<?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-4734646061582874927</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:37:39.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From the author's pen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-8113351764786644517</id><published>2011-01-04T22:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:30:33.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouragement for the journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well this is a long time coming. I haven't written since last year and so so much has changed in those missing blogged months. For starters, in May of last year my bf and I broke up, which left me heartbroken once again. All the progress I'd made with my working out and eating right really went out the window. I could feel myself quickly spiraling down but I wasn't sure how to stop. In the midst of a shattered heart, I continued to work full time until August came calling. I enrolled at the local University and nervously hopped I would be able to find a job. But just like always God came through right on time and supplied me with a job in the same area I'd been working in for the last five years. Looking back now, I realize the importance of those five years that helped me get this job. With everything in place, I settled into the routine of full time student and found that I truly enjoy it! If not for the grace of God I would never have been able to say that. He has helped me along the way and is continuing to help me as I enter my first semester as a Sophomore. And as I listened to a very wise speaker tonight I understand that the trials I had to endure last year, were tests to see what I knew and how strong I was. I feel at this point that I am stronger and know a little more than I did last year. Thank you Jesus that I can say that.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Habakkuk 3:17-19 says "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="versetext" id="hab3-17" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="versenum" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;17&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03588"&gt;Though&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;a name="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="strongs" sn="08384"&gt;fig&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="strongs" sn="08384"&gt;tree&lt;/span&gt; should not &lt;span class="strongs" sn="06524"&gt;blossom&lt;/span&gt; And &lt;span class="strongs" sn="0369"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; be &lt;span class="strongs" sn="0369"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a name="a"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="strongs" sn="02981"&gt;fruit&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span class="strongs" sn="01612"&gt;vines&lt;/span&gt;, Though the &lt;span class="strongs" sn="04639"&gt;yield&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;a name="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="strongs" sn="02132"&gt;olive&lt;/span&gt; should &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03584"&gt;fail&lt;/span&gt; And the &lt;span class="strongs" sn="07709"&gt;fields&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="strongs" sn="06213"&gt;produce&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03808"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="strongs" sn="0400"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;, Though the &lt;a name="3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="strongs" sn="06629"&gt;flock&lt;/span&gt; should be &lt;span class="strongs" sn="01504"&gt;cut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="strongs" sn="01504"&gt;off&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span class="strongs" sn="04356"&gt;fold,&lt;/span&gt; And &lt;span class="strongs" sn="0369"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; be &lt;a name="4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="strongs" sn="0369"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="strongs" sn="01241"&gt;cattle&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span class="strongs" sn="07517"&gt;stalls&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="versetext" id="hab3-18" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="versenum" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;18&lt;/span&gt; Yet I will &lt;a name="5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="strongs" sn="05937"&gt;exult&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03068"&gt;LORD&lt;/span&gt;, I will &lt;a name="6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="strongs" sn="01523"&gt;rejoice&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;a name="7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="strongs" sn="0430"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; of my &lt;span class="strongs" sn="03468"&gt;salvation&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="versetext" id="hab3-19" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="versenum" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;19&lt;/span&gt; The &lt;span class="strongs" sn="0136"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a name="b"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="strongs" sn="03068"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; is my &lt;a name="8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="strongs" sn="02428"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt;, And &lt;a name="9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He has &lt;span class="strongs" sn="07760"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span class="strongs" sn="07272"&gt;feet&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="strongs" sn="0355"&gt;hinds'&lt;/span&gt; feet, And makes me &lt;span class="strongs" sn="01869"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt; on my &lt;a name="10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="strongs" sn="01116"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="strongs" sn="01116"&gt;places&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="versetext" id="hab3-19" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; "&gt;What an awesome encouragement and challenge all within one small passage. The challenge is to Praise God in the bad times. When everything seems to be going wrong, when the future looks dark and bleak. That's when you need to rejoice in the Lord. It's easy to be happy and sing at the top of your lungs when everything is going your way, but the true test comes when you are going through a trial. Will you wallow in your sorrow or will you get off your woes and sing of the goodness and faithfulness of God? The encouragement contained in the passage is that the Lord is your strength. Oftentimes its easy to forget that God is strong enough for us to lean on. We try so hard to lean on ourselves, which in the end leads to disappointment, discouragement and doubt. But here God is speaking to us and reminding us that HE is our strength and when we rely on HIM, he will make our feet like hinds feet in high places. Now you ask what does that mean? Well Matthew Henry puts it this way,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then we shall be strong for spiritual warfare and work, and with enlargement of heart may run the way of his commandments, and outrun our troubles. And we shall be successful in spiritual undertakings." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And so I've found myself in this new year longing for more. More of God, more awareness of his love for me and those around me, more word, more passion...more. I want to be filled up to be poured out and I know that in this new season and chapter of my life, it is essential to surround myself with the things of God and really set myself apart for the work he has for me now. I want to be tested and tried so that when the bigger things he has for me come along I will be ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;So I purpose in my heart to love God more than I ever have before, to not wallow in how my life should have been or even dwell in self pity,doubt or what I don't have. But instead to praise God in every season and be a good steward of what he's already blessed me with. Learning to be content in every season as Paul says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;So I hope that if you are reading this, that you've been encouraged to run harder after God because in the end HE's all that matters! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Be blessed today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-8113351764786644517?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8113351764786644517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=8113351764786644517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/8113351764786644517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/8113351764786644517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2011/01/encouragement-for-journey.html' title='Encouragement for the journey'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-1135653463441365897</id><published>2010-06-22T15:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T15:12:06.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Season's</title><content type='html'>This hot June day finds me in a new season of life once again. This "new season" is probably one of the most difficult seasons I've had to walk through. And much like today it's a hot season that's requiring more out of me than ever before. I'm learning that I have a lot of pain inside that needs to be healed. This season is requiring a lot out of me and I hope that when I come through that I will be a better person for it. If you so desire, prayer would be awesome. Pray for healing in my life, and that God is able to do miraculous things inside of me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-1135653463441365897?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/1135653463441365897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=1135653463441365897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/1135653463441365897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/1135653463441365897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2010/06/seasons.html' title='Season&apos;s'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-3859386508969205932</id><published>2010-05-06T15:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T16:14:37.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May oh May...where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>Yay for May! :) The past several weeks have been busy busy. I'm currently in the midst of mothers day celebrations, birthdays, and graduations. My bf is getting ready to graduate with his RN degree. I'm so proud of him. He has come so far and studied his @$$ off! :) He defiantly deserves to be done. On top of graduating, he accepted a job locally and will start in June! Yay!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;April was full of ups and downs for me...I was told at the beginning of April that my job would be eliminated in August and that I was to be put on part time till then...thus I would loose my insurance. :( sad day..yeah. So I worked my piddly hours for April, even taking a day to go see friends I had been planning to see forever. I admit, I did enjoy being able to sleep a little extra during those days..then something amazing and God provincial happened...just as I was to loose my insurance, I was granted grace...I would come back on as full time until the end of August and therefore keep my insurance...thank you Jesus! :) So I am back to my old routine, which is awesome..I feel like myself again!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;May looks to be an adventure in and of itself. V (my bf's mom) and I have been putting together a scrapbook for my bf of his life...which has taken a long time. We are finally in the home stretch and hope to be done before next Saturday's graduation. In addition to scrapbooking, I'm working on a top secret gift for my bf that he is sure to like. ;) More details to come...and getting ready for the summer. If you don't know, my plans are to go back to school in the fall and I know that God will have the perfect job lined up for me. :) Thanks in advance Jesus. You're the best. &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Trust and believe. That's what I've been learning for the past few weeks. (Thank the Lord for godly friends who encourage and help you along the way, especially when you feel like you're world is caving in on itself!) I've been in a spiritual fight recently...and I've found myself having to dig deep to keep hold of relationships. And along the way, as I was straining and struggling and doing all I could to keep doing "everything I could do" I realized that God was already the victor and all he required me to do was trust and believe that what he said would happen, would indeed happen. It's been difficult for me to "let go" of those things I try so hard to do with my own strength..but God is teaching me that in my weakness he is strong! And so I feel my faith increasing in my lack of "everything I can do" allowing God to have his way, knowing that his way is always perfect and his timing is always right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this prayer day was one of going to higher places with God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-3859386508969205932?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/3859386508969205932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=3859386508969205932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/3859386508969205932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/3859386508969205932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-oh-maywhere-has-time-gone.html' title='May oh May...where has the time gone?'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-3836754062082137975</id><published>2010-03-19T15:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:18:11.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is comin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/S6PbpRFmenI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nSNE7r44cs0/s1600-h/4413918810_e24a95f2a3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/S6PbpRFmenI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nSNE7r44cs0/s320/4413918810_e24a95f2a3_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450441476056447602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The breeze tells of impending spring. It's right around the corner and I can taste it with the passing days. Today it's 65 degrees here, but it feels like a balmy 73. I love spring, it's my favorite, aside from my true love, fall. There's something about the rush of spring that causes my heart to swell. Spring is packed full of new life, not just in the natural but also in the spiritual. I believe that every spring brings a new season of life to the soul. The sweet air revives the spirit and what has laid dormant for a season begins to sprout. Seasons of hope, change, love, forgiveness, repentance, unity and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love spring, and I know that this new season is going to be an awesome time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-3836754062082137975?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/3836754062082137975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=3836754062082137975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/3836754062082137975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/3836754062082137975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-is-comin.html' title='Spring is comin&apos;'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/S6PbpRFmenI/AAAAAAAAAFg/nSNE7r44cs0/s72-c/4413918810_e24a95f2a3_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-5307179520944681567</id><published>2010-03-09T15:22:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:48:30.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love N the details</title><content type='html'>As promised I'm back with a full list of details from my birthday weekend. :) I know all my adoring fans are so excited...yeah right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I must state clearly that my man is very romantic and sweet. I couldn't have wished for a more perfect birthday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I took the day off in order to prepare for the big weekend. I "slept in" meaning I got up at 7AM to celebrate with the rents before they left for work. Having had enough sleep I stayed awake and lounged about the house pursuing the channels. About mid morning there was a knock on my door...still in my pj's I grabbed a jacket and answered unassumingly. At my doorstep were two elderly woman wanting to talk to me about the perilous times, and what I thought God thought about all of it. I kindly reassured them that I know Jesus and that I've been saved since I was a young child. They however, continued their attempt to  "try and convert me." Trying to be nice, I listened kindly and they finally left. A bit con fuddled I decided to hop in the shower, forgetting my promise to myself to workout. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2 I went to have my hair done. A rarity for me. Faye gave me a beautiful up-do complete with curls and braids. It was stunning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got dressed and was ready to go by 4:15. But the man wasn't picking me up till 5. Oh the torture! I sat for another 45mins before he showed up. Once there he made us wait till 5:20 before we could leave. I wondered what was up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceed east to a larger town close by. As we got closer to the city, he started pulling off the road to a little German restaurant we've been dying to try.  With an excited proclamation he said, "Welcome to surprise number one!" It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; best German food I've had since returning from Germany in 2001!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered our appetizer of bratwurst and spicy mustard. My meal was Rholen Schnitzel which is fried pork loin with sour cream poured over the top and a side of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; German potato salad! My man had Frickerdelin which is basically a spicy meatball. He also had a side of potato salad. Served with each meal was a classic hard German roll! :) It brought me back to Germany and everything I love about the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we ate, I received my gift. Inside a gift bag was a small box tied with ribbon...now I will pause for a second and tell you that I've never had a boyfriend...ever...so this was my very first official boyfriend gift! I was so excited my hands were shaking slightly. He had tied the box with a Tiffany blue and brown pok-a-dot ribbon...my favorite colors (so thoughtful). Inside the box was the most beautiful heart diamond necklace. As I gazed at the beautiful necklace, he proceeded to let me know that it added up to about a third a carrot. I have never had real diamonds, so when he said that I was floored...I couldn't stop smiling! How sweet of him not to mention extremely romantic...well to me! It was more than I had expected...and I was and still am very appreciative. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went in to the city and shopped around. We had dessert at a small local coffee shop and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day at 5:45 we left for Branson. We stopped for breakfast and then continued on our adventure. We arrived at The Butterfly Palace at 9:30. The Butterfly Palace is like a butterfly sanctuary...we got to walk among live butterflies and take pictures of them. They were beautiful, and the palace was peaceful. We rounded out our day at the landing and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the best birthday I've ever had! One that I won't forget! My man did an awesome job! :) That's only a little bit of the many reasons I love him! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough gushing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we're going back to the city and shopping! Excited! Have a blessed weekend and don't forget to Spring Forward on Saturday! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-5307179520944681567?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/5307179520944681567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=5307179520944681567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/5307179520944681567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/5307179520944681567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-n-details.html' title='Love N the details'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-7465562899497906470</id><published>2010-03-02T13:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:30:04.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday wishes</title><content type='html'>I'm 3 days out from my birthday! And I couldn't be more excited!!!! :) My man has been planning something fabulous for a month and a half. He's given me the clues but I haven't been able to figure them out, and although it's driving me crazy, I like not knowing. I love the thrill of a surprise! It makes all the planning you've done so worth it. I'll make sure to blog all the details later. &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Does the . . . bother you? It bothers my man. He hates it. I on the other hand love it. I wasn't sure exactly what it meant so I went to Wikipedia and here's what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ellipsis&lt;/b&gt; (plural &lt;b&gt;ellipses&lt;/b&gt;; from the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_language" title="Greek language"&gt;Greek&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;span lang="el" lang="el"&gt;ἔλλειψις&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;i&gt;élleipsis&lt;/i&gt;, "omission") is a mark or series of marks that usually indicate an intentional omission of a word or a phrase from the original text. An ellipsis can also be used to indicate a pause in speech, an unfinished thought, or, at the end of a sentence, a trailing off into silence (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aposiopesis" title="Aposiopesis"&gt;aposiopesis&lt;/a&gt;) (apostrophe and elipsis mixed). The ellipsis calls for a slight pause in speech.&lt;/p&gt; The most common form of an ellipsis is a row of three periods or full stops (...) or pre-composed triple-dot glyph (…).The way the ellipsis is supposed to be written is ". . ." with a space between each period, per new &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Modern_Language_Association" title="Modern Language Association"&gt;Modern Language Association&lt;/a&gt; (MLA) standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ellipsis is one of the favorite constructions of internet chat rooms, and has evolved over the past ten years into a staple of text-messaging. Though an ellipsis is technically complete with three periods (...), its rise in popularity as a "trailing-off" or "silence" indicator, particularly in mid-20th century comic strip and comic book prose writing, has led to expanded uses online. It has been used in new ways online, sometimes at the end of a message "to signal that the rest of the message is forthcoming." &lt;sup id="cite_ref-5" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ellipsis#cite_note-5"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, extended ellipsis of two, seven, ten, or even dozens of periods have become common constructions in internet chat rooms and text messages.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-dots_6-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ellipsis#cite_note-dots-6"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Often the extended ellipses indicate an awkward silence or a "no comment" response to the previous statement made by the other party. They are sometimes used jokingly or for emphatic confusion about what the other person has said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I find that very interesting... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;American Idol is on again tonight. I hope the girls will be a little better than last week. I wasn't impressed at all! Give us some good music girls!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last week on KLOVE, Lisa Willimas and Eric Allen did a week long special on The Five Love Languages by Dr. Gary Chapman. I've read this book off and on over the past 6 months, but had put it down to read other things. KLOVE posted a quiz online to find out your love language. Not to my surprise, I received the highest score of 12 for physical touch. I am a touchy kind of girl. :) But my man took the quiz and found out his love language is time. We both scored our second as words of affirmation, which is a good place to start. :) My man isn't a very touchy kind of guy. He shows his love in other ways...and I'm learning to appreciate those ways...speaking to each other in our love languages can be difficult sometimes, but I know that we love each other enough to make the effort. If you haven't read it or know anything about it, I encourage you to look it up...check it out at the library or buy it online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have a list about as long as the earth with places we want to travel to, and things we want to do before we die. Not really a bucket list but a life list of adventure we hope to have. We LOVE traveling and hope to make it a permanent part of our lives. We have places like Seattle, Boston, Chicago, California, Colorado, Minnesota, far away places like Germany, Switzerland, France, Italy, Russia, exotic places like Hawaii, India, South America, Greece, and so much more on our list. I can't wait to start traveling. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Do you have a list? If not I dare you to write down a few things you want to do before you die and see just how long that list gets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/4734646061582874927-7465562899497906470?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/7465562899497906470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=7465562899497906470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/7465562899497906470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/7465562899497906470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2010/03/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday wishes'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-8152401585652836307</id><published>2010-02-26T15:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T15:46:59.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood</title><content type='html'>Today for the first time, I gave blood to the Red Cross. I have forever had a fear of needles and the very thought of getting stuck with a needle would freak me out. But last year, that all changed. I was scheduled to have a health assessment, which I did not want in the least bit, when I was called to jury duty. Now if you know me, you know that sometimes things like jury duty can make me so nervous. But I didn't have a choice, so I went. As is usual for the standard proceedings, several people are called and then interviewed to see if he or she will be fit to be a juror for that case. As each name was called I prayed my name would not be among them. And to my relief it wasn't. But little did I know the proceedings didn't stop there. After several people had been dismissed, my name was drawn and I had the "privilege" to sit the seat closest to the person on trial. That was to this day one of the most uncomfortable things I've had to do. The case was awful. It was the sort of case that causes every fiber in your being to scream "RUN AWAY!" Verging on tears a break was called and I sat tense in the chair looking at the floor, wondering how I would get out of this. I had no reason to not be there. I was in good health and a job that would pay for me to be there. There was no way I would get out, no story I could come up with to get out of there. I was under oath after all. And suddenly I realized, I would rather be giving blood than sitting in this chair! And that's it! I was cured! I know I know. I'm so dramatic! But it worked for me. I ended up being dismissed and was so glad! The next day, I walked up the hill to get my health assessment with a smile on my face and confidence in my heart that what I was about to do was good, and right, and safe. Since that day, I've gone through another health assessment and today gave blood! I overcame my fear and by doing so, I will be able to save at least 3 lives with my blood. How awesome!&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of the sacrifice that Jesus gave. He gave ALL his blood so that I might be saved. What an awesome thing! May I ever be thankful of the blood work he did that day so I could stand here today! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-8152401585652836307?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8152401585652836307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=8152401585652836307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/8152401585652836307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/8152401585652836307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2010/02/blood.html' title='Blood'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-6703571489371390145</id><published>2010-02-25T15:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:51:03.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>I love music. The effects music has on people, be it sad, happy, crazy...etc. is interesting. A song about loss can cause you to cry while at the same time, a song about how awesome life is can make you want to dance. Music affects my life in ways I don't even recognize. Sitting in a coffee shop, eating dinner, walking through a store, working out...music is everywhere. I wake up with a song in my head and go to sleep with a different one playing on and on over my brain waves. I simply would be lost without music. When I'm working out in the mornings, lifting weights or repetitiously running on the elliptical machine, a renewed energy comes to me each time a song comes on I know. Of course a good beat always helps...&lt;br /&gt;I love a good lyric. But then again I am a lyric kind of girl. :) But an inspiring lyric can stir emotions in me I can't express with words. I love how music can take me to a place where no word/words can describe. It's simply amazing. But the best part about music is the author of music. I love how one simple song can transform an atmosphere...it can transcend ages, one song can take you to a place of complete surrender, total abandon, and renewed love for the creator of music. I love that he formed in my heart a passion for his creation and gave me the ability to voice it through simply opening my lungs and breathing in and out. What an amazing God, who could take nothing and form it into something, who can take a piece of clay and turn it into platinum. Only he can cause a rock to spring water, and part a sea so his kids could get to the other side. I love that he's so loving towards his kids that in order to keep us with him always he gave himself showing a selfish world how to live selflessly. I love that he did all this and still takes the time to sing over me each day. He puts music in my life as a constant reminder of his love for me. He can use a lyric to teach me to be grateful, or to listen, or remind me just how much he loves and cares for me. I love how one simple love song back to him can take me to his throne room. Simply put, I love music. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I keep from singing&lt;br /&gt;~Chris Tomlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an endless song&lt;br /&gt;Echoes in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I hear the music ring&lt;br /&gt;And though the storms may come&lt;br /&gt;I am holding on&lt;br /&gt;To the rock I cling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I keep from singing Your praise&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever say enough&lt;br /&gt;How amazing is Your love&lt;br /&gt;How can I keep from shouting Your name&lt;br /&gt;I know I am loved by the King&lt;br /&gt;And it makes my heart want to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will lift my eyes&lt;br /&gt;In the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;For I know my Savior lives&lt;br /&gt;And I will walk with You&lt;br /&gt;Knowing You'll see me through&lt;br /&gt;And sing the songs You give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I keep from singing your praise?&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever say enough, how amazing is your love?&lt;br /&gt;How can I keep from shouting your name?&lt;br /&gt;I know i am loved by the king,&lt;br /&gt;And it makes my heart want to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sing in the troubled times&lt;br /&gt;Sing when I win&lt;br /&gt;I can sing when I lose my step&lt;br /&gt;And fall down again&lt;br /&gt;I can sing 'cause You pick me up&lt;br /&gt;Sing 'cause You're there&lt;br /&gt;I can sing 'cause You hear me, Lord&lt;br /&gt;When I call to You in prayer&lt;br /&gt;I can sing with my last breath&lt;br /&gt;Sing for I know&lt;br /&gt;That I'll sing with the angels&lt;br /&gt;And the saints around the throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can find a song that speaks to you as this one does to me. Have a happy Thursday! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-6703571489371390145?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/6703571489371390145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=6703571489371390145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/6703571489371390145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/6703571489371390145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2010/02/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-8783532498615351913</id><published>2010-02-24T15:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T15:48:58.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night &amp; Birthday's</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I received a call notifying me that I would get to see my bf, which is unusual due to his hectic school schedule. He is currently in his last semester and will graduate in May! For me to see him on a week night is very rare these days, but he had a free night so he chose to spend it with me; to which I am grateful! We spent our evening making dinner, watching American Idol and getting dessert from Starbucks. Nothing fancy, but I find simple pleasure in just being with him.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming up soon... next week to be exact, and I.am.so.excited! He has something planned for us and I can't wait to see what it is! :) He's given clues but my mind obviously doesn't work like his because I can't put them together to figure it all out. For those of you that are curious the clues are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60's&lt;br /&gt;Onion&lt;br /&gt;Peru&lt;br /&gt;Guns n' Roses&lt;br /&gt;Bambi (the movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to me none of these go together...it's like trying to make a gourmet meal with pickles and ice cream..I guess I'll know soon enough how they all fit together.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;In 2008, as a Christmas present, I wrote a short story for a friend. I recently found the story and tweaked it a bit. I was so excited about the story I decided to start another. I'm not sure where this will lead or if it will go anywhere but I'm excited to start something new and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;I love poetry. I love Maya Angelou. Here is my favorite poem by Maya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In and out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun has come&lt;br /&gt;The mist has gone&lt;br /&gt;We see in the distance&lt;br /&gt;Our long way home.&lt;br /&gt;I was always yours to have&lt;br /&gt;You were always mine.&lt;br /&gt;We have loved each other in and out of time.&lt;br /&gt;When the first stone looked up at the blazing sun&lt;br /&gt;and the first tree struggled up from the forest floor&lt;br /&gt;I had loved you more&lt;br /&gt;You freed your braids...&lt;br /&gt;gave your hair to the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;It hummed like a hive of honey bees.&lt;br /&gt;I reached in the mass for the sweet honey comb there&lt;br /&gt;God...how I loved your hair.&lt;br /&gt;You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;Lost, injured, hurt by chance&lt;br /&gt;I screamed to the heavens..loudly screamed..&lt;br /&gt;Trying to change our nightmares to dreams...&lt;br /&gt;The sun has come&lt;br /&gt;The mist has gone&lt;br /&gt;We see in the distance our long way home&lt;br /&gt;I was always yours to have&lt;br /&gt;You were always mine&lt;br /&gt;We have loved each other in and out&lt;br /&gt;in and out&lt;br /&gt;in and out&lt;br /&gt;of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Maya Angelou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a moving poem. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-8783532498615351913?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8783532498615351913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=8783532498615351913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/8783532498615351913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/8783532498615351913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2010/02/last-night-birthdays.html' title='Last Night &amp; Birthday&apos;s'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-4566239931419361699</id><published>2010-02-22T14:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T14:20:28.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day Another blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/S4LmOZ5Kv_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/zRJwT7H7ynQ/s1600-h/16844_1209046144883_1190580013_30536228_3197327_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/S4LmOZ5Kv_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/zRJwT7H7ynQ/s320/16844_1209046144883_1190580013_30536228_3197327_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441164434960203762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend was filled with laughter and fun. Friday was spent with family celebrating my cousin's birthday. He turned the young age of 14 and was less than enthusiastic about sharing his birthday with family, as one would expect from any 14 year old boy. While he ventured off to a basketball game, the rest of us had a grand time playing the game of Things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a lazy day. I spent the day with my man in the city. We went to stores we don't normally visit, as well as all the usual places. Seafood consumption rounded out dinner along with pleasant conversation. Dessert was a must but not until dinner had a chance to digest. So we ventured to Sam's club to roam about while we waited. When the time finally came, we drove to a quaint coffee shop and had the most decedent desserts washed down with savory water, before heading back home to pick up a friend. We finished the evening with a close friend, playing card games and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came quickly and before I knew it conflict was upon our group in a torrent. As few struggled to find their barrings, I raced to find solace and clarity in the moment. Needing Jesus to come rescue what had been torn apart, we silently bowed our heads as I offered up a plea for peace and understanding. The rest of the day was spent baking, cleaning and organizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week holds nothing unusual. However, as I've learned, each day is a new chance for an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, I've lost 50lbs! This has been a work in progress that hasn't been easy but I love the reward of finally realizing a dream! :) I have another 100lbs that I would like to loose, making the overall goal -150lbs. It feels good to finally have the 50 off! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is my birthday and I'm excited about spending it with my man! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-4566239931419361699?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/4566239931419361699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=4566239931419361699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/4566239931419361699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/4566239931419361699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-day-another-blog.html' title='Another day Another blog'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/S4LmOZ5Kv_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/zRJwT7H7ynQ/s72-c/16844_1209046144883_1190580013_30536228_3197327_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-710256343307707347</id><published>2010-02-19T11:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:59:58.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back! Well for today...</title><content type='html'>I'm such an inconsistent blogger! Sorry people. Oh well, I'm sure no one really reads this blog so it's mainly for my benefit. :) Today I received flowers from and anonymous person, and I was so excited! :) They are pink roses and lily's, very spring like. I love flowers. They have a way of making me smile constantly.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been contemplating what I should do with my life, and I've come to a conclusion. After several long years of taking night college, I've decided to try earning my degree online. I'm not exactly sure what all that will entail or how to even go about it, but I've made up my mind and I'm going to get a degree! Yay me. Now you might wonder why I don't have one and my ripe old age of 24, but there is good reason. For so long one of my many dreams had been to be a stay at home mom. Ahem..I'm not married nor do I have children..so that dream was a long way off. So it was time to get motivated and do something in the mean time. Although I still want to be a sahm I know that in these times in order for families to stay afloat, it's a imperative that both parents work outside the home. So I'm going "back" to school! I know the direction I will be taking as far as my major but don't wish to reveal it here... so wish me luck as I pursue this endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;In other news...which is a long time coming, we finally finished our CD and released it in July of last year! It was a big success for us. We sold over 100 CD's to friends and family. The finished product was beautiful! We still have CD's for sale if you would like to purchase one contact me at paulandtiffanycd@yahoo.com. They are $10.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;We have been leading worship since last July as well. It's been rough going but it's getting better. Leading, as I'm quickly learning, is no walk in the park. It's hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now life is good. I'm learning to be thankful in all situations and not complain. I have much to be thankful for! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-710256343307707347?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/710256343307707347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=710256343307707347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/710256343307707347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/710256343307707347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-back-well-for-today.html' title='I&apos;m back! Well for today...'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-8475436604056883229</id><published>2009-05-23T00:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:46:35.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Romance with the King</title><content type='html'>So I'm really uninspired at the moment. However I am attempting to post something intelligent if not coherent. Somewhere deep inside of me lies the potential book. Of what the subject will contain, I have not a clue. But what I do know is that I enjoy writing on occasion. I've written several short stories, many many songs, and a couple dozen poems. So know when I say I like to write, I really mean it. But I've come to realize something that I didn't quite have a grasp of until recently. There are several times when writing is so quick and easy for me, and other times when I can't write a darn thing. I guess that's what you would call writers block? I'm not sure. Anyhow, songs come more naturally as I'm prone to be musically inclined. It seems though, that I haven't written in a very long time, thus the need to force myself to post this even in my half asleep state. My hope is to write every night of my vacation, which is soon. I pray that I find solace in the one who has captured my heart and that he will give me rest and direction for my life, as well as the ability to write as though I've never written before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our CD is coming along. We are finally in step two of our three step process. My initial hope was to have the project completed by the end of this month. However, our photography shoot wasn't scheduled till the middle of April, leaving us no time to get the pictures to the graphic artist before the beginning of May. The woman who took our pictures, was awesome! She went to all our crazy locations and shot over 600 pictures of us. She was such a trooper! Currently she is working to edit them. Once that is done, we will send the pictures to our graphic artist who will layout the pictures as well as the lyrics for the CD booklet. After that will be step three in which we produce the whole package!!! And once all of that is done, it will finally be ready to be sold to the masses!!!! Ok maybe not the masses, but to all those people who have been waiting since January for a CD, and in some cases, those who have waited practically our whole lives for this moment. Haha...funny I say that because that is the title of our CD...spoiler alert!! Our CD will be called This Moment! :) It will contain 12 origianl songs and one amazing song by an awesome girl named Audrey Lena Baughman. I was so excited to learn that she was willing to share her song with us. The day we met her, I felt like I was meeting someone famous...c'mon I'd only seen/heard her on myspace and from what I'd heard, it was like she was famous...Ok maybe only in my mind. Anyway, she is an awesome person and it was a steller time recording with her. Thanks Audrey! You rock my face off! :) not litterally...&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading the book Captivating. It's been an eye opener, explaining things about my heart and emotions that God placed within me. Things that God longs to repair inside of us that often get ripped apart as little girls. I'm learning to love deeper than I ever have before. I'm learning that trust is not easy, but so essential to our existence. I'm also slowly learning that the God of the universe is in love with me. Not just oh I love you because I have to, or Jesus loves me this I know...but truly, deeply, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; love with me. That has been hard to understand. I guess because we are taught to think otherwise; we are taught to believe that he's out to get us and that if we can't be exactly perfect that he's going to write us off forever. But that's not what God says. As women, he, the King, is enthralled with our beauty. That he loves to sing over us. He passionatly loves us with an unending, undying love. And to know that someone, the only true on that matters, desires me, longs for me, and wants me, somehow gives my soul solace and satisfaction. He's beginning to heal my heart in places I didn't know needed to be healed. He's bringing new life to my soul and changing me once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus your beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Divine Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phil Wickham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fullness of Your grace is here with me&lt;br /&gt;The richness of Your beauty’s all I see&lt;br /&gt;The brightness of Your glory has arrived&lt;br /&gt;In Your presence God, I’m completely satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For You I sing I dance&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice in this divine romance&lt;br /&gt;Lift my heart and my hands&lt;br /&gt;To show my love, to show my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deep deep flood, an Ocean flows from You&lt;br /&gt;Of deep deep love, yeah it’s filling up the room&lt;br /&gt;Your innocent blood, has washed my guilty life&lt;br /&gt;In Your presence God I’m completely satisfied&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-8475436604056883229?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8475436604056883229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=8475436604056883229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/8475436604056883229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/8475436604056883229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2009/05/divine-romance-with-king.html' title='Divine Romance with the King'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-7220260116415839296</id><published>2009-04-20T15:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:44:06.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Young-Old Love</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my boss' wedding reception. Two years ago, her husband of 34 years died unexpectedly. He was a wonderful guy and she was devastated to loose him. As her journey through grief progressed, she found herself being healed and comforted.&lt;br /&gt;  One blistery winter night, six months later, she ran into a long lost friend. He had been ringing the salvation army bell at the local walmart. His innocent inquiry about her husband was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. In February of this year, I received a call in which she informed me that they had run away to get married. (I guess you're never too old to be young again!) I asked how her three grown children would respond, to which she giddily told me of their approval. Yesterday marked the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;celebration&lt;/span&gt; of their union, with guests by the dozen coming to congratulate them.&lt;br /&gt;   Seeing their sincere love for each other makes not only my heart but my mouth smile. She has been lucky in love twice and he once. The best part of this story is that he has never been married. He waited 65 years before he gave his heart. And I believe in the cool mornings he quietly thanks the Father in Heaven for bestowing such a wonderful woman in whom to trust his heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-7220260116415839296?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/7220260116415839296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=7220260116415839296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/7220260116415839296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/7220260116415839296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2009/04/young-old-love.html' title='Young-Old Love'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-401788344144963226</id><published>2009-04-17T15:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:23:29.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarf Craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/Sejpab-3i1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/m-WZBAQiE_s/s1600-h/scarf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/Sejpab-3i1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/m-WZBAQiE_s/s320/scarf3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325763199762926418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I must admit. I've given in to the "scarf-in-non-winter" look. Yesterday I took my best friend out to celebrate her last day working at the Penny. We ended up at Maurices where I decided on a whim to purchase a thin purple-white dyed neck adornment. I was excited to say the least about my new scarf and wore it to work today. I discovered that cloth around my neck might not be so conducive for my hot work environment. I do, however, think I can pull it off. Sometimes it pays to try new trends.Up next on my crazy purchase list is a hat. I know. I know. I'm sooo crazy! But for me these things are rare..and I'm starting to really enjoy new trends. I'm also currently on the hunt for yellow flats.&lt;br /&gt;Along with my scarf purchase, I bought a blue dyed skirt. I love it and can't wait to wear it. It's the perfect summer skirt. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...go buy a scarf... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/PETERS%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-401788344144963226?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/401788344144963226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=401788344144963226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/401788344144963226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/401788344144963226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2009/04/scarf-craze.html' title='Scarf Craze'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/Sejpab-3i1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/m-WZBAQiE_s/s72-c/scarf3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-2268968734768364408</id><published>2009-02-04T15:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:54:09.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Questions</title><content type='html'>Here is a little questionair I found on another blog. It looked like fun, thus I posted it. :) Feel free to copy and paste on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things you’ve already done: &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Things you want to do: &lt;em&gt;italicise&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Things you haven’t done and don’t want to: leave in plain font&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Played in a band (Lead singer counts right?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Visited Hawaii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Watched a meteor shower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;em&gt;Been to Disneyland&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Sang a solo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;em&gt;Visited Paris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;em&gt;Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;em&gt;Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;em&gt;Adopted a child&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning (who would want this?)&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;em&gt;Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;em&gt;Grown your own vegetables&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;em&gt;Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;em&gt;Slept on an overnight train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;em&gt;Built a snow fort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;em&gt;Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;em&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;em&gt;Been on a cruise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;em&gt;Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;em&gt;Seen an Amish community&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;em&gt;Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;em&gt;See Michelangelo’s David&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;em&gt;Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;em&gt;Visited Africa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;em&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;em&gt;Had your portrait painted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;em&gt;Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 49. &lt;em&gt;Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;em&gt;Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;em&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;strong&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;strong&gt;Gone to a drive-in theatre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. &lt;em&gt;Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;em&gt;Started a business&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;em&gt;Visited Russia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;em&gt;Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;strong&gt;Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;em&gt;Gone whale watching&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;strong&gt;Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;em&gt;Flown in a helicopter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;em&gt;Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;em&gt;Pieced a quilt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. &lt;em&gt;Stood in Times Square&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. &lt;strong&gt;Been fired from a job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. &lt;em&gt;Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;strong&gt;Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;em&gt;Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;em&gt;Published a book&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. &lt;em&gt;Visited the Vatican&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;em&gt;Bought a brand new car&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. &lt;em&gt;Walked in Jerusalem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. &lt;strong&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Kissed a stranger at midnight on New Year’s Eve&lt;br /&gt;86. &lt;em&gt;Visited the White House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;strong&gt;Had chickenpox &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;strong&gt;Met someone famous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;strong&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;em&gt;Had a baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. &lt;em&gt;Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;strong&gt;Owned a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;strong&gt;Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.&lt;strong&gt;Dyed your hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-2268968734768364408?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2268968734768364408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=2268968734768364408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/2268968734768364408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/2268968734768364408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2009/02/100-questions.html' title='100 Questions'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-4856866980299629613</id><published>2009-01-13T15:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:33:08.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Beauty</title><content type='html'>So I am such a girl. I so emotional sometimes, and I have a tendency to wear my heart on my sleeve. Sometimes I wish I would think before I speak...note to self: work on filter in brain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could not be so emotionally attached to certain people..life would be much easier for my heart. Oh but where would the fun be in that......so I take it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But alas, I am in love and am not ashamed to say it people! I will love this person until the day I die. And by love I mean deep, raw, unashamed, pure, crazy, happy love them. *You know who you are* Even if you are never moved to feel the same way about me, I had to admit it to myself, and well...the world for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I said it. I feel so much better. I knew I was nearing the cliff, but I just haven't had the guts to jump off...to take an adventure, with all it's twists, turns, upside downs, and over the tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how much I loved you until the other day when you said the most magnificent thing. *ask me later* ...sorry to all you avid readers I only put so much out here... And I literaly said to God, "Oh my...God, I love this man." Truly and utterly love him. Through thick and thin, up and down, good and bad. We are like an old married couple. And if I never get to experience the joy of marriage I will be ok because he has shown me what love really does look and feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for journeying this far with me, for always being consious of my heart and feelings, and for being the only man to truly see the good in me. For that I will always appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically all that code is to say that I'm jumping, and it would be amazing if you wanted to jump with me...however, like I said I will understand if you like where you are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to another point....last one...&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of risks and jumping and crazy dreams. What a boring life it would be if we didn't jump every now and then, just to see where we landed.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-4856866980299629613?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/4856866980299629613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=4856866980299629613' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/4856866980299629613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/4856866980299629613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2009/01/different-beauty.html' title='Different Beauty'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-5122938051659789952</id><published>2009-01-04T22:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:31:28.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SWGMvYKSDaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Mbw-ioQ4G24/s1600-h/BIG_RED_HEART_PAPER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287662183076990370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SWGMvYKSDaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Mbw-ioQ4G24/s320/BIG_RED_HEART_PAPER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today, if you haven't already, contemplate &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. How you know love, how you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;feel love&lt;/span&gt;, how you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;show love&lt;/span&gt;, how you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;practice love&lt;/span&gt;, how you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;give love&lt;/span&gt;. Love, my friends, is a powerful thing...it's an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;addiction&lt;/span&gt; that everyone feeds. People that find themselves unloved often go &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;. What is the act of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;love?&lt;/span&gt; Who do you love? What do you love? Why do you love? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;Who created love?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-5122938051659789952?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/5122938051659789952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=5122938051659789952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/5122938051659789952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/5122938051659789952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2009/01/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SWGMvYKSDaI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Mbw-ioQ4G24/s72-c/BIG_RED_HEART_PAPER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-9039158695125600898</id><published>2009-01-01T22:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:25:06.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SV2W9p4BNnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AHmd8OKcNx0/s1600-h/WAKEUP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SV2W9p4BNnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AHmd8OKcNx0/s320/WAKEUP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286547523559831154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hi friends.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently stuck on the below song! It's amazing! If you would like to hear it you may do one of the two or better yet do both! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Go to www.youtube.com and type in Beautiful by Gateway Worship and it should be the second option in your video selection.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Go to the store and purchase the CD Gateway Worship Wake Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me if you like worship music designed to usher you into the presence of God, this is sure to move you there quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the lyrics for you to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here before Your altar&lt;br /&gt;I am letting go of all I've held&lt;br /&gt;Of every motive, every burden&lt;br /&gt;Everything that's of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to wait on You, my God&lt;br /&gt;I just want to dwell on who You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, beautiful oh I am lost for more to say&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, beautiful oh Lord, You're beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Your presence&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid of brokenness&lt;br /&gt;To wash Your feet, with humbled tears&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I would be poured out till nothing's left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to wait on You, my God&lt;br /&gt;I just want to dwell on who You are, You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, beautiful oh I am lost for more to say&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, beautiful oh Lord, You're beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy, Holy, Holy, You are, You are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-9039158695125600898?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/9039158695125600898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=9039158695125600898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/9039158695125600898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/9039158695125600898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SV2W9p4BNnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/AHmd8OKcNx0/s72-c/WAKEUP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-2328594089056832155</id><published>2008-11-11T15:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:47:51.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SRn4nVyFrpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/r8k_IIG6GCY/s1600-h/butterfly_kisses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267514593932324498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SRn4nVyFrpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/r8k_IIG6GCY/s320/butterfly_kisses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The song &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Butterfly Kisses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; holds special meaning for me. The song became popular around the time I was 12. Every &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; before going to school, we would listen to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;christian&lt;/span&gt; radio station (KOBC 90.7). They would have local listeners call in and announce birthdays for that day. For my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;13th birthday&lt;/span&gt;, as a surprise, my dad called the station and dedicated this song to me. It was sweet and of course I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cried&lt;/span&gt;. Ten years later, I still get &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sentimental&lt;/span&gt; every time I hear the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;butterfly kisses&lt;/span&gt; - Fluttering one's eyelashes on someone's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;skin&lt;/span&gt; so they just feel the tickling &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sensation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;two things&lt;/span&gt; I know for sure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She was sent here from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt; and she's daddy's little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;drop &lt;/span&gt;to my knees by her bed at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I thank God for all the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh, but most of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For butterfly &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;kisses&lt;/span&gt; after bed time prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sticking little &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;white flowers&lt;/span&gt; all up in her hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I know the cake looks &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;, Daddy, but I sure tried."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh with all that I've done &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I must have done something right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;deserve&lt;/span&gt; a hug every morning and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Butterfly kisses at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sweet 16 today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She's looking like her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mama&lt;/span&gt; a little more everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One part &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;, the other part girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;perfume&lt;/span&gt; and make-up from ribbons and curls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Trying her wings out in a great &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big world&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But I remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sticking &lt;/span&gt;little white flowers all up in her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"You know how much &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;, Daddy, But if you don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I'm only gonna kiss you on the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cheek &lt;/span&gt;this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"With all that I've done wrong I must have done something right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To deserve &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;her love&lt;/span&gt; every morningand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Butterfly&lt;/span&gt; kisses at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;All the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt; time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Like the wind, the years go by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Precious butterfly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Spread&lt;/span&gt; your wings and fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She'll change her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She'll make a promise and I'll give her away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Standing in the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bride-room&lt;/span&gt; just staring at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She asked me what I'm thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and I said "I'm not sure-I just feel like I'm losing my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"She &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;leaned &lt;/span&gt;over...gave me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Butterfly kisses with her mama there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sticking little white flowers all up in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;her hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Walk my down the aisle, Daddy-it's just about time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Does my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wedding gown&lt;/span&gt; look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don't cry!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh, with all that I've done wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I must have done something right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To deserve her love &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;every morning&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Butterfly kisses-I couldn't ask &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; for more, man this is what&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; is.&lt;br /&gt;I know I gotta let her go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But I'll &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;always remember&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Every hug in the morning and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Butterfly kisses&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-2328594089056832155?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2328594089056832155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=2328594089056832155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/2328594089056832155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/2328594089056832155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2008/11/butterfly-kisses.html' title='Butterfly Kisses'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SRn4nVyFrpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/r8k_IIG6GCY/s72-c/butterfly_kisses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-4749162819277585276</id><published>2008-10-01T23:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:17:13.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 step program via Romans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SORYVlpuROI/AAAAAAAAADA/38tBm71yQdo/s1600-h/tiog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252420193328448738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SORYVlpuROI/AAAAAAAAADA/38tBm71yQdo/s320/tiog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is Our God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freely you gave it all for us&lt;br /&gt;Surrendered your life upon that cross&lt;br /&gt;Great is your love&lt;br /&gt;Poured out for all&lt;br /&gt;This is Our God&lt;br /&gt;Lifted on high from death to life&lt;br /&gt;Forever our God is glorified&lt;br /&gt;Servant and King&lt;br /&gt;Rescued the World&lt;br /&gt;This is Our God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So recently I have been reading in Romans in The Message, which I recommend to those who like variety. It's been so rich and refreshing to my soul. Very much needed for my spiritual growth. As I was reading the beginning of Romans (chapters 1-5) God began to show me a 3 step process that can be used in any situation. The &lt;em&gt;first&lt;/em&gt; step is to Believe (1-3). "...God's law is not something alien, imposed on us from without, but woven into the very fabric of our creation. There is something deep within them that echoes God's yes and no, right and wrong." We have to Believe in God, believe that he saved us for a reason, believe what He has spoken to us through his word, believe that he lives inside of us and that he is at work within us. The &lt;em&gt;second&lt;/em&gt; step is to Trust (4). "...the one who trusts God to do the putting-everything-right without insisting on having a say in it is one fortunate man." It is so important that we trust God with everything. We have to trust that he will do what he said he would do, trust that he loves us and is taking care of us. Trust that his will is good, just, right and perfect. Trust is not always easy, but who better to trust than the one who will never leave us or forsake us, the one who gave his life so we could live, the one who always keeps his word, and never pushes us away? I trust him because he holds my world in his hand. This brings us to our &lt;em&gt;third &lt;/em&gt;step, which is to be Patient (5). "We continue to shout our praise even when we're hemmed in with troubles, because we know how troubles can develop passionate patience in us, and how that patience in turn forges the tempered steel of virtue, keeping us alert for whatever God will do next..." We must wait upon him. His timing is always perfect, because he can see the whole picture. He works all things together for the good of those who love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to re-cap here are the steps once again...just in case you missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Believe&lt;br /&gt;2.Trust&lt;br /&gt;3.Be Patient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus came to earth, lived a perfect exemplary lifestyle, teaching us the way to his Father. He took the sins of the world upon his shoulders, and died so that we might live. But he didn't remain dead. He rose again the third day and sits at the right hand of God. But more importantly, he lives inside of those who love and believe in him. He's not just a Sunday morning God, he's The God who loves us more than we will ever be able to comprehend. He desires to have a relationship with us on a daily basis. And just as Paul wrote in Romans, God created us to believe in him, to trust him, and to wait (be patient) upon him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-4749162819277585276?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/4749162819277585276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=4749162819277585276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/4749162819277585276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/4749162819277585276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-step-program-via-romans.html' title='3 step program via Romans'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SORYVlpuROI/AAAAAAAAADA/38tBm71yQdo/s72-c/tiog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-6933866239340060782</id><published>2008-09-11T15:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:03:21.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographs and Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SMmL0C7LdNI/AAAAAAAAACw/iF636pUlGD8/s1600-h/iwo-9-11-final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244876967304197330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SMmL0C7LdNI/AAAAAAAAACw/iF636pUlGD8/s320/iwo-9-11-final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how an old photo can cause a flood of memories. It's amazing how much emotion we tie to certain events in our lives. Just like when you ask someone where they were when the twin towers fell seven years ago today. Almost everyone you run into can tell you exactly where they were when they got the news, what they were doing, and what they did to get a live feed of the events. Being that today marks the seventh anniversary of that fateful day, I have been reading several articles and browsing through famous photos taken throughout the weeks after the attacks. There were several families that lost so much that day. There were also many who were fortunate enough to go home to their families. I think about those who lost, those who were granted a second chance, and those who were not directly affected. We as a nation have all been changed by the events of that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SMmL9FANDlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rqtOjZb0PGo/s1600-h/1205967030JTZhZ6J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244877122480967250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SMmL9FANDlI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rqtOjZb0PGo/s320/1205967030JTZhZ6J.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a part of a school project that year (2001), we were commissioned to put together a scrapbook of September 11th. I will always look back on that school year with thankfulness for my teacher who encouraged us to remember the past and embrace the future. She told us that as we go through life, there will be memorials that we set up to remember the trials we have been through, and as we traveled along lifes highway, we could alway revisit those memorials. She went on to explain that just as you visit a park, you cannot live your life on a park bench. You must remember the past, be thankful that Jesus has brought you through and rejoice for what lies ahead. Her words of wisdom resonate within my spirit to this day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; vital as we remember the past, to look to the future. Often times we get stuck in tragedy and cannot break free from it. But in Jesus you can find the freedom you need to overcome fear, pain, and loss. Freedom to live in such a way that you don't mourn the past, but you become healed from the hurt and can go on living, remembering, reflecting, and rejoicing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently stumbled on a song, that has become somwhat controversial, yet still holds truth. It's called Healer, by Hillsong. Here are the lyrics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Healer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You hold my every moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You calm my raging seas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You walk with me through fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And heal all my disease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I trust in You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I trust in You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe You're my Healer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe You are all I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe You're my Portion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe You're more than enough for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus You're all I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing is impossible for You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing is impossible for You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing is impossible for You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You hold my world in Your hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we are in the darkest times in our life, Jesus is by our side, urging us to trust in Him to be our healer, to be everything we need, and to know that nothing is impossible for Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-6933866239340060782?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/6933866239340060782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=6933866239340060782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/6933866239340060782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/6933866239340060782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2008/09/photographs-and-memories.html' title='Photographs and Memories'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SMmL0C7LdNI/AAAAAAAAACw/iF636pUlGD8/s72-c/iwo-9-11-final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-8363172796829030143</id><published>2008-08-23T21:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:09:21.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let go</title><content type='html'>It's often scary to let go of things we hold dear to us. The familiarity of the normal gives us a sense of security, and makes us feel good. But when we are challenged or even forced to let go of that normalcy we become insecure and scared, thinking we will never find anything else that makes us feel the same way. Often times it's in the moments of letting go that we find ourselves and who we were meant to be. We discover what we are made of and just how far we can push ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent days I have been challenged in my life to let go of some feelings and move on. And to be completely honest, this scares the crap out of me. I wonder to myself will I ever be able to let go to embrace the new? Will this feeling rule my emotions for the rest of my life? But just like a gentle breeze the Holy Spirit comes to my ever growing heart and speaks, "Let go, it will be ok." And then I remember who holds my future and there is a peace that surrounds my soul. I know that when I let go he will take my weakness and use it for his strength and glory. I am so greatful for his spirit that lives on the inside of me. Because when I am in moments of doubt and disbelief he is so faithful to remind me of his plan. My job is to "Seek first His kingdom and His righteousness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire and hope is that I am pleasing to Him. And at then end of the day when everything is said and done, all I want to hear him say is "Well done."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-8363172796829030143?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8363172796829030143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=8363172796829030143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/8363172796829030143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/8363172796829030143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-go.html' title='Let go'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-2447124082766031708</id><published>2008-08-10T17:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:57:29.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite Poem</title><content type='html'>I love the poem &lt;em&gt;Aspire&lt;/em&gt; by Emily Dickinson. It is by far my favorite poem of all time. This actually is amazing because any time someone asks me what my favorite this or that is, I often reply with I have too many to name a favorite. But there is something different about poetry, an this poem specifically. Each time I read over the lines, I feel pulses of passion rushing through my veins, I come alive, and somehow gain confidence that "Hey, I can be who I was created to be!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's funny how I got to the place where I actually enjoy and understand poetry. I always thought as a child that couldn't understand the meaning or even attempt to decipher what lie beneath the surface. But somehow in my growing up I have discovered how much I enjoy a poem, how it can move me, how it can so perfectly describe an emotion or the way I view the world. Poetry is a word artist's brush, in which they stroke the page with meaning and depth that makes a lasting impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you feel the way I used to about poetry, I encourage you to try something different for a change. Grab your favorite cup o' Joe and find a big overstuffed chair to sit in and read a book of poetry. I think that somehow you will find what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time I leave you with my favorite poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aspire&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never know how high we are&lt;br /&gt;Till we are called to rise&lt;br /&gt;And then if we are true to form&lt;br /&gt;Our statures touch the skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Heroism we recite&lt;br /&gt;Would be a daily thing&lt;br /&gt;Did not ourselves the Cubits warp&lt;br /&gt;For fear to be a king.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-2447124082766031708?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2447124082766031708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=2447124082766031708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/2447124082766031708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/2447124082766031708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-favorite-poem.html' title='My favorite Poem'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-7961473341711856575</id><published>2008-08-03T23:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:00:08.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution..Danger Ahead!</title><content type='html'>Wow I really suck at this whole blogging daily thing. Sorry it's been like two trillion months since I posted. So here goes nothing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I had a big sign hanging around my neck that said....WARNING..CLIFF AHEAD..PLEASE TURN AROUND! It seems to be that everyone I know is nearing a cliff, sanding on the edge of the cliff, or ready to fall off the cliff no bars holding. Each of these situations are connected to relationships with the member of the opposite sex. The one nearing a cliff, is choosing to listen to reason and wisdom, hence, heeding the warning signs and backing away. The second one is standing on the edge thinking to themselves, it would be really fun to jump off...one heck of a ride down. The third one has decided that falling is what they want and no on will stop them from jumping. Each of these situations makes me sad. With each scenario, there is silent hope on the inside of me that light will flood in and truth will over take what has been hidden. It has been very hard for me to learn how to speak into the situations without putting myself in the way. My desire is that each relationship will know the power of God living on the inside of them, and that they would cultivate His passion and heart within their relationships. My prayer is that they will each open their ears, hear the warnings, open their eyes and see the danger that lies ahead, and that each of them will have the strength to make the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next point. For any girl out there who thinks they have found the perfect guy....make sure you aren't settling for prince charming's horse. It's easy to get swept away in the horses beautiful hair, his breathtaking eyes  and the thrill he will give you. But girls all the horse will do for you is kick you and poop on you. Once you see past the horse and move over to the other side, you will find your prince, who has been waiting for you. God knows who you are to marry, he knows everything about you..so it's best that He chose who you marry because he's the only one who can truly get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know more about how much God knows about you I encourage you to read Psalm 139. He really is a faithful, loving, awesome, wonderful, mighty God who loves you with an everlasting love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-7961473341711856575?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/7961473341711856575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=7961473341711856575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/7961473341711856575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/7961473341711856575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2008/08/cautiondanger-ahead.html' title='Caution..Danger Ahead!'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-8740522074742412774</id><published>2008-07-08T22:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:02:15.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>First of all, sorry to all my avid readers. No worries I'm still here. I recently went to Colorado, which I must say was beautiful. I will say that it wasn't the greatest trip I've ever had but it was still a good trip. I traveled with Deanna and Carolyn. Our trip started off with exciting news. Krissy, the woman of the family we were going to stay with, had gone into labor with her first child. Once we arrived to Colorado Springs, I started feeling under the weather. The next day, feeling better, we went to see the newborn baby. He is so cute. After a couple hours with Linkon and Krissy, we went shopping. Our night ended with the three of us going to The Mill to see The Desperation Band. The next day Carolyn and I went up Pikes Peak while Deanna attended a friends wedding. Going up the peak was ok, dispite a constant headache, however, coming was what made me sick to my stomach. So once again I found myself sleeping off my sickness. The following day was Sunday, so Deanna and I attended her old church, while a sick Carolyn stayed behind. Church was good, and once done, the three of us went to a local castle and then shopping. We met up with some local friends for dinner and some sight seeing. The next day was the long trip home. Although the trip home was crazy long, we finally arrived and fell into our beds. So glad to be home, yet I wish vacation could last a bit longer. So it's back to the grindstone for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-8740522074742412774?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8740522074742412774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=8740522074742412774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/8740522074742412774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/8740522074742412774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-2662297901737962760</id><published>2008-06-08T21:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:06:30.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry to those of you who read this blog and to those who don't. I know it's been a while since I have blogged. Life has been a little crazy lately. This past week was insane. Between a stressful work week, tornado sirens, and my parents out of town, I think it is safe to say I need a vacation! After the first suprise tornado attack, I was over it! I can handle the crazyness when I am with people, but when left alone with no cable and no idea what is going on, I tend to over react a little. I blame that on an overactive imagination. The thought of an actual tornado hitting the house, while everyone is gone but me, scared the crap outta me! Ok I will admit, I probably could have handled it a bit better, but due to the late hour, and no cable, I called my sleeping father and woke him up. He talked me through it and stayed on the phone till it was over. What a great dad. :) Not long after I got off the phone with him, did my brother come home from his girlfriends house. That made me feel better and I got a good nights sleep. All this drama led me to think about how having a guy around usually puts girls at ease in crazy situations. Funny how God wired woman to think and feel that way. Just an observation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-2662297901737962760?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2662297901737962760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=2662297901737962760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/2662297901737962760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/2662297901737962760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry-to-those-of-you-who-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-2924833551691361439</id><published>2008-05-07T16:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:12:38.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SCIbAboJB7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/grst81LzclE/s1600-h/HeavyRain.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197746614169044914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SCIbAboJB7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/grst81LzclE/s320/HeavyRain.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a poem I wrote early this year. I love rain and since today seems to be filled with nothing but, it only makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trickle, drip&lt;br /&gt;Mist gives way to the moist air&lt;br /&gt;Spatter, swash&lt;br /&gt;The sporadic sprinkle falls&lt;br /&gt;Then another&lt;br /&gt;And another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all at once the atmosphere gives way&lt;br /&gt;The shower pours&lt;br /&gt;Almost causing flood&lt;br /&gt;The downpour comforts; sooths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it stops&lt;br /&gt;A trickle here, a drip there&lt;br /&gt;Eyes wonder to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Skin soaked&lt;br /&gt;A smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Peterson&lt;br /&gt;January 3, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-2924833551691361439?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2924833551691361439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=2924833551691361439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/2924833551691361439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/2924833551691361439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2008/05/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SCIbAboJB7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/grst81LzclE/s72-c/HeavyRain.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-4503877975065722147</id><published>2008-05-02T13:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:58:55.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SBthBUm5ZMI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZTYhJoanAaQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195853270441616578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SBthBUm5ZMI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZTYhJoanAaQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring. Spring has finally arrived with all it's beauty and splendor. I could not wait for winter to be over this year. I hate how the cold weather makes me dreary and sad. But now that spring has come, I feel a sense of newness and re-birth. It's invigorating to walk out every morning and smell the fresh air, and hear the birds sing their playful melody's to the wind. Now by everything I have just said, you would think that spring is my favorite season, however it is not. Quite the contrary. I love fall. I love the feeling of fall, the leaves falling on the ground, football season, the relief of cooler weather, and all that comes with fall. But recently I can not help but noticed that I am starting to fall in love with spring. There is a sense of excitement in the air, knowing that summer is almost here. School will be out and vacation can finally take over your thoughts and dreams. I love the color of the trees as I drive around, each bursting with it's own essence of new life. The flowers budding all around, bring a smile to my face. And as I stand outside in the forceful wind, I understand that everything will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Life isn't so hard that Jesus won't be there. His mercy is new every morning. Just as I wake each day and discover something new, He is there with me, guiding me to new places and seasons. His love never fails us, it grows deeper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stretches&lt;/span&gt; farther than we can ever imagine or think. He gives us the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; for today and the hope for tomorrow. He is always faithful to birth new things on the inside of us. Thank you Jesus for spring and what it means. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; are an amazing God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-4503877975065722147?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/4503877975065722147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=4503877975065722147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/4503877975065722147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/4503877975065722147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2008/05/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SBthBUm5ZMI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZTYhJoanAaQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-1667203683738114485</id><published>2008-04-28T10:16:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:28:34.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures for your enjoyment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SBXscEm5ZLI/AAAAAAAAABk/WibcfZhHvA8/s1600-h/23482214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194317712259114162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SBXscEm5ZLI/AAAAAAAAABk/WibcfZhHvA8/s320/23482214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favorite flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SBXsJEm5ZKI/AAAAAAAAABc/VfN37ZQ-ppk/s1600-h/broken+keys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194317385841599650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SBXsJEm5ZKI/AAAAAAAAABc/VfN37ZQ-ppk/s320/broken+keys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Music makes my heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SBXrm0m5ZII/AAAAAAAAABM/1K1-cQmfVRk/s1600-h/j0430477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194316797431080066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SBXrm0m5ZII/AAAAAAAAABM/1K1-cQmfVRk/s320/j0430477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm so ready for summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SBXq5Em5ZHI/AAAAAAAAABE/sOi2AQa0bwA/s1600-h/grass_wheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194316011452064882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SBXq5Em5ZHI/AAAAAAAAABE/sOi2AQa0bwA/s320/grass_wheel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a guy walking on a grass wheel. So funny to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SBXqjUm5ZGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0EslsxmeGyk/s1600-h/4_IHR_W_4x3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194315637789910114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SBXqjUm5ZGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0EslsxmeGyk/s320/4_IHR_W_4x3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the Cover Artwork for the CD I talked about below. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-1667203683738114485?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/1667203683738114485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=1667203683738114485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/1667203683738114485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/1667203683738114485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-favorite-flower.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SBXscEm5ZLI/AAAAAAAAABk/WibcfZhHvA8/s72-c/23482214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-8104111673467575868</id><published>2008-04-25T10:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:36:24.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chains be broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lives be healed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eyes be opened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Christ is revealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have decided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have resolved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To wait upon You Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My rock and Redeemer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shield and reward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll wait upon You Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As surely as the sun will rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You'll come to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Certain as the dawn appears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You'll come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let Your glory fall as You respond to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Spirit rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Flood into our thirsty hearts again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You'll come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You'll come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We are not shaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We are not moved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We wait upon You Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mighty deliverer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Triumph and truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We wait upon You Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As surely as the sun will rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You'll come to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Certain as Your word endures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You'll come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let Your glory fall as You respond to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Spirit rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Flood into our thirsty hearts again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You'll come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You'll come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chains be broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lives be healed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eyes be opened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Christ is revealed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love this new song from Hillsong United's new album Hearts as One. It's mostly comprised of songs we've heard from Hillsong United, with an exception of two or three songs. This is an amazing song, that expresses the inner hearts cry to be freed from the chains that so easily entangle us, in order that Christ may be revealed. I encourage everyone to go out and buy the new Hillsong United CD Hearts as One. It's a good one. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-8104111673467575868?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/8104111673467575868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=8104111673467575868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/8104111673467575868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/8104111673467575868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-song.html' title='New Song'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-3422218529986392237</id><published>2008-04-15T15:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T15:30:23.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus loves me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SAUQToEl4FI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2MDjblDHqiw/s1600-h/10090336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189572074974601298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SAUQToEl4FI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2MDjblDHqiw/s320/10090336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;So if I ever had any doubts that Jesus loves me, they are all gone. I was reminded today just how much He loves me! For most of you, if you had witnessed my stupid mistakes today you would have laughed your head off, because I was laughing at myself. So here is my tale of craziness that started yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Part of my job at Pitsco, is to purchase necessary items for my department. I have a program, in which I enter the number of the item I need and the quantity and it automatically faxes the specific company the order. Since summer is coming up quickly I decided to order some items that we use heavily. I placed the orders thinking nothing about it and went on my way. Today we did our semi-monthly counts of inventory, in which one of the items I ordered yesterday was counted. During our counting it was discovered that there was an over abundance of the item. And by over abundance I mean millions of oops that's too much, literally. So I tried to fix the problem, only to find that I had ordered more of that item in the wrong qty. Oops again. Instead of ordering 40 I ordered 40,000. Now that is a huge difference! So in my flustered, half giggling state, I called the company hoping that they hadn't sent the order yet. When I talked to my sales rep, she declared "I didn't get that order!" To my astonishment and silent relief, she never received the incorrect amount. This allowed me to re-order the correct amount! Thank you Jesus that sometimes machines malfunction and crazy fax orders don't go through. Everything is fine now, but I can't help but thank Jesus because I know He saved my butt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Thanks Jesus! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-3422218529986392237?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/3422218529986392237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=3422218529986392237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/3422218529986392237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/3422218529986392237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2008/04/jesus-loves-me.html' title='Jesus loves me'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/SAUQToEl4FI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2MDjblDHqiw/s72-c/10090336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-3418545619157334054</id><published>2008-04-10T10:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T10:38:45.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Total Praise</title><content type='html'>Lord I will lift my eyes to the hills&lt;br /&gt;Knowing my help is coming from you&lt;br /&gt;Your peace you give me&lt;br /&gt;In times of the storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the source of my strength&lt;br /&gt;You are the strength of my life&lt;br /&gt;I lift my hands in total praise to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything around me seems to be shaking, and life has taken it's toll, I will lift my eyes unto the hills, knowing that He is the source of my strength. He will lead me into His courts and rejoice over me with singing. For the Father delights in His children and desires that they dwell with Him. When the road is rocky, and your faith is being tested, reach out for the hand that was pierced and filled with healing. When your feet cannot tread the rough terrain, fall into the arms of the one who took your place. He will never leave you; He will never give up. How deep is the Father's love, you might never know, but sometimes faith, in the knowledge that His love is bigger than we can fathom, is a great thing. "Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power......and after you have done all to stand. Stand firm then...." Ephesians 6:10,13-14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-3418545619157334054?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/3418545619157334054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=3418545619157334054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/3418545619157334054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/3418545619157334054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2008/04/total-praise.html' title='Total Praise'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-6423449011611534292</id><published>2008-04-09T00:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T00:46:32.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Penny's</title><content type='html'>Here's some food for thought. If everytime someone asked you what you were thinking, you received a penny, over the course of one year how much money do you think you would have? If the answer is not much, then your friends and loved ones aren't very interested in your life, however, if your answer is that you would have an abundant amout of money, congratulations. Your life should be full of people who care enough to reach down into the depths of your mind and be concerned. It's not everyday you find people who will love you unconditionally. But when you do find people like that, hold onto them. Because they are as rare as finding $100 bill on the side of the road. Remember to cherish those you love, and who care enough to ask about you as well as speak into your life. You are loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-6423449011611534292?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/6423449011611534292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=6423449011611534292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/6423449011611534292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/6423449011611534292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2008/04/pennys.html' title='Penny&apos;s'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-2572451896171151844</id><published>2008-03-31T17:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:04:16.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up late</title><content type='html'>So today started off a little crazy. I woke up to find it was way past time to be at work. I hurriedly got dressed and rushed out the door. When I got to work it was crazy with tornado warrnings and rainy day project as well as end of the month duties. If you missed it the lightening was beautiful. I love rainy days, they make me happy. The tornado warrnings sent one of my co-workers into hysterics and she ended up leaving to find her children and to explore the damage done to her house. I came home to find my uncle on the roof of our house exploring. That was unusual. It's not everyday you come home to find your uncle on the roof of your house. Yesterday I went to the college to meet a classmate and she ended up not showing. Thus my night will be filled with writing a report for the both of us and exploring the ins and outs of poetry. The sun came out this afternoon and hopefully the rain will come back tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't heard, Paul and I are going to be making a CD this year, for our family and friends. We have written several songs and hopefully we will be recording by summer. I am still in the process of writing songs and hopefully I will finish before we go into the studio. I'm excited to have our songs put down and copyrighted.&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of the story........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-2572451896171151844?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/2572451896171151844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=2572451896171151844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/2572451896171151844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/2572451896171151844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2008/03/waking-up-late.html' title='Waking up late'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4734646061582874927.post-7848617346524403940</id><published>2008-03-29T12:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T13:01:34.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. This is my first post on this blog site. I decided to share some of my poetry with you. Hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the light overshadows the darkness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the light overshadows the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Causing my eyes to be freed&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted chains that encirlced me&lt;br /&gt;Vanish under my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the light overshadows the darkenss&lt;br /&gt;Giving way to the son&lt;br /&gt;Enemies that haunted me&lt;br /&gt;Nevermore to been seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the light overshadows the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Bringing me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;All that was so dear to me&lt;br /&gt;Floats away with the breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each breath is caught&lt;br /&gt;In some foreign place and time&lt;br /&gt;When it’s only just begun&lt;br /&gt;The light overshadows the darkness&lt;br /&gt;For eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(For Leslie)&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Peterson&lt;br /&gt;Feburary 18th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4734646061582874927-7848617346524403940?l=tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/feeds/7848617346524403940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4734646061582874927&amp;postID=7848617346524403940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/7848617346524403940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4734646061582874927/posts/default/7848617346524403940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanymichellerenee.blogspot.com/2008/03/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>Tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16192010768230912286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uul7B77lqa4/TCEZV6YwvRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yb4E_7V3AI4/S220/bw+meagain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
