-Pod</title><content type='html'>I saw this on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jennsylvania&lt;/span&gt;.com. I'm sure it's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; thing. It sounded so funny that I thought I'd give it a whirl. Basically, you hit shuffle on your I-Pod and post what comes up along with any w&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;itty&lt;/span&gt; commentary you'd like to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Can't Help Falling in Love--Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Buble&lt;/span&gt;. If you've ever seen David and I together,  you don't need further commentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Someone to Save You--One Republic. My old friend, Zach, is the guitarist. I would love their music even if I didn't know Zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You Don't Know Me--Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Buble&lt;/span&gt;. This song used to illustrate my love life, which was mainly comprised of unrequited love. No more! Now it's just a beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You Look So Good in Love--George Strait. I hope this song sounds like I looked and felt on my wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I Melt--Rascal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Flatts&lt;/span&gt;. The kind of song that makes me want to call David and ask him to come straight home from work! Very sexy song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Angel Eyes--Jeff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Healy&lt;/span&gt; Band. One of my favorite songs ever! Very romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If I Had $1,000,000--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Barenaked&lt;/span&gt; Ladies. One of David's favorites, funny song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I Ain't Settling--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sugarland&lt;/span&gt;. Single girl mantra, also pumps me up to go for it in life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Someone Exactly Like You--Van Morrison. Romantic and perfect. I didn't know I was looking for someone exactly like David until I found him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Wonderful Tonight--Eric Clapton. Classic love song. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. Eric Clapton, George Strait, and Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Buble&lt;/span&gt;. How's that for variety?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-166637858556100012?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/166637858556100012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=166637858556100012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/166637858556100012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/166637858556100012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-10-songs-on-my-i-pod.html' title='Tagged--10 Songs on my I-Pod'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-443548033696521641</id><published>2009-02-03T09:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:33:26.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Church on Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We are going through a book at church called "Just Walk Across the Room" by Bill Hybels. So far, it has been excellent! A quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"True followers of Christ who really get it right, give themselves to people. Most importantly, they give themselves to pointing people to faith in Christ. That is the highest and best use of a human life..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"...if you really belive in the redeeming and transforming power of God's presence in a person's life, then the single greatest gift you can give someone is a explanation of how to be rightly connected to Him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's easy for me to do good deeds most of the time. I like helping others. If you need a ride somewhere, help with a project, or someone to talk to, I'm there. But, often I don't take it further than that. People don't need more of my good deeds. They need connection with the God who loves them. If I fail to point them to God when they are hurting, am I really fulfilling my mission to help?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My Sunday school class has adopted a needy family. You can find out more by checking out my friend Kim's blog at &lt;a href="http://www.missionlinc.com/missions"&gt;http://www.missionlinc.com/missions&lt;/a&gt;. Bill Hybels' words are ringing in my head as I think about our work with this family. As a class, we've cleaned their house and yard, found tutors for the kids, worked on housing and utility issues, and many other missions of mercy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I know we are sharing God's love by helping to meet their needs, but sometimes that stops short. We need to share God's message and love with them intentionally. Their spiritual needs are as deep as any need for warmth, love, attention, and financial resources. I'm praying that as the Holy Spirit gives us the opportunity, we will seize it and be willing to share God's good news with this family. I agree with Mr. Hybels: this would be the greatest gift we could give them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-443548033696521641?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/443548033696521641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=443548033696521641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/443548033696521641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/443548033696521641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2009/02/church-on-sunday.html' title='Church on Sunday'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-6944371404159204112</id><published>2009-01-20T13:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:54:49.308-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect and Civility (or lack thereof)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Any hopes for respect and civility evaporate once the "Na-na-na-nah" song starts. It's is a sad state of affairs when some people can't let our outgoing president (regardless of approval ratings) leave office with dignity, free of adolescent jeers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This came from MSN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Some in the crowd, weary of Bush's eight years in office, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;booed the president&lt;/span&gt; when the large viewing screens near the World War II Memorial flashed an image of the exiting president arriving at the swearing-in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the inauguration ceremony, some in the crowd waved at the aircraft in the sky. Others, however, cheered when they heard a television broadcaster announce, "George Bush is no longer president of the United States." Still others in the crowd, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;broke into chants of "Na-na-na-nah, hey, hey, hey, goodbye."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If I were George W. Bush and family, I would be counting the seconds until I could fade into the Texas sunset and enjoy my ranch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-6944371404159204112?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6944371404159204112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=6944371404159204112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/6944371404159204112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/6944371404159204112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2009/01/respect-and-civility-or-lack-thereof.html' title='Respect and Civility (or lack thereof)'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-9218026543356934620</id><published>2009-01-20T10:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:07:46.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Barak Obama's Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today's the big day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barak&lt;/span&gt; Obama will take office, and Washington DC is overrun with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jubilant&lt;/span&gt; America. I just saw a student crying as she watched him on her lap top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As much as we need a new start in this country, we also need perspective. Some need the reminder that the fall from a high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pedestal&lt;/span&gt; is inevitable.  Many in this country have put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Barak&lt;/span&gt; Obama in an impossible situation. He is not allowed to fail in their estimation, but that is something he will surely do at some point. Will the cries of disallusionment match their joy today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He is clearly the darling of the media at this point. They are gushing over him like a mother over her new baby. Many are treating him as the second coming, the Messiah that will save our country. He has enormous power, energy, charisma, and ideas. He is also human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whether I agree with Obama politically or not, I've found myself feeling compassion for him. After the balls have ended and the pomp and circumstance is over, the real work begins. And the criticism will begin as well. He is going to have two American wars, a war in Israel/Gaza, a depressed economy and sky-high expectations to combat starting tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;None of these things will be magically fixed overnight, and Americans are not patient people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obama campaigned on a liberal agenda, but has been moving toward the center. This has angered some. You don't have to look any further than the prayers offered at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;inauguration&lt;/span&gt; to see that. He chose Rick Warren and angered the gay community. To appease them, he chose an openly gay Episcopal priest to offer prayers as well. I would much prefer that he stand by what he thinks is right. I'm all for "reaching across the aisle", but stand by your values.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The fact that Obama's inauguration comes on the day after Martin Luther King Day is not lost on me. I do think it's interesting, though, that African Americans identify so closely with him. Until he came to Chicago, he was at Columbia University (not exactly a multi-cultural environment), Occidental College (private, liberal arts college), Hawaii, and Indonesia. He was raised by white family members.  He does not seem to have a typically African American background. Yet, partly because of his skin color, he is seen by many as a champion to the African American community as a whole. Dr. King's speech emphasized making skin color a non-issue, and that people should be judged "by the content of their character and not the color of their skin." To me, voting for anyone because of their skin color proves that we have not completely fulfilled Dr. King's dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am in a "wait and see" mindset. I don't want him to fail--we can't afford that as a nation. Above all, he deserves our respect, prayer, and realistic expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-9218026543356934620?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/9218026543356934620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=9218026543356934620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/9218026543356934620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/9218026543356934620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2009/01/barak-obamas-beginning.html' title='Thoughts on Barak Obama&apos;s Beginning'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-149587999212389198</id><published>2009-01-16T12:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:21:15.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Didn't Know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until I met and married David, I never knew that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1. Cheap Trick has other good songs besides "The Flame."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. People still listen to Journey and they are still good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3. A man could love his pets so much! They are spoiled rotten!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4. Best Buy is its own planet. And it's a great planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5. Frye's Electronics in Dallas is apparently the mothership and it beckons its followers. I am married to a follower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And, that in a perfect world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6. Chicken fried steak would be its own food group and your body would need that food group at least once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7. Diet coke would come out the faucets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8. OSU would win the national championship in football, basketball, baseball and every other sport every year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;9. OU would NEVER win anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10. I never knew I could be so loved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-149587999212389198?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/149587999212389198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=149587999212389198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/149587999212389198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/149587999212389198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-i-didnt-know.html' title='Things I Didn&apos;t Know...'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-7156865126376345744</id><published>2008-12-02T11:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:26:11.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom from Caroline</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Caroline: "Sarah was alone and David was alone.  Then Sarah went out and found David. Then they got married.  And that's better.  Now Sarah is not alone and David is not alone.  They are a family."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Out of the mouths of babes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-7156865126376345744?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7156865126376345744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=7156865126376345744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/7156865126376345744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/7156865126376345744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2008/12/wisdom-from-caroline.html' title='Wisdom from Caroline'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-820439556846494577</id><published>2008-12-01T09:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:22:08.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday David!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, it's my honey's birthday! I'm so very blessed to share my life with him. Here is a short list of the ways he blesses my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. He puts my needs first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. He takes wonderful care of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. He compliments me on my appearance, cooking, and many other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. He has a tender heart toward me, children, and our pets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. He works hard and is always willing to help someone in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. He has a big smile that lights up the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. He is hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. He has a positive attitude even in frustrating situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. He is absolutely loyal to me, his friends, and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. He is easy going and so much fun to be around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are so many more! Happy Birthday, sweet husband. I love you so much! You are my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-820439556846494577?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/820439556846494577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=820439556846494577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/820439556846494577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/820439556846494577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-david.html' title='Happy Birthday David!'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-8412127452817953277</id><published>2008-12-01T09:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:14:13.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thankful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So many things!  Here is a short list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.   God loves me unconditionally and shows me so much grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2.   God loved me enough to give me a wonderful husband!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3.   My family is healthy and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4.   God is in control in all circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5.   My health is being restored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6.   I have a wonderful job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7.   I can celebrate a wonderful year of big changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8.   I have a great new church and I'm getting involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9.   I have wonderful friends.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. God has given David and I a wonderful future together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-8412127452817953277?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/8412127452817953277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=8412127452817953277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/8412127452817953277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/8412127452817953277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-thankful-for.html' title='I&apos;m thankful for...'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-1670093944560237664</id><published>2008-11-10T13:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:34:35.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I'd Rather Be Doing Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The temperature is in the 40s or low 50s.  It's raining.  The wind is blowing. It's a Monday.  I'm going to attempt to &lt;em&gt;narrow&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;the list&lt;/em&gt; of what I'd rather be doing down to 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.  Snuggle with my sweetie (number one on the list, no doubt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2.  Watch a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3.  Make chili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4.  Read a magazine or book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5.  Bake bread or cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6.  Sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7.  Watch daytime TV (hello, Oprah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8.  Sit at Panera and sip a cup of hot chocolate(with LOTS of real whipped cream)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9.  Take a long hot soak in the tub with my new bubble bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10.  Make Christmas plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-1670093944560237664?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/1670093944560237664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=1670093944560237664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/1670093944560237664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/1670093944560237664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-things-id-rather-be-doing-today.html' title='10 Things I&apos;d Rather Be Doing Today'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-7558586172611444471</id><published>2008-11-06T09:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:01:19.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance of Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since I now work in a United Methodist chapel office with a seminary next door, questions of faith have been swirling around in my head. I'm learning all kinds of new things, which bring up more questions, and so the cycle goes on and on. I'm surrounded by the church all week, so you would think that would provide an atomosphere for growth. Something has been missing, though, and I couldn't put my finger on it until just the other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Methodist church, and by extension OCU, do a great job in fulfilling the command that Jesus gave: "And the second is like it: love your neighbor as yourself", Matthew 22:39. I have seen great generosity here, and a deep concern for the poor. Social justice is a term I had not heard much before I came to OCU, but it is &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; issue of the day in my office and in the School of Religion in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What I've been missing in my life is going deeper in Jesus' first command, "Love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength." There is a reason why this command is listed first. I'm starting to understand that the only way we can truly love our neighbor as ourselves is to love God first. Out of the flow of living water that is coursing through us, we spill out into the lives of those around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is not an either/or proposition. We need both to really impact the world and to be faithful to our calling. Leave the second command to love our neighbor out, and we have a selfish, empty faith. Leave out the first, and we do good to others without sharing with them the ultimate healing for loneliness and poverty of the soul. All the good we do should be an expression of thankfulness to God for His love and a way for us to reflect that to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;With both commands in mind, this wonderful cycle will go on and on if we'll let it. I worked in a soup kitchen for the first time earlier in the year, and could see Jesus in the eyes of those I served. This led me to a profound thankfulness for God's love and faithfulness, which made me want to give again. Serving others draws me back to my knees to worship God, which sends me back to a hurting world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The fact that I seem to be missing this piece is really my fault. I could say that I've had a lot going on (true), that I'm coping with all the changes in my life (also true). The truth is that I haven't been very focused, and that's entirely on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To the ladies of my Bible study on Wednesday night, you are watering my soul in so many ways. Thank you for challenging me and accepting me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To my friend Anita, the Saint Paul seminary queen, thanks for listening to all the theological wrestling I'm doing. I'm learning a lot from you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To my wonderful husband David, your encouragement and quiet strength makes my world go 'round.  I love our life together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-7558586172611444471?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7558586172611444471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=7558586172611444471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/7558586172611444471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/7558586172611444471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2008/11/balance-of-faith.html' title='Balance of Faith'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-6488302935651222660</id><published>2008-10-30T12:30:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:02:48.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile Awards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today, I got a wonderful surprise...a smile award from Kristen. Thanks, beesh! Hope you enjoy a few words about some of the many people who make my life such a joy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Smile Award #1--My beesh, Kristen. Even though I haven't seen her smile in person in SO LONG, she has the ability to smile through the rain like no one else I know. She lands on her feet, gives worries the "whatever" shrug, and focuses on the positive--even when she has "sand in her circumstances". No wonder she's been my beesh for 19 years now! Everyone needs a Kristen in their lives. Check out her blog at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bluebottledesigns.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://bluebottledesigns.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and you can see my smile award from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Smile Award #2--M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SQnw35sGa2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/SS90cnuX-IQ/s1600-h/David+40th+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263002482728397666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SQnw35sGa2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/SS90cnuX-IQ/s400/David+40th+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;y husband, David. His big grin took up the whole doorway where I stood the first time I saw him in person. He lights up a room, and definitely lights up my life like no one ever has. Can you tell I'm in love? I almost deserve a smile award for how much he makes me smile! What a blessing he is to me and everyone who knows him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SQoMBj6XPgI/AAAAAAAAACw/FLJaT9lHYxQ/s1600-h/caroline+and+liv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smile Award #3--My nieces &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SQoMBj6XPgI/AAAAAAAAACw/FLJaT9lHYxQ/s1600-h/caroline+and+liv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SQoMM1i23xI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UOIb_RS65XI/s1600-h/caroline+and+liv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263032529207090962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SQoMM1i23xI/AAAAAAAAAC4/UOIb_RS65XI/s200/caroline+and+liv2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroline and Olivia. Their innocent sweet smiles melt my heart. P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lus, they give my sister fits half the time. I have to give them credit for that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SQoJyzYwSYI/AAAAAAAAACg/znjHau4ej_s/s1600-h/bennett.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263029882927991170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SQoJyzYwSYI/AAAAAAAAACg/znjHau4ej_s/s200/bennett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My nephew Bennett gets one, too, despite the fact that he's only a year old. Watch out little toddler girls...he's going to be a heartbreaker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Smile Award #4--My pinky posse (Laura, Candy, &amp;amp; Christi). They have the best &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SQoK2TmmZwI/AAAAAAAAACo/qMhO8CptNGw/s1600-h/pinkies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263031042627233538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SQoK2TmmZwI/AAAAAAAAACo/qMhO8CptNGw/s200/pinkies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;collective sense of humor I've ever seen. They will literally make your sides hurt and your face ache! For that, I give them a raised eyebrow, and a "Really?" for Candy, a "Seriously?" for Christi, and a "YOU ARE KIDDING!" for Laura. I love you Samantha, Carrie, and Miranda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK, maybe that's only 4 official smile awards, but it's for 8 people! Don't I have a lot of light in my life? God is surely smiling down on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Put your shine on someone else's day by giving them a smile award! Here are the rules, which of course I bent a little:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These are the rules for The Smile Award:&lt;br /&gt;1. The recipient must link back the the award’s creator.&lt;br /&gt;2. You must post these rules if you receive the award.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must chose 5 people to receive the award after receiving it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;4. You must fit the characteristics of the recipient of the award.&lt;br /&gt;5. You must post the characteristics of a recipient.&lt;br /&gt;6. You must create a post sharing your win with others.&lt;br /&gt;7. You must thank your giver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/5417977299690223403-6488302935651222660?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/6488302935651222660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=6488302935651222660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/6488302935651222660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/6488302935651222660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2008/10/smile-awards.html' title='Smile Awards'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SQnw35sGa2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/SS90cnuX-IQ/s72-c/David+40th+birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-2920225589582621583</id><published>2008-10-24T13:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:44:01.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Protest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We are expecting protesters tonight at OCU. They are the folks from Topeka, KS, who protest at soldiers' and Aids victim's funerals. They also protest against anything that has to do with homosexuality. That issue gives OCU the dubious honor of their visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The theater department is doing &lt;em&gt;The Laramie Project&lt;/em&gt;, a play based on the murder of a gay student in Laramie, WY, named Andrew Shepherd. OCU students have proclaimed today "Love Not Hate" day, and are wearing shirts that proclaim it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In 30 minutes or so, there will be a service put together by Spectrum (the gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender group on campus). The students are here setting up and have been so polite. I'll be running the sound system, so I'll be in the service. I'm curious, to say the least. When they made the reservation, they said that they wanted to have a service to say "God is Love" to counter the hate that was coming from the protesters later this evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One of the reasons I love working with college students is that they are very passionate! More than a few e-mails have gone out from the administration asking (pleading with?) the students to adopt the official campus response to the protesters--ignore them. Deny them the attention they seek. The students are planning a silent protest.  Can they be silent?  Will their passion and tempers get the better of them?  I pray not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In this most difficult issue, I will trust God that He is big enough to sort out who His children are and how they need to live. I'm looking at this as an opportunity to show all of our students love and hospitality. This doesn't change my thoughts on what scripture says about sexuality (gay and straight). Am I a little uncomfortable? Sure, I'll admit to that. But, I have a responsibility to God for my actions and my heart. God has enough grace to deal with the rest.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lord, enable me to reflect that grace, the very grace you've given me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-2920225589582621583?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2920225589582621583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=2920225589582621583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/2920225589582621583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/2920225589582621583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2008/10/protest-and-heaping-coals.html' title='Protest'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-2875774036422172616</id><published>2008-10-15T13:10:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:18:16.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Joys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SPZMvdf7_eI/AAAAAAAAACI/2496hLCzb9c/s1600-h/fall+leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257473993257778658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="273" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SPZMvdf7_eI/AAAAAAAAACI/2496hLCzb9c/s400/fall+leaves.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love fall! It has always been my favorite season. The others have their charms...dogwoods in the spring, warm summer nights, and snowy winter days, but nothing beats the cool, crisp air of fall. Fall means apples, sweaters, and football. Growing up in the Ozarks, fall also meant gorgeous vistas with a patchwork quilt of colorful trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is the first true day of fall here in Oklahoma City. The leaves aren't really turning yet, but that first blast of really cool weather is here. It's foggy and damp, just as a pre-Halloween day should be. There is something deep inside that clicks on days like today and makes me want to make mass quantities of chili. I can't explain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are so many small moments of joy to this time of year. I thought about that this past weekend as I held Olivia on my shoulders. She said gleefully, "I'm on top! I'm up on top!" as I swung her around. I know exactly what you mean, Liv! She was giggling in her sweet way, and Caroline was urging David to swing her again and again as she rode on his shoulders. We put them down and chased them around Aunt Betty's lawn, laughing. All was right with the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I missed some of the joy of fall last year during my long recovery from heart surgery. I didn't hike in the woods, cooked less of my fall favorites, and didn't feel quite as well as I do now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But, I did something new last fall: I fell in love with David! We had a wonderful time getting to know and love each other during my favorite time of year. I instantly loved his family as we spent the weekend in Stillwater for his college homecoming. He learned to call the Hogs as we cheered them on Fayetteville. We missed each other greatly as he served in Ukraine last October. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had one particularly special fall weekend last year. Our arms around each other, we walked through War Eagle Mill. We stopped for long hugs and romantic kisses. We asked others to take pictures of us, after trying self portraits with partial faces in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SPY6744GCtI/AAAAAAAAABg/BXbVVusL_Q4/s1600-h/fall+weekend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257454415555988178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="218" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SPY6744GCtI/AAAAAAAAABg/BXbVVusL_Q4/s400/fall+weekend.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257454729054415010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="253" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SPY7OIv8aKI/AAAAAAAAABo/qvJuhoCSmqg/s400/partial+faces.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We went to see the Razorbacks play South Carolina on a cold starry night and snuggled together. The leaves fell around us on Mount Sequoyah on that sunny Sunday afternoon. My heart broke, as it always did, when he had to return home. Something was growing between us, and, for the first time, I found myself dreaming about what could be between us in the future.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SPY5VdatxhI/AAAAAAAAABI/IiWRWajeJnM/s1600-h/mt+sequoyah.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257473280082808226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="229" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SPZMF8txjaI/AAAAAAAAACA/WSzj5Xy-72Y/s400/mt+sequoyah.jpg" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This year, we are going home to treasure just one fall weekend in the Ozarks. I can't wait to soak up the beauty, the crisp, clean air, and spend time with my family and friends. It will go by too quickly, but I will treasure every moment. Mom, put the chili on the stove and the cornbread in the oven. We're coming home!&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-2875774036422172616?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2875774036422172616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=2875774036422172616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/2875774036422172616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/2875774036422172616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-joys.html' title='Fall Joys'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SPZMvdf7_eI/AAAAAAAAACI/2496hLCzb9c/s72-c/fall+leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-5184393248400549378</id><published>2008-10-02T16:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:07:57.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankfulness</title><content type='html'>Some days, thankfulness alludes me. How can someone as blessed as I am shut my eyes to all that God has given me? And, yet, my abundant blessings remain ignored and unappreciated at times, like a doll from the Island of Misfit Toys that no one plays with anymore. This hardness of heart eats away at the joy within me until the world is gray and flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God, there are other days where thankfulness pervades everything. The sky is blue, the air is cool against your cheek. I greet the world with a smile and enthusiasm courses through your veins. The seasons change, and I notice God's world is splashed with color and creativity. This is one of those days. God seems to have laid it out in front of me and is smiling as He watches me enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful world God has given us. He wakes us in the morning and has our role in His kingdom prepared for the day. No one is insignificant. No role is too small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, give me a thankful heart to receive and appreciate your blessings, and perseverance to weather the trials that come. Thank you for the little things that show your love--a beautiful sunset, the changing of the seasons, a new friend. Help me join you in Your work and play my role well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 2:6-7, "So then, just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live in him,&lt;br /&gt;rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-5184393248400549378?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/5184393248400549378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=5184393248400549378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/5184393248400549378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/5184393248400549378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2008/10/thankfulness.html' title='Thankfulness'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-2281267655545026875</id><published>2008-10-01T10:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:33:29.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found the words to "His Eye is on the Sparrow"  that I refered to in my other post of the day.  I hope they are comforting to you, too, in this turbulent time in our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,&lt;br /&gt;Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heav’n and home,&lt;br /&gt;When Jesus is my portion? My constant Friend is He:&lt;br /&gt;His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;&lt;br /&gt;His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free,&lt;br /&gt;For His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,&lt;br /&gt;And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;&lt;br /&gt;Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;&lt;br /&gt;His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;&lt;br /&gt;His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,&lt;br /&gt;When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,&lt;br /&gt;I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;&lt;br /&gt;His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;&lt;br /&gt;His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-2281267655545026875?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/2281267655545026875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=2281267655545026875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/2281267655545026875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/2281267655545026875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-found-words-to-his-eye-is-on-sparrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-3429966255337618177</id><published>2008-10-01T09:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:44:11.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll stand up and say it: My name is Sarah and I'm a worrier. That's supposed to be the first step...admitting that you have a problem. Now that I'm on my way to self-fulfillment and healing, I'll air some of my worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Among others, I have financial worries. David and I were assigned homework to make a budget before our next financial peace class at church. Will we be on the same page? Will it stretch? Will everything be covered? Is there anything left for fun or saving toward big purchases down the road (future trip to Italy, new tires for the cars, a new roof)? What if we have an emergency? What if I get sick again and can't work? The more I think about it, the more scenarios flood my mind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can be a very tenancious and creative worrier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;David, in all his wisdom, tells me not to worry. Everything will work out. We'll be fine. I want to believe that, too. He must be wondering where his sunny, optimistic wife is. He is such a wonderful comfort,but the worries creep back in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Most of all, God is dealing with me about my lack of faith. All the verses I've ever read about worry are streaming through my mind, and still, I worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I want to make these truths play out in my daily life, but I seem to struggle against the practical things I see around me (bills, debts, etc.) versus faith that God will take care of us. I have had the song "His Eye is on the Sparrow" in my mind all day. May I remember that wonderful blessing everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank you, Lord, for everything you've given me. I am truly blessed. I have a wonderful husband, a nice home, and my needs met. Forgive my lack of faith and help me to be thankful. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hebrews 11:1 "Now faith is the substance of things hoped for , the evidence of things not seen. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Matthew 6:34 "Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Psalm 108:4 "Your love Oh, Lord, reaches to the nations. Your faithfulness reaches to the skies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-3429966255337618177?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/3429966255337618177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=3429966255337618177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/3429966255337618177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/3429966255337618177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2008/10/worry-much.html' title='Worry much?'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-4390251011779628834</id><published>2008-09-26T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:42:38.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I Know for Sure Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the grand tradition of Oprah, here's some stuff I know FOR SURE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. I am loved. By God. By David. By my family and friends. So loved...unconditionally, and with so much grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. I am in OCU for a purpose. Check out the blessing I received from a colleague and posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. God has a plan for my life. I didn't exactly plan the exhilirating roller coaster ride I've been on since 2004, but WOW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since 2004: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Met David &amp;amp; fell in love (what a miracle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Got married for the first time (what an incredible blessing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dad got cancer and went into remission (praise God!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Developed heart disease and had open heart surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Changed careers twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Moved twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Met all 3 of my pinky posse members (love you girls!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4. Life is good. Through all the changes, God has sent me waves of blessings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5. God's truth will always win in the end. Through all this adolescent, partisan wrangling that is going on with the politicians trying to save the economy (read: get or stay elected), God's truth will not be stopped. So, politicians and intensly political people...everyone go to your corner and take a deep breath. Do y'all need a nap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Stay tuned for more "Stuff I Know for Sure". And--comment and tell me what you know for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-4390251011779628834?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/4390251011779628834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=4390251011779628834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/4390251011779628834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/4390251011779628834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2008/09/stuff-i-know-for-sure-part-1.html' title='Stuff I Know for Sure Part 1'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-7148491764360201435</id><published>2008-09-26T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:43:38.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a blessing I received via e-mail from a colleague at OCU…May it be true of all of us today…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May today be all you need it to be. May the Peace of God and the freshness of the Holy Spirit rest in your thoughts, rule in your dreams tonight, and conquer all your fears. May God manifest Himself today in ways you have never experienced. May your joys be fulfilled, your dreams be closer, and your prayers be answered. I pray that faith enters a new height for you; I pray that your territory is enlarged. I pray for peace, healing, health,happiness, prosperity, joy, true and undying love for God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-7148491764360201435?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/7148491764360201435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=7148491764360201435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/7148491764360201435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/7148491764360201435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-blessing-i-received-via-e-mail.html' title='Blessing'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417977299690223403.post-5353034394803784219</id><published>2008-09-24T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:09:06.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's start at the very beginning...a very good place to start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah! I'm finally blogging! This reminds me of the scene in "What About Bob" where he's lashed to the sailboat screaming, "I sail! I'm a sailor!" Ok, so, "I blog! I'm a blogger!" I was resistant at first, but, hey, I resisted facebook too and most of you know where that got me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First, thanks to my friends whose blogs that I'm addicted to reading on a daily basis: Melby Toast (my best friend from college Kristen), Jamey and Norah (my good friend Karyn), Mayberry Happenings (my friend and sorta kinda neighbor Renee) and Jennsylvania (a hilarious author whose books I read in the bathtub).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Some of you know that I recently submitted an essay for a real writing contest! It's sponsored by Real Simple magazine. I want to crawl into Real Simple and live. I love it! The essay was supposed to be about the MOST SIGNIFICANT DAY OF YOUR LIFE. Having had so many wonderful and signficant events happen recently, I narrowed it down to my life-saving heart surgery. I'll keep you posted. First prize is $3,000 and publication in the magazine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5417977299690223403-5353034394803784219?l=sarahkrivy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/feeds/5353034394803784219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5417977299690223403&amp;postID=5353034394803784219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/5353034394803784219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5417977299690223403/posts/default/5353034394803784219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahkrivy.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-start-at-very-beginninga-very-good.html' title='Let&apos;s start at the very beginning...a very good place to start'/><author><name>Sarah's Hope</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578476023079004969</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvP522QRNo4/SNpvTBzK24I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vb5TlPvqBrw/S220/happy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
