<?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-7449340229505825256</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:42:03.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>striving to find the beauty in simplicity.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-6107391647740898201</id><published>2010-07-03T14:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T15:02:18.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garcia Life</title><content type='html'>I can't believe July is already here. I'm at this weird place of waiting. I usually don't deal so well with these places of life, but I actually feel confident with where I am. I feel like I am blindly stepping out on faith, but I have a strong confidence that God's plan will prevail and reveal itself in His timing. I have quit my apartment job. I've been there for exactly 2 years. Hard to believe. It was bittersweet to leave. A piece of my heart is with those kids and the residents of that sweet community. But through some recent drama and a strong feeling of closure, I am sure this is the path that must be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I start my ECAP class. I am excited to actually have the chance to learn about teaching and gain some confidence in where I feel God is leading me. I know that right now I have a passion for kiddos, but it will be nice to have some solid knowledge to back that up so I can feel confident going on interviews and walking into a classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of my three weeks class will mark our One Year Anniversary. Crazy. Beautiful. Ben and I are excited to be planning a trip down to Fredricksburg. I am excited to experience my very first Bed &amp;amp; Breakfast atmosphere, and we are both pumped to get away and have some time alone. It will be so nice to get some rest and have time to reflect upon the past year. The good.. the things we need to work on. Plus.. we get to enjoy some delicious wedding cake. Very excited about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been so gracious to us. Always providing. Giving us peace. We have started going to Fielder Road Baptist here in Arlington, and that has been such a blessing so far. We have been meeting the sweetest people, and are excited about the community we are finding there. We even met some couples that live in our apartment complex, so we found replacements for our friends that have left us. ;) That's not true... you guys can never be replaced, but I am looking forward to meeting some more people in the area. We shall see what great things God has in store for us there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this is just a State of the Union address of the Garcia family. Maybe that is ok, because I feel that many of our friends may have missed on some of these new developments. I wish I had some witty banter, but this will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-6107391647740898201?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6107391647740898201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=6107391647740898201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6107391647740898201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6107391647740898201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/garcia-life.html' title='The Garcia Life'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-8595921095281706798</id><published>2010-04-26T11:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:53:42.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trading it all for HIM.</title><content type='html'>It's already been 9 months since Ben and I got married. On the one hand,  it seems like time has passed so quickly. On the other, it seems that  we've been married forever. Time has a funny way of doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's  been such an interesting time of learning, stretching, growing. I never  realized how difficult it would be not really having stable jobs. Money  stress is new to me, and at times, it's been too much for me to handle.  But I know God is sovereign in all of this and has had his hand working  through it all. The day after Ben proposed, my company let me know that  they were going to cut my hours to a third of what I was working. What a  sense of humor there, God. This year has been quite a journey of  self-discovery, though. Taking a hard look at what I want out of life  and how to get to a place of where we want to be. Realizing the dark  things in my life that have been left unexposed until tested and tried.  Learning to lean on my sweet husband and his faith that God always  provides. And he has. God has proven faithful. Each month I am amazed to  see that somehow, it all works out. There have been weeks where we have  been working so much that we hardly see each other, and then weeks  where we can't seem to catch any hours. I've learned that inconsistency  is not something I easily deal with. I feel like we are just approaching  the climax of everything. Stepping out on faith that God will provide a  teaching job for me in the fall, and in the meantime, giving up a good  portion of my income to make that happen. I just keep reminding myself  that God is faithful and that he provides. And what's more... He is  enough. Stuff doesn't satisfy. I don't need things to make me happy. He  is beautiful to show me that all I have is given by him and we are to  loosen our grip on the things he has graciously placed in our lives. I pray for this kind of faith. A  sweet reminder that our life is not our own....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/PTc_FoELt8s/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PTc_FoELt8s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PTc_FoELt8s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-8595921095281706798?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8595921095281706798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=8595921095281706798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/8595921095281706798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/8595921095281706798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/trading-it-all-for-him.html' title='Trading it all for HIM.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-5588579119392692376</id><published>2010-04-22T08:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T08:56:40.275-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A beautiful thing to add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at one of my three jobs the other day, and the manager of the apartments looked out the window and noticed a dad playing with his little girls on the playground. She told me that his girlfriend had died recently in a motorcycle accident, and following her death, her mother took his children from him. She tried to get child support from him and told people he did terrible things to his children. The manager went to court with him and he had just won his kids back on Friday. I felt like I was experiencing the end of a movie when all is finally well and a daddy gets to catch his little girl as she zooms down the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-5588579119392692376?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5588579119392692376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=5588579119392692376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/5588579119392692376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/5588579119392692376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/beautiful-thing-to-add.html' title=''/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-6756606017009874048</id><published>2010-04-18T17:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:21:15.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>little joys.</title><content type='html'>I am learning more and more to appreciate the little joys in life. Sweet kisses from my husband before we go to sleep. Mr. Bruce chasing his tail and acting all cute. An old man talking about the 'good ole' days. A daddy holding his daughters hand in the store. An afternoon nap. Sweet piano playing from My Love. Green lights. A good meal with friends. So much beauty lies in simple, everyday places. We just don't often take time to appreciate them.I constantly feel my heart tugging to enjoy these things. But there's another pull on my heart. It's so easy to settle for less and desire things above the joys God offers us. I want stuff. I want new clothes or new things for my house. To go out and consume, consume, consume. With less discretionary money than my college years, I am realizing more and more how I want to feel my heart with stuff to make me happy. The thing is, the newness always wears off and then I want new things. I pray that I can learn to find all of my joy in the experiences and beauty that God offers all around. So I leave you with some beauties that stir my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;snow. with my love(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uFQPxEJCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mu7dVuU-_3Q/s1600/DSCF6767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uFQPxEJCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mu7dVuU-_3Q/s320/DSCF6767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461605487273583650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;touchdown dancing. in the cowboys endzone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uE-tOvgQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/SZMAIv5oILQ/s1600/DSCF6854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uE-tOvgQI/AAAAAAAAAHE/SZMAIv5oILQ/s320/DSCF6854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461605185945043202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rollerskating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uEs_NW8QI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cibsS8Nb8nc/s1600/DSCF6104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uEs_NW8QI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cibsS8Nb8nc/s320/DSCF6104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461604881533432066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and last, but certainly not least, these lovely ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7129_528027527059_61800014_31268977_1410413_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 268px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs224.snc1/7129_528027527059_61800014_31268977_1410413_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7449340229505825256-6756606017009874048?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6756606017009874048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=6756606017009874048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6756606017009874048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6756606017009874048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-joys.html' title='little joys.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uFQPxEJCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/mu7dVuU-_3Q/s72-c/DSCF6767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-8844196181804213039</id><published>2010-02-22T09:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:08:31.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>optimism.</title><content type='html'>I had a couple of really good conversations with some sweet friends last week. I've been doing a great deal of thinking about optimism ever since. Over the past year or so, I feel that I have let my heart slowly harden and grow bitter from life. I feel a constant stream of slammed doors to opportunities I felt would ease my burden and carry me toward the place I want to be. My general cheery demeanor and optimism has seemed to seep from my heart and taken a bit of compassion along with them. In my thinking, I have realized that it takes more than just saying I need to be optimistic. Hopeful. I have to have a reason for hope. Optimism is rooted out of a heart that is peaceful and has found joy. Hope is an overflow of a heart that is fully satisfied. Something deeper than a contentment with what life has brought. It's about more than endurance of life as it is. Hope is aware of the sovereign God who holds all things in his hands. A God whose love is unmatched and unshaken and is working each and everyday for my good. A beautiful thing. This is what I want. This is what I am praying for right now in my life. A peace and joy that overflows with hope and colors every other part of my life. He is good and speaking sweetly to my soul this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 39:7&lt;br /&gt;"And now, Oh Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-8844196181804213039?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8844196181804213039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=8844196181804213039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/8844196181804213039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/8844196181804213039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/optimism.html' title='optimism.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-5560105996549816430</id><published>2010-02-06T17:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:12:26.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my husband, the comedian.</title><content type='html'>Ben is such a great counterpart for me. I get so serious sometimes, and he makes me chill out and remember to laugh. I remember a conversation with my roommates in college about the number one thing we want in our husbands. Both of theirs was 'funny'. That's the one thing they most required. A man that could make them laugh. They were shocked when I told them that trait wasn't even on my radar. I needed a thinker. A smart man. Someone 'deep'. I couldn't be more grateful that I was wrong and that God blessed me with a man that is not only smart, but really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, we were getting Mr. Bruce spiffed up (ya know... like an oil change) at Pet Smart. While we were waiting for the nice lady to finish his 'pawdicure', we were looking for a new toy for him since he has pretty much chewed all of his up. We came across a chocolate flavored bone chew toy. I thought it was kind of weird, but Ben's reaction was much stronger. "That's the dumbest thing I have ever seen in my entire life. That's like making a toy for kids that tastes like gasoline so that whenever they come across the real thing, they eat it right up since it's a TREAT." Now I don't know if that's gonna translate, but it was hilarious in that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you have not experienced 'The Bachelor' at its best if you have not watched it with Mr. Garcia. I hope I always think he is as funny as I do now. I'm learning that laughter is the best medicine and life is so much more fun if you laugh hard and often. More evidence that God knows better than I what is best for my life. A truth filled with peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-5560105996549816430?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5560105996549816430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=5560105996549816430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/5560105996549816430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/5560105996549816430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-husband-comedian.html' title='my husband, the comedian.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-8125203576440185167</id><published>2010-02-05T09:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:38:30.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My friend, Jen, shared this on her blog yesterday. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"We may fear we are so impeded by fretting, petty cares that we are gaining nothing; but when we are not sending any branches upward, we may be sending roots downward."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As expressed in my last post, lots of things are up in the air. I am still working meager hours at my job. I pick up subbing jobs when my will and providence collide. ie. I'm not extremely consistent with the choosing. I had an interview with DBU the other day about a possible position. I should find out next week if that is a deal, or if there will be more waiting. I am still in the process of becoming certified to teach in the fall. At this point, we're up for almost anything. Just ready for a change. We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the meantime, it's hard not to feel like I am just watching life pass me by. It's easy to be lazy when you feel there is nothing to do. My parents gave me a sewing machine for my birthday. That has been nice. An opportunity to create something. So I'm getting quite a collection of aprons (pictures to be posted soon). I have a desire to read something really great, but never seem in the mood to find something and then be still long enough to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the words of John Mayer, "It's just a season thing. It's just this thing that seasons do." Perfectly ambiguous to sum up life right now. It just is what it is. I feel ready to tackle the new thing. Just waiting to figure out what that new thing is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lay here in bed, next to my sweet, sleeping husband (a 5am bible study will do that to you) and my puppy cuddled up between us, the only thing I realize I can do is enjoy this time. I want nothing more than for us to have 9-5 jobs right now that provide financial security and allow us time together. The 'American Dream' looks frighteningly appealing right now. But this is where we are. Nights alone while Ben works and goes to school. Random points during the day together when we're both actually home together. For now, this is how it must be. So I need to just embrace it and have fun. I always want to remember to have fun. I get in such a serious mode that I can't allow myself to have fun. I want to work on that. And everything else, well I know He's got it figured out and it will all come together in his time. I'm learning to appreciate each brushstroke because He is working a masterpiece in my life. It's just hard to see at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-8125203576440185167?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8125203576440185167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=8125203576440185167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/8125203576440185167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/8125203576440185167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-friend-jen-shared-this-on-her-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-4639248472305454502</id><published>2010-01-28T09:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:09:50.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>seasons.</title><content type='html'>As Dallas is in this crazy season we call winter, I feel as though life is following suit. Each week during winter in Texas seems like a fresh start. One week, the cold of the north blows in and coats, scarves, and mittens must come out. The next, we are basking in the sunshine of a balmy 72. Rain comes one day, and 'snow' the next. Ice storms, hail, wind. You never know what you are going to get week by week during winter in Texas. Such is life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and I are trying to figure out our next steps. Ever since we got married, both of us feel like we've been in a holding pattern. Trying to keep dreaming in check with reality and the 'responsibility' of adulthood. It's been an interesting balance. One day, we feel like we could grow wings and fly away somewhere crazy and begin anew. The next, the thoughts of that scare us into dreaming up a comfortable life right here. I've come to a place of contentment. Occasionally, I still get overwhelmed and stressed and impatient at God for not giving me exactly what I want right now. But overall, I don't know what life holds, I do know I am in His hands, and that ultimately, He will guide us to the place that will bring more of Him into our lives. His glory and sanctification should be our goals more than the logistics of day to day life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we wait.&lt;br /&gt;and wait.&lt;br /&gt;and wait some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in seasons like this before. It never works out how I ever would have imagined. Lessons learned: I cannot figure out or understand what God is doing. He eventually will reveal his plan. And then peace.....will follow. Until then, I pray for strength and peace to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is that by the time Texas is back to it's perpetual heat of summer, life will be a little more constant, as well. But even if it isn't, I know He is good. And that must be enough for my heart to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-4639248472305454502?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4639248472305454502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=4639248472305454502' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/4639248472305454502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/4639248472305454502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/seasons.html' title='seasons.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-4911983176038008525</id><published>2010-01-02T10:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T10:23:49.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2010.</title><content type='html'>New Year's Resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat better. I've read the books and watched the documentaries. Now it's time to really focus some energy on being a healthier person. Eliminate as much high fructose corn syrup as possible, and eat lots of organic fruits and veggies. Little to no fast food. And sodas...you've got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Run. I've never been a runner, but this is my year. I am determined to experience that runner's high I've heard so much about. And 8 mile Turkey Trot...this year, you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean. My apartment drives me crazy when it's a mess. Although it's proven a little harder with a husband around, I am determined to make sure we have a clean home each night before we go to bed and that "stuff" does not pile up everywhere. Clutter, you will not own me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Record. My journaling has all but disappeared from my life in 2009. A very strange occurence for me since I generally go through one or two journals each year. But this year, I will face my demons once again, meeting with the Lord and recording all the things he is doing in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Budget. Ben and I tried a very structured budget, and we failed pretty badly. Dave Ramsey says it will take you 3 or 4 months to get it down. After one, we gave up. I'm determined to get us back on track so that we are as wise as we can be with our money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the big ones. I'm so excited that I have a sweet husband to walk alongside me and keep me accountable this year. 2010.. I am ready for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-4911983176038008525?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4911983176038008525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=4911983176038008525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/4911983176038008525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/4911983176038008525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-7749962455615014944</id><published>2009-11-08T11:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T11:15:33.297-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beggar's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; When You build, it feels like You tear me apart&lt;br /&gt;When you heal, it always leaves a scar&lt;br /&gt;And even when You fill, You leave me with a beggar's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bethany dillon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7449340229505825256-7749962455615014944?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7749962455615014944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=7749962455615014944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/7749962455615014944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/7749962455615014944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/beggars-heart.html' title='Beggar&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-5334380673373833309</id><published>2009-10-14T10:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:26:54.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/StXtZaSTe1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/oP90gCHqWAQ/s1600-h/Ben+%26+Robin-Extra+Edits_112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/StXtZaSTe1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/oP90gCHqWAQ/s320/Ben+%26+Robin-Extra+Edits_112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392477149654645586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/StXtL2IWVzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/obJKXk7G7tA/s1600-h/Ben+%26+Robin-Extra+Edits_065+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/StXtL2IWVzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/obJKXk7G7tA/s320/Ben+%26+Robin-Extra+Edits_065+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392476916610914098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/StXs2SGYXVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2TeyrdOKt6Y/s1600-h/Ben+%26+Robin-Extra+Edits_035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/StXs2SGYXVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/2TeyrdOKt6Y/s320/Ben+%26+Robin-Extra+Edits_035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392476546161728850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-5334380673373833309?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5334380673373833309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=5334380673373833309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/5334380673373833309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/5334380673373833309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/pictures.html' title='Pictures.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/StXtZaSTe1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/oP90gCHqWAQ/s72-c/Ben+%26+Robin-Extra+Edits_112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-4559760037564726915</id><published>2009-10-07T08:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:08:14.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition.</title><content type='html'>This whole year has seemed to be one of huge transition. Living alone for the first time. Planning a wedding. Learning to be a wife. Figuring out what kind of job I want, and then figuring out what kind of job I can actually get. Changing churches... twice. Being content with that fact.... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am usually one to embrace change. I love when things are moving. I even enjoy moving. Packing up and then getting all settled in somewhere new. But things have been changing...slowly. I like fast movement. But I'm beginning to see that God is using each opportunity to teach me to trust him more. A lesson I thought I had learned previously, but am realizing I still have much to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things in the life:&lt;br /&gt;We have a sweet new puppy. Meet Mr. Bruce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/Ssyfpa4NNxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YBNrkTNKNPM/s1600-h/Photo+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/Ssyfpa4NNxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YBNrkTNKNPM/s320/Photo+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389858387994162962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a handful. But a sweetheart, of course. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also waiting to hear back about jobs. IBC hired me as an intern to head up their Thanksgiving Basket project. I'm looking forward to that and ready to get into it. Waiting to hear back about an IBC/Apartment Life job that would be awesome. I also turned in all my paperwork last week to Mansfield ISD for substitute teaching. Actually really looking forward to that. So depending on the timing of when everything could happen, I could be looking at 4 different jobs all at once. Adding that to Ben's current 3 jobs and we are really wondering what God is doing with us. No full time jobs have opened up, so this looks like this is how our lives will be looking for a bit, at least. Trusting... trusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we're just trying to figure out what we'll do when our lease is up in January. Trying to get Ben enrolled in school at UTA for the spring semester. Looking forward. A little blindly, but with renewed confidence that the Lord has a plan. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all is well in your world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-4559760037564726915?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4559760037564726915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=4559760037564726915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/4559760037564726915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/4559760037564726915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/transition.html' title='Transition.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/Ssyfpa4NNxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/YBNrkTNKNPM/s72-c/Photo+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-6800030568925448760</id><published>2009-09-04T09:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:23:56.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm realizing more and more what a gift from the Lord my husband is to me. This week has felt very heavy. In times past, when a heavy weight sits on my shoulder, I retreat and find solace in my aloneness. But it's hard to do that when you are married, have nowhere to run, and can't find the strength to hide the strain. He is there. My sweet husband has these amazing arms that hold me when I feel so fragile. He kisses away my tears and prays strength and peace over me. God's grace in bringing him to me overwhelms me. We walk so deeply together. There's no room for hiding or staying shallow with him. He knows me. The good, the bad, and the ugly. And yet, his love is unwavering. What a testament to the love of Christ! An incredible picture of God enabling man to experience, if for only a glimpse, of his sweet love for us. Those moments of walking deeply make the petty arguments and frustrations of everyday life seem so meaningless. Maybe that's how God sees his love toward us. He knows us so intimately and has such an all-encompassing love for us that our short-comings and mistakes pale in comparison. I want to learn to love like this. God and man. Reclaim the compassion that once flooded my heart. I miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-6800030568925448760?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6800030568925448760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=6800030568925448760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6800030568925448760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6800030568925448760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-realizing-more-and-more-what-gift.html' title=''/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-9010703009872675937</id><published>2009-09-01T09:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:39:35.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intentional Living</title><content type='html'>I've been reading a lot of books lately about food. What we put into our body, how it's made, nutrients, etc. It's been very interesting. More than anything, I'm realizing how much of my lifes just happens. I'm aren't intentional about many things. I hardly give a second thought to what I eat. I don't think too much about how I spend my time or how I spend my money.  Most of the time I just go through the motions and do whatever feels good at the time. I've been rethinking  that kind of mindset the last couple of weeks. Dave Ramsey always tells people that simply paying attention to where your money goes is the first step in getting control of it. I thik that is the same with most things. So my new objective:  Intentional Living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means Ben and I got a breadmaker. The bread you buy in the store is pretty poor quality filled with all kinds of processed sweeteners and junk. And it's good bread. We've been trying to eat more fruits and lots of veggies. When we go to the store to get stuff to cook, I am much more aware of labels and high fructose corn syrup. And I think a little harder about it before I grab a soda. It's been good, and I'm enjoying whole foods a lot more. Actually enjoying the sweetness of fresh fruit and the antioxidants racing through my body. One thing at a time, though. I've been pretty focused on getting a healthy balance of food. Then we can move on to some of the other pressing issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would share. It's been awhile since I've written on here. I want to get back in the habit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-9010703009872675937?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9010703009872675937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=9010703009872675937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/9010703009872675937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/9010703009872675937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2009/09/intentional-living.html' title='Intentional Living'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-8478100783695715431</id><published>2009-04-23T14:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:29:15.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>engagement.</title><content type='html'>woohoo for being engaged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things i've learned from my first 3 days of engagement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. people are really happy for you. simple concept, but i have truly felt overwhelmed and so loved by all of the encouraging notes, phone calls, etc. that i have received. the people in my life is what has made this so fun and i can't imagine not having such amazing people to share in joy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. in light of that, i am quickly seeing my dreams of a small, simple wedding slipping away. on the one hand, i feel very sad... and much more overwhelmed than when small and simple is what i thought i would get. but on the other hand, feeling so much love from so many people makes me want to include them in our big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. it is very easy to get overwhelmed. there are a thousand decisions to make and things to get done, and with an already full life, it is very difficult to see how this is going to come together. i know it will be a lot of fun, but i can already see that i am going to have to take great strides to ensure enjoyment of each step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i didn't really think that being engaged would really feel different, but it does. i feel legitimized in our relationship and even more ready to move forward than before. i like it. so far....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='engagement.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-6714931176378082066</id><published>2008-11-17T21:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:54:47.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life would be so much easier if my sole ambition was a corner office with a view. but my heart beats misery when success is measured by dollars rather than a touched life and dreams fully alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-6714931176378082066?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6714931176378082066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=6714931176378082066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6714931176378082066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6714931176378082066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-would-be-so-much-easier-if-my-sole.html' title=''/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-1789446877923312659</id><published>2008-11-06T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:47:23.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="vitstorybody"&gt;&lt;span class="vitstorybody"&gt;"Wendell Berry is no dour scold who preaches a joyless austerity. To the contrary, he tells us that what we truly seek in life is not comfort, but meaning – and that you don't have to live a life of rigorous asceticism to find it. Rather, we only need to order our lives around the ancient idea that happiness depends on virtue – virtue lived in community. We can only be fulfilled by living within the bounds prescribed by our nature, and in fidelity not to our selfish desires but to the greater good of our families, friends and communities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the full article about this wise man:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/dn/opinion/points/stories/DN-dreher_26edi.State.Edition1.21c9278.html&lt;br /&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/7449340229505825256-1789446877923312659?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1789446877923312659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=1789446877923312659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/1789446877923312659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/1789446877923312659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/inspiring.html' title='inspiring.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-8376140452451670002</id><published>2008-11-05T09:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:57:38.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>let the experiment begin!</title><content type='html'>i have been cracking up at people's reactions over the news of our next president. some have been elated... others think the world is coming to an end. and still others are just completely apathetic to the whole situation. me? i am choosing to think of this as a social experiment. first of all, let me explain my reasonings for voting mccain/palin. at the outset of this election, i was an obama supporter. i was excited about his ideas of change and the strong emphasis on helping those in need. i liked that he wanted to help young people get an education and get involved in community service. over the last few months, though, some of my opinions have changed. while i do believe very strongly in community service and helping those in need, i don't believe this is the responsibility of the government. teaching someone to fish, rather than just giving them a fish, will bode much better in the long run. i have a very big beef with our capitalistic society... i do not believe it cultivates generosity or community, but greed and individualism. however, that is the society in which we live, and a major overhaul of that paradigm is going to be extremely painful. i have also come to issue with the associations obama has had. i think the people you surround yourself with tells a great deal about you as a person, and he seems to befriend extremely controversial figures. that scares me. so my vote unfortunately wasn't really for mccain, but rather against obama this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas... here we are. i honestly do not feel any anxiety about the next four years. my peace is in the Lord and i know that no matter who the president is, God is my only source or hope. but i do feel that it will be very interesting to see how things play out. obama absolutely will not be able to carry out a great percentage of his proposed policies. they simply are not feasible, especially in our current economic situation. in addition, the ones that will be put into place are so different from anything ever proposed in my lifetime that i am very interested to see how they play out. i honestly hope that they do work. that at the end of the next four years, our america will be a better place than it is today. i hope that pride does not blind any good that could potentially come from this administration. many of his policies are my ideals, i am just too much of a pragmatist to hold much hope that they will work in our society. but alas, i will see my ideals implemented to some degree and can measure the true effectiveness of them. so i hold optimistic. the world was still turning when i woke up this morning. all we can do is hope that tomorrow will be better than today and work for ourselves to better our world. we can't depend upon government to change what we can do ourselves. so i'm buckling in and getting ready to take some notes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-8376140452451670002?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8376140452451670002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=8376140452451670002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/8376140452451670002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/8376140452451670002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-experiment-begin.html' title='let the experiment begin!'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-525712214126038699</id><published>2008-10-31T10:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:09:49.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the ideal.</title><content type='html'>I think Karl Marx has gotten a worse rap than he really deserves. I think he was simply an idealist. I relate with many of his frustrations, and even think he has some great thoughts on how living should look. The only problem is that we live in this horribly fallen world. Otherwise... it would be fantastic. I was reading in Romans the other day about how we are to love each other. To love generously, give to those in need, hold nothing against a neighbor, and love our enemies. I see so many areas in which I fall short of these things. Then I look at the Church in Acts where they had everything in common and loved each other and took care of each other. That didn't seem to last for very long. I wonder what happened. My heart longs for that. I am torn between idealism and reality. I want to live in harmony with everyone. Love and give. I have a love-hate relationship with money. It is a necessary evil in my eyes. When we were discussing Marx in my class, I think everyone kind of missed the point. Sure, it's inherently flawed and so beyond anything that we experience in our capitalistic society that we can't even begin to imagine anything like his idea of communism. He thought everyone should work hard, and in that hard work be rewarded with enough to get through life comfortably. My classmates argued that it simply isn't fair for a doctor and receptionist to get paid the same amount of money when one is clearly worthy of a higher wage. I think Marx believed that in his society, people would be working not out of any kind of monetary ambition, but simply because that is the work that they love to do. Greed would have to be completely lost for that to work. I think he painted a picture of a really pretty world: no greed. no strife between neighbors because everyone is working toward the common good. People would live together and give as they saw need. We have given money such a prominent role in our culture. Sure... you have to have money to live. But why should money be our motivation. We assign value to things. Nothing is inherently valuable. Gold holds no value until someone says it does. Same with our paper money. The copper that makes up a penny is worth more than the exchange of a penny in our culture. Think about that for a second. Sometimes I sit and imagine a society with no money. Boo for capitalism. Makes me want to go live on a commune... but that would be crazy, right? At least that's what I've been told.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-525712214126038699?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/525712214126038699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=525712214126038699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/525712214126038699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/525712214126038699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/ideal.html' title='the ideal.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-5690806712043175779</id><published>2008-10-13T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:25:11.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dream big.</title><content type='html'>hi. this is what i want to do with my life. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ck2ltGyvTs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-5690806712043175779?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5690806712043175779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=5690806712043175779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/5690806712043175779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/5690806712043175779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream-big.html' title='dream big.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-6479897791236586644</id><published>2008-10-11T16:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:13:46.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>grateful for grace.</title><content type='html'>i am learning more and more that all things change. that i do not have God figured out. that my own inadequacies are glaring and that i need God every step of the way. why does it seem that i have been this place before? it's like clockwork. I find myself in a desperate situation and realize that only the Lord holds my life and can order my steps. so i pursue him hard and run to his feet with passion and zeal. then things start falling into place once again and i walk along feeling like God and me and doing pretty good until one day i wake up realizing that i no longer rely upon him for every breath and every step. it's not that i've become "bad" or have neglected to acknowledge him at work in my life. i just realize that the depth i once experience has been stolen by my own independence and self-reliance. he is no longer my sustenance. i am jolted once again with a recognition of my own depravity and a disconnectedness from my ever faithful creator. it's a slippery slope because i have a deceiving sense of my present journey with him. i know the right things to say. i pray and i still see things through a lens of christianity and righteousness. it's innate in me. by his grace, might i add. but in that, i don't even realize what is happening. how is this cycle ever going to end? i try not to rely on anyone. wanting to walk on my own and shielding myself from vulnerability. so how am i supposed to consistently hold to a deep vulnerability with this seemingly invisible force. it takes effort to recognize God in the world around us. how grateful am i for a reminder this week that God is faithful and pursues us even when we don't realize or understand his actions. we are unable to know him and cannot fathom the crazy path he takes us on. so while i become frustrated with my never-ending cycle of dependence and self-sufficiency, i'm learning to take life one day at a time. to not worry about the steps i can take to change my own heart, but trust that the Lord is faithful to guide me through today and will take care of the heart-changing stuff on his own. so today, i choose to be grateful for the grace that he lavishes on me. the persistence with which he pursues and never neglects to humble me and make me once again dependent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-6479897791236586644?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6479897791236586644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=6479897791236586644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6479897791236586644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6479897791236586644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/10/grateful-for-grace.html' title='grateful for grace.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-5588029651008770815</id><published>2008-06-17T16:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T16:45:30.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness vs. joy</title><content type='html'>i'm reading a book called "social intelligence" by daniel goleman, and i found this to be an interesting assertion considering it is not coming from any kind of christian perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in regard to parenting and shielding children from any kind of difficulty or failure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that notion misreads the data on resilience and happiness: such overprotection is in fact a form of deprivation. the idea that a child should avoid misery at all costs distorts both the reality of life and the ways children learn to find happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more important for a child than seeking some elusive perpetual happiness, researchers find, is learning how to deescalate emotional storms. the goal for parenting should not be achieving a brittle 'positive' psychology-clinging to a state of perpetual joy in one's children-but rather teaching a child how to return on her own to a state of contentment, whatever may happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting contrast of happiness compared with joy. even from a worldly perspective, they don't believe shielding oneself from pain produces depth and true joy. i wonder what the prosperity gospel blasphemers would say about this.. haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-5588029651008770815?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5588029651008770815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=5588029651008770815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/5588029651008770815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/5588029651008770815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-reading-book-called-social.html' title='happiness vs. joy'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-2829770408985355825</id><published>2008-06-11T10:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:12:22.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection.</title><content type='html'>life is in such a whirlwind right now. but i am so amazed and praising the Lord that i am feeling peace like never before. i feel my attention stretched as i'm having to pay attention to a hundred little details, but able to rest in knowing that the Lord is guiding my steps. if you knew me a year ago.. you would seriously wonder if this is the same person. i am that person who takes everything into her hands and controls it, praying that the Lord will bless the things she goes after... rather than simply trusting that the Lord will bring about His plans in His time, and it's ok if it isn't exactly what i had pictured. in fact.. it's generally much more beautiful. a year ago, i was struggling with how to walk and move and take initiative without wrapping my heart up in something to the point that i become crushed when it doesn't work out. i was caught in a seemingly endless cycle of big hopes and dreams being crushed and stripped from my hands. this year has been filled with many things coming and going. as i'm trying to figure out exactly what direction i need to go down, what to pursue, what to let go of, i am experiencing a freedom that i never imagined could exist. i am still dreaming and walking toward those dreams, but i'm learning that the goal is not those dreams in and of themselves. the goal is more of Christ, and if i am moving in that direction, it doesn't matter how i get there. God has proven himself faithful. he never moves early, but he never fails to move. he makes everything beautiful in his time. if i truly believe his is both sovereign &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; good, i can confidently trust in his guiding. and i know he's not gonna reveal all the answers to me right now, so i have no other choice but to leave the future in his hands and seek him for how i should walk today. i am amazed at the work he has done in my heart. how he used my own selfishness and pride to humble me and let me see the beauty and freedom in truly trusting him. not just to bless my choices, but to take away the things i think i need so that he may be more glorified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a beautiful God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-2829770408985355825?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2829770408985355825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=2829770408985355825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/2829770408985355825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/2829770408985355825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/06/reflection.html' title='reflection.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-2458172315395308898</id><published>2008-05-26T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:39:23.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hope in heartache.</title><content type='html'>i've been thinking a lot about love and heartache. i've been thinking about how differently we as christians should and do deal with these issues. i mean.. we hurt just as deeply as everyone else, but we can have a different perspective on the pain. if we really believe that the Lord is both sovereign &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;good, even our pain becomes an opportunity for growth.. and joy. it seems that these times of deep pain can be some of the most beautiful moments with the Lord. think about it.. when we come to this place of complete brokenness, and then for even just a moment see a crystal clear glimpse of how the Lord is working growth through the situation, and we are able to feel the closeness of the spirit like we can only experience when we are at the end of ourselves, then we can hold to hope in our spirit that He is all we could ever need or want. our life becomes no longer about the pain we are experiencing in this moment, but about something much bigger than ourselves. truly realizing that our life is not our own. finding the only true life in laying ours down. this crazy paradox that miraculously leads to more freedom and joy than we could have ever imagined. without Christ, what can the world hope in? without this understanding that the Almighty is intricately working in our lives to bring us a place of greatest joy, how can they deal with the dark, deep hurts that we feel? my heart is burdened tonight for those that experience pain without a hope to which they can cling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-2458172315395308898?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2458172315395308898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=2458172315395308898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/2458172315395308898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/2458172315395308898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/paradox.html' title='hope in heartache.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-8303275536296882762</id><published>2008-05-11T21:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T21:39:39.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>strength in weakness.</title><content type='html'>my devotional yesterday talked about resting in times of weakness. funny.. 'cause the Lord has been teaching this to me in the last few weeks. i always want to do something. fix things. if something is wrong, i want to work toward a solution. make progress. move forward. and the Lord has so graciously put me at a place where everything is literally outside of my control. there is nothing that i can do. no arm that i can twist. no band-aid that i can put on my heart to make it feel better. it's simply going to take time and the Lord's grace and healing to pull me through this point. a frustrating and freeing lesson all in one. realizing it is out of my control is something that is hard for me to accept and be able to operate within. but at the same time, makes me feel so free in realizing that i don't have to figure it out. i don't have to try to move forward and find healing. i can lean on Him and He will be my strength. in His time, He will pull me to the other side and make something so beautiful in its time. He does that. not me. i can take no credit. so i wait. patiently? well.. i try to wait patiently, at least.. leaning upon Him and the support of priceless friends to hold me up and teach me in the midst of weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-8303275536296882762?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8303275536296882762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=8303275536296882762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/8303275536296882762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/8303275536296882762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/strength-in-weakness.html' title='strength in weakness.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-733346156137550455</id><published>2008-05-09T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T00:52:12.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm a big fan of moments when the Lord reminds us just to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-733346156137550455?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/733346156137550455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=733346156137550455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/733346156137550455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/733346156137550455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-big-fan-of-moments-when-lord-reminds.html' title=''/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-9165242526204584485</id><published>2008-05-07T12:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T13:08:56.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>growth.</title><content type='html'>i'm like one of those people i badger about posting more frequently. my apologies to any that may have been a victim to my badgering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Lord has been so faithful in teaching me soooo much over the last couple of months. i will hit the high points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i am learning to cling to Him in ways that i've never known before. being the self-sufficient, independent girl that i am.. i've been broken and so aware of my need of His strength. i'm learning my inadequacy, but find hope in realizing that He is adequate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. in the midst of my learning to cling to Him, i'm also learning the beauty of deep community. finding wholeness through shared experiences and accountability. all in all, i suppose you could say that my independent banner i have proudly held most of my life has been broken down. and what a beautiful process it has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. logic fails. this has probably been one of the hardest lessons for me to learn. i want to believe that things can be explained, but the Lord has shown me through several broken situations that i can't figure Him out. His ways are higher than mine, and i can't understand what He does. this lesson is also coupled with the realization that i can't always use logic to sway my heart. sometimes we just have to feel hurt and pain, and no matter how clearly we can see the situation, that doesn't soothe a broken heart. the only thing that can do that is time and continued pursuit of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He is good. even when i can't understand what's going on.. i can rest in this crazy faith that my life is being held together by the almighty creator of the universe, and He loves me. so even the most distressful situations can be seen as glorious because it is all part of his plan in moving us toward Him. it is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i overthink things. i know.. surprising. but seriously.. i need to learn to STOP thinking and just stop and praise. if i am pursing Him, He's not gonna let me get all crazy and screw up my life. He's directing it anyway, so i must just draw closer to Him and listen for His whispers to know the next step toward His purposes in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are some tidbits. there's so much more.. but let's just stop and rest in him for a moment. find our hearts' satisfaction in him alone.. everything else fades in the light of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-9165242526204584485?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9165242526204584485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=9165242526204584485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/9165242526204584485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/9165242526204584485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-like-one-of-those-people-i-badger.html' title='growth.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-5697598213592487048</id><published>2008-04-11T22:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:00:00.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>change.</title><content type='html'>I've been looking back on my college years the last couple of days. It's so sad to me to think about how close you become to so many people. How familiar their smell, their touch, their voice. And then you wake up one day, and they are simply gone. Even in the instance of an eventual drifting apart, you realize all at once that they are no longer the friend you once knew. I've had so many of these throughout my life, and SO many in just the last four years. A time of much growth, much togetherness, and a new determination to live deeply. But even in depth of life, no guarantee exists that those with whom you walk deeply will still be walking by your side in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt; to come. We move fast and things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; if you resist the change, you only end up making yourself miserable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; things will change whether you like it or not. So does that mean you stop loving? Stop fighting for depth of life? Maybe that should motivate us to fight harder. Love deeper. I've had the honor to be friends with some amazing people in my lifetime. But I can't hold to them and refuse to let change happen. I must appreciate and savor every moment I was able to share and then let go to see the incredible places the Lord leads us. But I'm still saddened at knowing that I will say good-bye for the last time at some point to a great majority of the people I have come to hold so close to my heart. The thought of all the effort required to build new, deep friendship exhausts me. I know it's natural and gradual, but sometimes I just want to hold the earth still and revisit that moment one last time... Perhaps that is part of the allure to marriage. That's the one constant you can trust in. A person that will never leave. I'm ready for consistency and rhythm. I'm finding it hard to let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"even the things that seem still are still changing... i stay focused on details. it keeps me from feeling the big things. but watch the microscope long enough, things that seem still are still changing."&lt;br /&gt;-ben folds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-5697598213592487048?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5697598213592487048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=5697598213592487048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/5697598213592487048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/5697598213592487048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/change.html' title='change.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-5476949751912228161</id><published>2008-04-11T09:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T09:46:32.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hearts and logic.</title><content type='html'>so i had a huge revelation last night:  my heart doesn't understand the language of logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is frustrating for someone who:&lt;br /&gt;a. wants to be able to control things.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;b. tries to be logical and level-headed about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realizing that i can't use logic to sway the desires of my heart is really frustrating me at the moment. i know the Lord has purpose in creating us like that, but right now i just feel that my heart is evil and wants things contrary to what i know is the will of the Lord. i just want to tell it to shut up and trust God because He has it all together. that it can rest in the promise that the Lord is faithful, and know that its desires are not best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;what a week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-5476949751912228161?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5476949751912228161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=5476949751912228161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/5476949751912228161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/5476949751912228161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/hearts-and-logic.html' title='hearts and logic.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-1299301700949397637</id><published>2008-04-02T17:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:25:05.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jamba mumbo jumbo.</title><content type='html'>i'm wasting some time at jamba juice before heading to work at church tonight. oh how i love free wi-fi... and tasty good-for-you snacks. what a lovely place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure no one reads this, so i'm just gonna ramble for a bit. if you peek at this, consider yourself warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the last few days, i have been looking back over all that the Lord has done in the last six weeks. i am truly at awe of his grace and love and just amazkindmercwowness. i had to make up a word because nothing seemed adequate. but seriously... i feel like a completely different person. i feel more free and more broken than i have in a very long time. seemingly contradicting feelings, i realize... but not when you're dealing with this guy. that seems to be how he works. i have been humbled in so many ways... forced to cling to him and not to depend on anyone else. not to trust in my abilities, logic, or control. and to really grasp that has changed everything. he is more glorified, and i am most satisfied. funny how that works. the funny thing about this all is that i never thought that i would be able to find some sort of contentment like that without either having all my junk together or being completely crushed and feeling like slime. (sometimes... i'm an extremist, what can i say?) but i'm learning that it's just not about me at all. i am completely depraved and nothing good is in me. anything good is credited to him... so it doesn't matter where i am. i'm sure that sounds like a duh to you calvinists out there... but i feel like i have a new grasp on this. it's different from just hearing the words and knowing the truth deep in my being. he is good and that is enough. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week i will be in the hv/denton area about twice as much as my apt. i'm ready to live here.&lt;br /&gt;43 days. EEK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-1299301700949397637?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1299301700949397637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=1299301700949397637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/1299301700949397637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/1299301700949397637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-wasting-some-time-at-jamba-juice.html' title='jamba mumbo jumbo.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-2653811343557851523</id><published>2008-03-31T16:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:31:41.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nickel and dimed.</title><content type='html'>i just finished a very interesting book. the author is a journalist who traversed the lines of class to try her hand at making ends meet in low-wage jobs. working day and night to make ends meet, living in temporary housing with only a car at her disposal, she had some very interesting remarks at the end of her venture that i would like to share (and if you don't read them all.. at least read the last quote;) ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most civilized nations compensate for the inadequacy of wages by providing relatively generous public services such as health insurance, free or subsidized child care, subsidized housing, and effective public transportation. But the United States, for all its wealth, leaves its citizens to fend for themselves-facing market-based rents, for example, on their wages alone. For millions of Americans, that $10-or even $8 or $6- hourly wage is all there is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To go from the bottom 20 percent to the top 20 percent is to enter a magical world where needs are met, problems are solved, almost without any intermediate effort. If you want to get somewhere fast, you hail a cab. If your aged parents have grown tiresome or incontinent, you put them away where others will deal with their dirty diapers and dementia. If you are part of the upper-middle-class majority that employs a maid or maid service, you return from work to find the house miraculously restored to order-the toilet bowls [poop]-free and gleaming, the socks that you left on the floor levitated back to their normal dwelling place. Here, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweat is a metaphor for hard work, but seldom its consequence. &lt;/span&gt;Hundreds of little things get done, reliably and routinely ever day, without anyone's seeming to do them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guilt...Isn't that what we're supposed to feel? But guilt doesn't go anywhere near far enough; the appropriate emotion is shame-shame at our own dependency, in this case, on the underpaid labor of others. When someone works for less pay than she can live on-when, for example, she goes hungry so that you can eat more cheaply and conveniently- then she has made a great sacrifice for you, she has made you a gift of some part of her abilities, her health, and her life. The "working poor," as they are so approvingly termed, are in fact the major philanthropists of our society. They neglect their own children so that the children of others will be cared for; they live in substandard housing so that other homes will be shiny and perfect; they endure privation so that inflation will be low and stock prices high. To be a member of the working poor is to be an anonymous donor, a nameless benefactor, to everyone else."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-2653811343557851523?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2653811343557851523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=2653811343557851523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/2653811343557851523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/2653811343557851523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/nickel-and-dimed.html' title='nickel and dimed.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-1652367723426849791</id><published>2008-03-27T11:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:06:50.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>state of the union.</title><content type='html'>it feels like each new week brings monumental changes in my life, these days. it's weird to think of all that is going to be changing in such a short time. new home. new job. new school. new city. new friends. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm doing well. this semester, God has chosen to teach me some hard lessons. learn to cling to him as my one and only constant. what does real, authentic, deep love really look like? what kind of person do i want to really be? what kind of life to do i want to truly pursue? things that i've always understood on one level, he has deepened and pushed deep within my soul. there have been tears, laughing, anger, brokenness, frustration. to think of it all is a little overwhelming, but in the end, i can say that he is good. he is faithful. through it all, he's given me a quiet confidence. i think (key word) that i'm getting a glimpse of some things just around the corner, but i've learned to not anticipate it or try and figure things out. to enjoy where i am and deeply trust in where he is leading. i am beginning to remember that deep feeling when i am in the center of his will. sometimes i forget that and try to forge my own path. i get anxious and want to control my path. but through all of the broken dreams and letting go that i have endured over the last 4 years, i can see that he knew best all along. imagine that... so i'm learning to trust him and to look for that inner confidence to hear his voice and follow his guiding. i'm so glad he loves me enough to take away the things that mean the world to me if they will bring me more of him. at times, it's so hard for me to understand, but i'm learning to trust from deep inside that he is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the spiritual things, but here's the rest. i've sent in all my stuff to eastern in philadelphia. just waiting on an answer now. i've most likely found a place in denton to chill out for the summer. i found my dream job in philadelphia.. no worries.. an application will be sent in asap. graduation is right around the corner, and i am pumped about a summer of just working, reading, and enjoying community. i'm grateful for a glimpse, but i'm also learning to truly enjoy the surprises, bumps, and bruises along the way...&lt;div 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union.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-2304448705290720417</id><published>2008-03-18T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:46:33.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>living the extreme love.</title><content type='html'>i had an epiphany today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's oftentimes much easier to love strangers at a distance than to unconditionally and deeply love the people in my everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking today about how Jesus commanded us to love our enemies (ok.. that one's hard) but also to love those than can offer us nothing in return. i have this strong sense of conviction for the homeless and impoverished. i want to sell all my things and just go and live and love them. i want to be in the hard places and find fulfillment in seeing the impact a simple act of kindness can have on a person's demeanor. don't worry.. i'm still working at this. i have a passion for it, but find that my practice often falls short of really walking this out. but on the other hand, i find it much more difficult at times to love my family, roommates and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... you are much more vulnerable with these people. they actually know you, so are much more able to prod at just the right time to deeply hurt you. also, you know them on a deeper level, so you are able to get closer and see the things that may frustrate you about them. i can say i love my friends and act kindly toward them, but how do i respond when i get frustrated with them? what do i do when i feel like they are making less effort than me in the relationship? instead of loving them with an extreme love and pursuing them.. really pouring into them and edifying them.. rather than going out of my way to make sure they are loved and cared for i find myself frustrated and prideful. unwilling to get over myself enough to find out what is going on under the surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh God, may i not forgot that my neighbor is not just the stranger down the street, but also my family member that i find no common ground with. i may take these in my life for granted and it seems like this is a place the enemy can plant a seed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want extreme love in EVERY area. not just the distant, disconnected places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-2304448705290720417?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-4958919247707723720</id><published>2008-03-08T14:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T14:54:53.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>faithful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;so amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a distance    in the air and I cannot make it leave&lt;br /&gt; I wave my arms 'round about me and blow with all my might&lt;br /&gt; I cannot sense you close, though I know you're always here&lt;br /&gt; But the comfort of you near is what I long for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;When I can't feel you, I have learned to reach out just the same&lt;br /&gt; When I can't hear you, I know you still hear every word I pray&lt;br /&gt; And I want you more than I want to live another day&lt;br /&gt; And as I wait for you maybe I'm made more faithful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All the folly of the past, though I know it is undone&lt;br /&gt; I still feel the guilty one, still trying to make it right&lt;br /&gt; So I whisper soft your name, let it roll around my tongue, knowing    you're the only one who knows me&lt;br /&gt; You know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;When I can't feel you, I have learned to reach out just the same&lt;br /&gt; When I can't hear you, I know you still hear every word I pray&lt;br /&gt; And I want you more than I want to live another day&lt;br /&gt; And as I wait for you maybe I'm made more faithful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Show me how I should live this&lt;br /&gt; Show me where I should walk&lt;br /&gt; I count this world as a loss to me&lt;br /&gt; You are all I want&lt;br /&gt; You are all I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;When I can't feel you, I have learned to reach out just the same&lt;br /&gt; When I can't hear you, I know you still hear every word I pray&lt;br /&gt; And I want you more than I want to live another day&lt;br /&gt; And as I wait for you maybe I'm made more faithful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As I wait for you maybe I am made more faithful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by brooke fraser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-4958919247707723720?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4958919247707723720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=4958919247707723720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/4958919247707723720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/4958919247707723720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/faithful.html' title='faithful.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-8575333249991512826</id><published>2008-03-06T01:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T09:41:17.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings of a discontented soul.</title><content type='html'>we are surrounded by it on every side. scientists and anthropologists have spent countless hours studying the biological intricacies of it. any good movie or novel speaks of it. the human soul screams from deep within in search of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've recently come to be a cynic, i must confess. i always thought i had a pretty good grip on the whole idea. i don't hold to allusions of prince charming or the slaying of dragons. i have never believed that one could attain real, meaningful love through the charms of sex. i know it's a choice and more than just a feeling. i know it is unselfish, does not envy, does not boast. but even with all of this logic, i feel like my perceptions of the whole idea have fallen short of the reality of this word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm logical. one could even say i have come to pride myself on this fact. but logic and common sense cannot ease the pains of heartache or describe the ecstasy shared between two lovers. while cognitive understanding may be possible, those little things called emotions still seem to get in the way. but beyond that, i've even begun to wonder something else:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we see pictures of love through our movies. tales of happily ever after and fighting for a love that conquers all. "all you need is love" echos through the music, and everyone seems to be on a search for that perfect match. but what about that bit character that is rejected for no other reason than "they're just not 'the one'"? not really what i'm looking for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or i've seen love mirrored in the lives of those around me. it seems like a disease that often overtakes them and makes them completely oblivious to anyone else in the world. two people so wrapped up in each other that literally no one else matters. nope... not interested in that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or there's the love that always seems to be striving. fighting for justification in a relationship that finds no peace within the soul. it looks perfect on the outside, but for whatever reason, the pieces just don't seem to fit. whether it's different life paths, secret sin, or simply incompatibility, the lovers will most likely spend their lives trying to convince themselves it really is right, or they will end up searching for love in another place. if that's love.. i don't want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what does God-centered, romantic love really look like? i've been giving this a lot of thought over the last couple of weeks. unfortunately, i find very few couples to look up to as models of this kind of love. so my imagination has been at work. i went back to an old sermon of matt's on sex and love. he talked about raw-aw and ahava love in the old testament. this sort of relentless love that says i see the good, bad, and ugly, and still choose to walk with you through this life. love that says i'm not going anywhere. i'm here to stay. i can't even begin to think i can express or understand the depths of all this, but i wonder how beautifully vulnerable the Lord wants us to be with those around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart longs to experience that kind of depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i imagine the security found in that love and am discontented with shallow relationships. i can't wrap my mind around all of this right now. that's frustrating to me. i know this post is unconnected and insufficient, but it's my thoughts as of late. i long for more. more depth. more grace. more brokenness if that's what it will take to achieve depth. i'm tired of cliches and sunday school answers. of boys instead of men. of strivings within my soul for things that will not satisfy. his love is deep and wide and SUFFICIENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i wish my mind simply had an off button. this is one of those nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-8575333249991512826?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8575333249991512826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=8575333249991512826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/8575333249991512826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/8575333249991512826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/ramblings-of-discontented-soul.html' title='ramblings of a discontented soul.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-8265136547661214795</id><published>2008-03-04T23:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:46:41.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>why not?</title><content type='html'>10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;age 12. man... oh... man. let's see. i was more confident then than i could ever imagine myself now. i still had glasses in the 6th grade and was a proud member of the math club. i loved my shaq laker's jersey, and i'm pretty sure i still thought stir-ups were in fashion. my best friend was kristen beaupre and i was an amazing goalie for my soccer team and on the dance ministry at church. i was convinced that law school at harvard was the only future for me (hence the reason my dad began then saving for my college education). and to top it all off... i was on the computer olympiad team. what can i say? once a nerd.... always a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things on my To-Do List for Today:&lt;br /&gt;close my little eyes and off to dreamland...&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow: work all day.. and then figuring out the rest of my life. ya know.. the usual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would do if I suddenly became a BILLIONAIRE!!&lt;br /&gt;i would build my grandparents a house on their farm. then i would buy my mom new "hip" clothes. haha.. and then i would give all the money away to the relational tithe before it ruined my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of my baD HAbiTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. i interrupt people a lot.&lt;br /&gt;2. sometimes i talk loud (according to joy).&lt;br /&gt;3. and i type loud.. also according to joy.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously.. i wash my hands..... incessantly. it's probably a sickness.&lt;br /&gt;and i can get obsessed with efficiency and forget that relationships and patience with people is more important than getting a task done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I have had:&lt;br /&gt;1. auntie anne's pretzel girl&lt;br /&gt;2. dbu cashiers office&lt;br /&gt;3. opening freaking bell coffee&lt;br /&gt;4. nannying-ish this current family&lt;br /&gt;5. i interned (aka gave in to "the man") at a printing company in the summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things people don't know about me:&lt;br /&gt;1. i have a strict routine in the shower. and there have been times that i have skipped a step and forgotten to wash my hair. it's sad to think about.&lt;br /&gt;2. when i get really stressed, i run away and drive to an unfamiliar place to explore or somewhere pretty where i can be outside enjoying some serenity.&lt;br /&gt;3. i sometimes get the urge to sell everything i own. this usually just ends in my going through some of my stuff and getting rid of things in a moment of impulse.&lt;br /&gt;4. i cannot stand to leave a page of my journal half-way completed. i sometimes go back and write on a different day and "finish my thoughts" after the fact. i kinda feel like that's journal cheating or something...&lt;br /&gt;5. i love to organize things. for example, all of my pictures are organized on my external hard drive by semesters and then by events within the semester. i am ocd about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. anyone who possibly reads this blog has already been tagged, so it's gonna have to just end with me this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for sharing, ash!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-8265136547661214795?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8265136547661214795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=8265136547661214795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/8265136547661214795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/8265136547661214795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-not.html' title='why not?'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-1390823752112154726</id><published>2008-02-29T11:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:58:02.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wanted.</title><content type='html'>i am currently accepting applications for someone.... anyone... to volunteer and make God-centered decisions regarding the rest of my life. any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benefits include:&lt;br /&gt;a stress-free robin.. much more enjoyable to be around than a crazed twentysomething trying to find her way.&lt;br /&gt;sufficient payment in the form of chocolate eggs.  mmmm....&lt;br /&gt;intangible benefits that are too good to mention on here. ;)&lt;br /&gt;i have a hat i could probably give you.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sure the Lord would reward you in your pursuit of Him in regards to a clear path for my walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.... anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-1390823752112154726?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1390823752112154726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=1390823752112154726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/1390823752112154726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/1390823752112154726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/open-position.html' title='wanted.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-174804494980416398</id><published>2008-02-21T15:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T11:07:31.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hold to Him.</title><content type='html'>i am grateful that the Lord cares about me enough to take away even those things that i am convinced i need and want. i feel a different kind of broken. i am amazed at how the Lord prepares us and is so faithful. i'm thankful for the peace and the grace to feel love and pain and brokenness. i think God forgets that i need a break or at least something constant to hold to. orrrr... he's just trying to teach me that i need to hold to him alone and let him be my only constant. that's probably more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;a God who is bigger and more involved in my life than i can even begin to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;friends who love me and are so good to me.&lt;br /&gt;shane &amp;amp; shane. jeff johnson. rich mullins. bethany dillon. and john mayer.&lt;br /&gt;painting.&lt;br /&gt;colby.. my iPod, of course. ;)&lt;br /&gt;the amazing, big sky.&lt;br /&gt;memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.. just needed a little reminder for myself.&lt;br /&gt;God is GOOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-174804494980416398?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/174804494980416398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=174804494980416398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/174804494980416398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/174804494980416398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/hold-to-him.html' title='hold to Him.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-5291838307365589573</id><published>2008-02-16T10:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T10:17:12.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what if...</title><content type='html'>yesterday i was wondering what it would be like to live in a world where guys and girls' restrooms were no longer separate. random... yes. but let's think about this for a sec. if we never divided the genders, would it be such a big deal that they are separate. i mean.. of course now that we have had boys and girls rooms for such a long time, it would just be weird if we now decided that these two should become one. but what if there was never a difference? would we feel as though something was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or how about the drinking age. what if we never had a drinking age, and teenagers could gulp as they see fit? would they be out of control in their consumption? or would it be less of a big deal simply because everyone could do it? is the allure just in the fact that they cannot do it? i wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or what if girls didn't shave their legs? now i know.. you're thinking GROSS. but if we had never felt the smoothness of a freshly shaved calf, would we really think it was that out of place? we simply wouldn't know any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know.. weird post. but i was just thinking about how many of our actions are based on societal norms and not hardened facts of nature. things could be different in another world at another time. we've created this world. i just think that's so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-5291838307365589573?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5291838307365589573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=5291838307365589573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/5291838307365589573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/5291838307365589573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-if.html' title='what if...'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-776818005592650488</id><published>2008-02-11T00:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:20:42.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>interconnectedness.</title><content type='html'>"Why is it that people get married?&lt;br /&gt;    Because we need a witness to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;    There’s a billion people on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;    What does any one life really mean?&lt;br /&gt;    But in a marriage, you’re promising to care about everything…&lt;br /&gt;    The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things,&lt;br /&gt;    All of it… all the time, every day.&lt;br /&gt;    You’re saying “Your life will not go unnoticed  because I will notice it.&lt;br /&gt;    Your life will not go unwitnessed - because I will be your witness.”&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wife in the movie, "Shall We Dance?" 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this explanation of marriage and just being connected to others in general. i've been reading a book lately, and it talks a lot about interdependence with people and how this has become a lost art among our culture. we emphasize independence and self-sufficiency over leaning upon others. i've been thinking through this a bit and realized that i'm not even really sure what it looks like to be interdependent. but i have come to appreciate a few deep relationships over several shallow ones, and allowing myself to be vulnerable in an attempt at being known. it seems that we all long for someone to take notice of our lives and walk along beside us. but this community must be fought for. it doesn't come easy with the voices of culture resounding in our ears telling us to look out for number one and don't trust anyone other than yourself. perhaps one day i will have a better grasp on this. for now, building authentic community will be the focus of some attention for me.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-776818005592650488?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/776818005592650488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=776818005592650488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/776818005592650488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/776818005592650488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/interconnectedness.html' title='interconnectedness.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-6445752245444850637</id><published>2008-02-07T11:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T11:56:50.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>protesting the microwave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.appliancist.com/compact-microwave-oven-panasonic-nn-e225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.appliancist.com/compact-microwave-oven-panasonic-nn-e225.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided that i'm tired of living in a microwave society. while i do enjoy many of the conveniences of the world in which we live....&lt;br /&gt;........cars...................................&lt;br /&gt;.................cell phones.............&lt;br /&gt;......wireless internet..............&lt;br /&gt;.....................electricity...........&lt;br /&gt;.............tivo..............................&lt;br /&gt;...............digital cameras.......&lt;br /&gt;....hot water.............................&lt;br /&gt;...........fast food........................&lt;br /&gt;just to name a few....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am also unconvinced that most of these things serve to actually better our lives. in an attempt to make everything so much simpler, we have complicated the universe beyond reason. instead of using a travel agent to make vacation arrangements, we have loads of information at our fingertips to get the absolute best price. we try this day and this airline and this hotel and hope that it equals the most efficient option. in reality, it overwhelms us with more information than we can sort through. this need for control permeates every aspect of our lives, eventually leading to a societal breakdown. (this is my prediction, at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast food makes us fat. high-speed internet makes us impatient. tivo makes us demanding. and advil makes us numb to the slightest pain so we don't know how to deal when real pain comes our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i want to move somewhere away from the bustle and need for convenience. i know this will pass as soon as i want my tall vanilla non-fat latte, but for now, i long for something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-6445752245444850637?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6445752245444850637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=6445752245444850637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6445752245444850637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6445752245444850637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/protesting-microwave.html' title='protesting the microwave.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-6251727392295953766</id><published>2008-02-01T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T10:35:16.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of being known.</title><content type='html'>i asked the Lord two years ago for deeper relationships, and i am just now really beginning to take a look back and appreciate all that he has done in these two years. i can see how i was virtually horrified of letting anyone close enough to see that i'm not perfect. my anthem to the world:&lt;br /&gt;"you will never know who i really am inside. you only see what i can't hide. and if you even see that much, then stop right there. that's close enough."      -levi smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the Lord has broken me and made me less than satisfied with superficial relationships that stroke my ego and hide my insecurities. i have learned through home group and trying to walk through life living authentically, that only in times of great vulnerability can you truly be known and encouraged. i have learned to share my failings and that with friends i have grown to trust, these confessions are never met by judgmental eyes or pitiful remarks, but with mourning and love. this is a beauty of christian community that i feel few other people are able to experience. it saddens me that most christians even, are unable to tear down their pride enough to experience this blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i've come to learn the beauty in knowing a person and truly being known. what it's like to take down your guard and decide that you are really going to give this thing called love a shot. oh what a great risk to share yourself and have no guarantee of this person's reaction. but being known is one of the deepest longings of our heart, and with such deep water, much risk is present. as chandler has often said, we are called to love, no matter what the other person's response may be. oh, to appreciate the beauty and depth of a love that cannot be swayed. a love that is diligent and puts its own desires to sleep in the light of caring for another. my prayer today is that i may learn this kind of love. for i feel it greater than any other thing we could experience in this broken world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-6251727392295953766?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6251727392295953766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=6251727392295953766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6251727392295953766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6251727392295953766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/02/art-of-being-known.html' title='the art of being known.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-4415507173341060420</id><published>2008-01-30T21:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:22:46.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST</title><content type='html'>it's true. i might be a little obsessed. but i am super pumped about the LOST premiere tomorrow night!! that's pretty much all i've been up to lately, so that's all i have to update about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how i've missed thee... kate, sawyer, JACK, claire, sun, jin, john, sayid, hugo, and charlie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-4415507173341060420?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4415507173341060420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=4415507173341060420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/4415507173341060420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/4415507173341060420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/lost.html' title='LOST'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-1443200605202212796</id><published>2008-01-23T08:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:50:45.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye 21...</title><content type='html'>so today i cross over into the world of adulthood. for the first time in my life, i feel as though this is a rite of passage that i am fighting with everything in me. perhaps it is because of the lack of uncertainty as to what this year will hold, or perhaps the feeling that expectations arise when one reaches this certain point along the journey of life. i suppose i just need to remember that there is a balance (as always) to having fun and not taking life too seriously and moving toward the more responsible things of life. it's weird because i generally feel as though i am ready for the next stage of life when it comes around. when it was time to get a car and start driving.. i was comfortable with the pile of metal and a full tank of gas. when high school graduation rolled around, i embraced the good-byes, black gowns, and a packed car ready to drive into my future life. in the last year, i have felt ready for graduation and life after college. now that it's almost here, i feel the seeds of doubt creeping in. i suppose this is the ultimate test. i'll be on my own and the world is at my fingertips. perhaps i am just being dramatic and need to chill a little. maybe part of growing up is realizing that change is a part of life, and although you can anticipate big changes like turning 22 and graduating more than little changes, life is all a constant process forcing growth and brokenness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's to the first of "just another birthdays"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should end on a more upbeat note. some of my favorites about being 21:&lt;br /&gt;valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;learning through heartache.&lt;br /&gt;sadie hawkins.&lt;br /&gt;dancing under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;home group girls that have kept me sane.&lt;br /&gt;new and old friends that i have come to appreciate more than i could imagine.&lt;br /&gt;learing to live life with an open hand.&lt;br /&gt;barb and elise.&lt;br /&gt;a boy who is so amazing to me.&lt;br /&gt;cheddars margaritas.&lt;br /&gt;experiencing the restoration of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;trips to denton.&lt;br /&gt;new year's.&lt;br /&gt;coming to the end of myself and realizing i must rely on someone stronger than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-1443200605202212796?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-6286541346975543903</id><published>2008-01-06T01:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T01:41:44.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2008.</title><content type='html'>it's a new year! and i can't even begin to imagine what God has in store for the upcoming months. i'm learning that there's nothing i can trust in other than the Lord. imagine that... but seriously, nothing is certain, so we just have to close our eyes, open our hands, and hold tight to Him. i can't even begin to wrap my mind around where i will be in one year, but here is an abbreviated version of my new year's resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the typical.. eat healthier. work out. (we'll see....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cook at least one meal from a new recipe each week. it's time to broaden my horizons and practice some cooking skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live more SIMPLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recycle more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue with piano lessons. and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;intentionally serve and love others more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll leave you with these words from an old hymn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, guide my wandering feet.&lt;br /&gt;Draw me to thy mercy seat.&lt;br /&gt;Not to trust but sovereign grace.&lt;br /&gt;Thou only art my hiding place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when thy Spirit shines within.&lt;br /&gt;And makes me feel the plague of sin.&lt;br /&gt;And how I long to see they face.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause then I want a hiding place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Jesus, shine and then&lt;br /&gt;I can feel sweetness in salvation's plan.&lt;br /&gt;And as a sinner, plead for grace.&lt;br /&gt;Christ the sinner's hiding place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-6286541346975543903?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6286541346975543903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=6286541346975543903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6286541346975543903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6286541346975543903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-6806943691436496147</id><published>2008-01-03T20:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T01:27:28.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>looking through rose-colored lenses.</title><content type='html'>i'm updating! get excited. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am currently reading a book called "The Working Poor". it's basically about the people in america that work all of their lives and are never able to rise above to end to end the cycle of poverty. it's made me think lately about my personal view of the world. i think that at this point in my life, i have a very idealized view of the world. i want to think that i can make a huge difference and fix all the problems of society. ok.. maybe not that idealized, but i do feel that i can do something. i wonder if everyone feels so powerful at some point in their lives, or if i seem to surround myself with friends that share my views. i'm afraid that i'm going to enter the world with this great ambition, only to become weary and disoriented by the harsh realities of poverty and the hardness of people. i suppose i'll just have to set my eyes forward and trust in what the Lord works through me and not allow myself to become discouraged by failure. He will work as He chooses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.. i'm boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-6806943691436496147?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6806943691436496147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=6806943691436496147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6806943691436496147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6806943691436496147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2008/01/looking-through-rose-colored-lenses.html' title='looking through rose-colored lenses.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-4048420027985230363</id><published>2007-12-05T21:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:18:11.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hold tight.</title><content type='html'>i am more convinced than ever that God lets me make my plans just to appease me as i feel that He might be swaying my heart once again. i've come to learn such a sweet lesson over the last several months of living life with an open hand. truly trusting that God's plans are so much bigger and better than mine, and that He will open the doors He wants me to walk through. i can't rely upon my own intellect or reasoning. God doesn't live within the realm of my logic. so i trust. that He has this bigger plan. and in my fear of missing out on something and losing life experience, He will grant me the only life truly worth living. all these are words that i have heard many times before, but they have become intensely sweet to my soul. i have realized their truth and the power in their depth. there's too many amazing options.. too many opportunities.. i can't figure out the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;. so i'll "settle" for where God leads. he is good. he is sovereign. and he is great. i have nothing to worry about. just time once again to cling tightly to the hand he so graciously offers to me and learn to enjoy the ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-4048420027985230363?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4048420027985230363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=4048420027985230363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/4048420027985230363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/4048420027985230363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-more-convinced-than-ever-that-god.html' title='hold tight.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-4572729253241483367</id><published>2007-11-27T11:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T11:43:04.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/R0xUh7lVKHI/AAAAAAAAACg/2XXyHfYN1YQ/s1600-h/DSCF4461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/R0xUh7lVKHI/AAAAAAAAACg/2XXyHfYN1YQ/s200/DSCF4461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137574216829577330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/R0xULrlVKGI/AAAAAAAAACY/NuTIN9hNil0/s1600-h/DSCF4489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/R0xULrlVKGI/AAAAAAAAACY/NuTIN9hNil0/s200/DSCF4489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137573834577487970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/R0xT17lVKFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2czkICEUcX4/s1600-h/DSCF4478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/R0xT17lVKFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2czkICEUcX4/s200/DSCF4478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137573460915333202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-4572729253241483367?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4572729253241483367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=4572729253241483367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/4572729253241483367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/4572729253241483367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-christmas.html' title='it&apos;s christmas!!'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/R0xUh7lVKHI/AAAAAAAAACg/2XXyHfYN1YQ/s72-c/DSCF4461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-3758547218007855230</id><published>2007-11-26T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T21:17:42.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom.</title><content type='html'>i loved this verse in proverbs i read this morning. such a wise statement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"two things i ask of you; deny them not to me before i die: remove far from me falsehood and lying; give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with the food that is needful for me, lest i be full and deny you and say, "who is the Lord?" or lest i be poor and steal and profane the name of my God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be content with just the food that i need... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also:&lt;br /&gt;"whoever trusts in his own mind is a fool, but he who walks in wisdom will be delivered."&lt;br /&gt;prov 28:26&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-3758547218007855230?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3758547218007855230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=3758547218007855230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/3758547218007855230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/3758547218007855230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/wisdom.html' title='wisdom.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449340229505825256.post-6883511557839317040</id><published>2007-11-24T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T11:30:24.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no more back-ups.</title><content type='html'>we've been talking about abraham at church recently. very intriguing. one of the points mentioned in the sermon was that God told abraham to let go of ishmael and send him away. this was abraham's back-up plan. he trusted God, but still had the assurance that if something was to happen to isaac, he had another son that could fulfill God's promises. but God said no. so abraham trusted God and sent ishmael and hagar away. he had to let go of his back-up plan and trust that God was going to do what he said he was going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the last year.. really even six months, i have grown to trust God so much. i used to try really hard to trust God, but really lived in a state of anxiety over things that i cannot control. i've had to learn that even when i try to hold things in my closed hand, they never work out like i plan. beyond that, God's way is better anyway, so letting go of anxiety and really resting in the peace that God is sovereign.. and truly good.. is so much more incredible than trying to figure it out on my own. even so, those words last week pierced my heart. i trust God and i believe that he will fulfill his purposes in my life, but i do hold to back-up plans "just in case." i'm a control freak. i want to feel like i have some sort of control over the things that happen in my life. but God is saying to let those go and trust fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is confusing. it throws curveballs and i try to logically feel my way through. i'm learning that my logic falls short and i must rest in the freedom and peace that God alone can lead my path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, for grace to trust Him more..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7449340229505825256-6883511557839317040?l=robchelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6883511557839317040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7449340229505825256&amp;postID=6883511557839317040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6883511557839317040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7449340229505825256/posts/default/6883511557839317040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robchelle.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-more-back-ups.html' title='no more back-ups.'/><author><name>rob.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807926752741821036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHDiQij9OYs/S8uAeDgJu9I/AAAAAAAAAGc/7YrQMdxWzII/S220/DSCF6846.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
