<?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-15059464</id><updated>2012-01-29T18:40:51.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><subtitle type='html'>joy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-1537898083088325989</id><published>2010-08-22T05:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T05:01:25.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birth video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFUZCnPa6Ew/SCDmZO4EjwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NhTDz4jq5Ws/s200/Photo+64.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197407291149946626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;sunday is mothers day.  i am here in reykjavik iceland and my mama is 3110 miles south and a little west, in north carolina.&lt;br /&gt;this will be my first mothers day not living in the same city as my mom and i dare say it might be a harder thing for me, than for her.  there were many years in which i lived very selfishly and rarely even called my mom or family although we lived just 5 minutes apart.   nowadays i cannot imagine life without them.  they are loving, supportive, forgiving and have put up with so much shit from me that its hardly funny.  my mom spoils me with her kind words and fresh squeezed apple juice.  the former, everyday, the ladder just when i am in n.c. for a visit.  i share her love for flowers and gardening so we enjoy shopping for, planting, and caring for plants, flowers, herbs and vegetables together.  she demonstrates the  testimony of jesus as she loves with selfless tenacity, always wanting more and better for me than for herself.   she is a perfect confidante,  tenderhearted yet strong, childlike yet full of wisdom and understanding and  truly a gift from the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-6185503268520695973?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6185503268520695973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=6185503268520695973&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/6185503268520695973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/6185503268520695973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2008/05/mom.html' title='mom'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFUZCnPa6Ew/SCDmZO4EjwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/NhTDz4jq5Ws/s72-c/Photo+64.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-1139115825832939072</id><published>2008-03-23T19:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:23:31.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jesus</title><content type='html'>i really enjoyed a movie i saw this week, called August Rush.  the non-believable plot, was won over with a magical sense of knowing that we are created for something more, which beckons us, if we listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also really enjoyed some teaching i heard on friday night from a swedish guy, on priesthood.   it was a challenge to forget being mr. nice guy and blatantly lay out the gospel to everyone we meet,  as in,  take responisbility for them as their priest.   i was offended by this guys arrogance (in christ and what He did on the cross and on what He did within this guy )  but challenged me  step up to the plate, and fully rely on the great position i have been given in jesus.  it is a great position.  full of power.  i can be bold in what jesus has done for me and i should be.    &lt;br /&gt;thank you jesus for the great things you have done in my life.  you saved me, you healed my body and you have removed my constantly disappointed demeanor, and replaced it with joy, love, peace, and a continual urge to press in to God and to ask for more love.  jesus i want more.  as the song says, i want to burn with passion for you God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt; 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Halleluiah!!!  because of jesus, the holy spirit is near, but thru this music,  i can feel Him more.   and it makes me feel gooooood!!#%%$/&amp;%#%&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jasonupton.net/com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;id=255&amp;Itemid=446"&gt;purchase the key of david&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-3091834793268293331?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3091834793268293331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=3091834793268293331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/3091834793268293331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/3091834793268293331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothings-gunna-hold-me-back.html' title='nothings gunna hold me back'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-6556030042688740702</id><published>2008-01-28T18:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T18:36:19.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11:32pm,january 28th 2008</title><content type='html'>feeling farther from home than ever.&lt;br /&gt;i feel desperate, empty, hopeless.  &lt;br /&gt;.......but i am learning to speak icelandic.    AND  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this too, shall pass.  takk fyrir jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-6556030042688740702?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6556030042688740702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=6556030042688740702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/6556030042688740702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/6556030042688740702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2008/01/1132pmjanuary-28th-2008.html' title='11:32pm,january 28th 2008'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-60092714715025413</id><published>2007-11-19T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:52:45.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WAIT........wait......  wait.</title><content type='html'>i am blown away by the way God moves into my life, just in the nick of time, when i have almost died, and swoops me up in exhilerating encouragement.   its worth it.  those times that feel soooo bad that seem soooo horrible in the moment are so insignificant after God does His thing.   hold out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFUZCnPa6Ew/RwvJNh7lhVI/AAAAAAAAABc/UWRojX6CxAM/s320/IMG_8619.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119406635720475986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFUZCnPa6Ew/RwvI1x7lhUI/AAAAAAAAABU/jmmPSZQscjM/s1600-h/IMG_8537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style=":; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFUZCnPa6Ew/RwvI1x7lhUI/AAAAAAAAABU/jmmPSZQscjM/s320/IMG_8537.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119406227698582850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFUZCnPa6Ew/RwvIpx7lhTI/AAAAAAAAABM/oiFgDnbqlDM/s1600-h/IMG_8621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFUZCnPa6Ew/RwvIpx7lhTI/AAAAAAAAABM/oiFgDnbqlDM/s320/IMG_8621.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119406021540152626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-5861068997085721869?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/5861068997085721869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=5861068997085721869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/5861068997085721869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/5861068997085721869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2007/10/view-from-67-snorrabraut-reykjavik.html' title='the view from 67 snorrabraut, reykjavik iceland'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QFUZCnPa6Ew/RwvJNh7lhVI/AAAAAAAAABc/UWRojX6CxAM/s72-c/IMG_8619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-7601897195698248321</id><published>2007-09-27T07:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T08:19:23.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God really loves us.</title><content type='html'>so i had these similiar situations happen yesterday, that brought assumptions within me relating to how God must feel on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;i spoke with my mom, dad and brother on skype.  (skype, for those who dont know, is this wonderful program that allows those with video and audio capabilities on their computers to talk and see one another thru the computers for FREE.)&lt;br /&gt;as i was interacting with them, talking, laughing, catching up on everyday life, my computer screen blinked, i heard my mom say, "what happened" then i proceeded to watch, as my mom buried her face in her hands and cried.  she could not see or hear me any longer but i could see and hear her as she sobbed.  it was the most helpless horrible feeling i could imagine.  if she could have known that i was fine and that i would just email her or that someone could fix her computer she would have been fine but she thought she had broken it and that we would no longer get to communicate using skype.&lt;br /&gt;later yesterday something similiar happened.  my sister grace, downloaded skype on her computer so we decided to try it out, comunicatting thru email.   so i called her and she answered and we quickly realized that she could see and hear me fine but i could not see or hear her, so i was left to just speak to them, pour out my thoughts and heart, waive my hands and hope they could hear me.  indeed they had heard and had seen me and seemed to be somewhat entertained at my lame attempts to communicate.    &lt;br /&gt; God can see and hear us perfectly.  we cannot always see (ok honestly i have never actually seen God, but i know people who have had glimpses) and hear God but he is there, watching us and often speaing to us.  &lt;br /&gt;Just like we want to know how the people we love the most are all the time so does God with us, so He watches and listens to us.  He cares and loves us and wants to know how we are at all times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-7601897195698248321?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/7601897195698248321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=7601897195698248321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/7601897195698248321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/7601897195698248321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2007/09/god-really-loves-us.html' title='God really loves us.'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-6863755265092837729</id><published>2007-08-28T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:19:34.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>iceland</title><content type='html'>my husband and i are moving to iceland on september 23rd.  yep.... we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-6863755265092837729?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/6863755265092837729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=6863755265092837729&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/6863755265092837729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/6863755265092837729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2007/08/iceland.html' title='iceland'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-4605221849735822600</id><published>2007-06-17T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T09:04:19.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fathers day 07</title><content type='html'>Father God, &lt;br /&gt;Thank You for loving me.  Thank You for taking care of me.  Thank You for being all powerful and all knowing, and thus knowing what i need all the time and knowing also what my friends need all the time.  Thank you for adopting me thru the life, death and ressurection of Your Son.   Forgive me for my impatience in waiting for you to bring Your perfect Kingdom to It's full fruition.   Have mercy on me and on everyone else.   I,  and we all need You God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-4605221849735822600?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/4605221849735822600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=4605221849735822600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/4605221849735822600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/4605221849735822600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2007/06/fathers-day-07.html' title='fathers day 07'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-3148777599887472309</id><published>2007-04-19T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:17:42.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>today-  i woke up, hugged my husband, kissed my mother, walked the dog, committed the day to God, ate a bowl of cereal with yogurt (icelandic tradition)  enjoyed a cup of fresh squeezed apple juice (a daily event courtesy of my mama) had a cup of coffee, prayed for some friends, ran 2 miles, had a shower, checked email, played a game of pacman, and now i await the return home of my husband eric, who is meeting a friend for coffee.  next we will drive around the corner to our friendly neighborhood coffee shop (dilworth coffee matthews, in the house) and spend time together listening to God thru the pages of the book of Daniel.  later i will somewhat reluctantly head to this beautiful plant nursery up the street and speak with the nice lady who has offered to give me a part time job there.  later this evening i am having dinner with my good friend kimberly.&lt;br /&gt;the weather here today is slightly cool and overcast, but beautiful nontheless.  we live in a land of trees and they are the most wonderful shade of green.   charlotte really is a beautiful place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-3148777599887472309?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/3148777599887472309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=3148777599887472309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/3148777599887472309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/3148777599887472309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2007/04/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-1256958411758951374</id><published>2007-02-17T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T19:53:28.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my beautiful nephews</title><content type='html'>Isaiah and Elijah.  i love these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFUZCnPa6Ew/Rdeh0poDFRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MzIur_lTQJM/s1600-h/IMG_5665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFUZCnPa6Ew/Rdeh0poDFRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MzIur_lTQJM/s320/IMG_5665.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032669034508915986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFUZCnPa6Ew/RdeiR5oDFSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EHo6O4c8mM0/s1600-h/IMG_5715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:right;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFUZCnPa6Ew/RdeiR5oDFSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/EHo6O4c8mM0/s320/IMG_5715.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032669537020089634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFUZCnPa6Ew/Rdef2poDFPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/B6Wl_VDKzRY/s1600-h/IMG_5845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFUZCnPa6Ew/Rdef2poDFPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/B6Wl_VDKzRY/s320/IMG_5845.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032666869845398770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFUZCnPa6Ew/RdefuZoDFOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MDCv5cIyYEU/s1600-h/IMG_5843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QFUZCnPa6Ew/RdefuZoDFOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MDCv5cIyYEU/s320/IMG_5843.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032666728111477986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-1256958411758951374?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/1256958411758951374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=1256958411758951374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/1256958411758951374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/1256958411758951374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-beautiful-nephew.html' title='my beautiful nephews'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QFUZCnPa6Ew/Rdeh0poDFRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MzIur_lTQJM/s72-c/IMG_5665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-116766707038835130</id><published>2007-01-01T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T10:57:50.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new year</title><content type='html'>2oo7-&lt;br /&gt;i (&lt;STRIKE&gt;want to&lt;/STRIKE&gt;) am going to -get to know God better.&lt;br /&gt;i (&lt;STRIKE&gt;want to&lt;/STRIKE&gt;) am going to- increase the mile i run every 3 days, to 2 miles, every 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;i (&lt;STRIKE&gt;want to&lt;/STRIKE&gt;) am going to -serve more and desire to be served less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said, with people this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2oo7-&lt;br /&gt; is going to be an eternally successful year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-116766707038835130?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116766707038835130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=116766707038835130&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/116766707038835130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/116766707038835130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year.html' title='new year'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-116702546455968856</id><published>2006-12-25T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:44:35.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good news</title><content type='html'>merry christmas to all.  blessings and love to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4583/1382/320/734761/IMG_5269.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4583/1382/1600/298126/IMG_5257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4583/1382/320/861465/IMG_5257.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4583/1382/1600/885810/IMG_5336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4583/1382/320/94186/IMG_5336.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-116520543070744746?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116520543070744746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=116520543070744746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/116520543070744746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/116520543070744746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-06.html' title='christmas 06'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-116316186170700278</id><published>2006-11-10T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T07:31:01.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday gracie.  i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/IMG_4971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/320/IMG_4971.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-116316186170700278?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116316186170700278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=116316186170700278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/116316186170700278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/116316186170700278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-gracie.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-116252096999355014</id><published>2006-11-02T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:29:30.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the best kids, EVER. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/IMG_4884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/320/IMG_4884.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/IMG_4882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/320/IMG_4882.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/IMG_4880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/320/IMG_4880.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-116252096999355014?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/116252096999355014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=116252096999355014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/116252096999355014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/116252096999355014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/11/best-kids-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-115561591087151504</id><published>2006-08-14T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:30:34.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mom absolutley loves frogs.  she likes to look at them, and especially likes to HEAR them.  she also loves to share this passion with her grandson, my nephew, isaiah.   at the hospital when elijah was born, someone in our family discovered the "i'm a big brother shirt"  WITH a frog on it.  of course isaiah had to have it and then (i have no idea how he knew,  he's only 18 mths old)  he posed.    &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/IMG_4227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/320/IMG_4227.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-115561591087151504?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/115561591087151504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=115561591087151504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/115561591087151504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/115561591087151504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-mom-absolutley-loves-frogs.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-115506877424649987</id><published>2006-08-08T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T15:40:16.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new baby</title><content type='html'>i am still having trouble believing MY baby sister has given birth to 2 babies.    grace and dennis, so generously allowed me too, not only be a spectator, but also to play a part in the birth of their second son, elijah thomas schill.   it was a wonderful experience.   grace had complications with post partum hemoraging that scared us all for a few minutes, while the doctor and nurses frantically rushed around, but in the end grace is home and resting and looks good as new.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/IMG_4125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/320/IMG_4125.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-115506877424649987?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/115506877424649987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=115506877424649987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/115506877424649987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/115506877424649987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-baby.html' title='new baby'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-115448521849579706</id><published>2006-08-01T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T21:25:56.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>isaiah, my nephew.   very photogenic, absolutely beautiful, and so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d175/katiesaint/IMG_4065.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt; 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 &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-115374852820927119?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/115374852820927119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=115374852820927119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/115374852820927119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/115374852820927119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-space-down.html' title='my space down'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114718008822361739</id><published>2006-05-09T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T08:08:08.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my space</title><content type='html'>i've been blogging at my space.&lt;br /&gt;my space is a community site for friends to message back and forth thru various outlets.   one private, a few public and you can choose just about any song ever to play when your page appears.  &lt;br /&gt;i personally, LOVE my space.  the interaction with people, the pictures and backgrounds for visual stimulation, and music for the ears.  i can express myself a variety of way and i enjoy that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114718008822361739?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.myspace.com/katiestclair' title='my space'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114718008822361739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114718008822361739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114718008822361739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114718008822361739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-space.html' title='my space'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114619632120089739</id><published>2006-04-27T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T22:56:03.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>angela, this is for you baby.  ok... not soely, but i do love you.  &lt;br /&gt;i got typin finger happy tonight in a weak moment, while smokin crack...i mean, while playin on my "my space"  &lt;br /&gt;it's, by far, my best work yet.   lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/katiestclair"&gt;my space blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114619632120089739?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114619632120089739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114619632120089739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114619632120089739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114619632120089739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114598016397832750</id><published>2006-04-25T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:49:24.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye (for now)</title><content type='html'>i may be done with this whole blogging thing.  i've been doing it for myself as an outlet and it seems i have learned to express myself in other ways,  so i don't need you anymore blogspot.com...i'm thru with you.  done.&lt;br /&gt; i may be back in the future, we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;to any readers... thank you for the time you spent clicking on my site and reading, i have appreciated each and every comment and just knowing you cared enough to read about me, at times, kept me going.  &lt;br /&gt;i love you all.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, special thanks to inside stephen who very much inspired me to open my life up on the web.&lt;br /&gt;katie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114598016397832750?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114598016397832750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114598016397832750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114598016397832750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114598016397832750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/04/goodbye-for-now.html' title='goodbye (for now)'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114528728174369192</id><published>2006-04-17T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T10:21:21.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>green</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=cco066&gt;i love looking at the new green life on the trees.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt; 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Hallelujah!!&lt;br /&gt;she had had back pain for many years, she physically took care of those around her with selfless care, and she complained rarely, if ever.&lt;br /&gt; this women took extra special care of me when i was young, and although i didn't see her as much when we moved to the other side of town, away from her barkley downs home in charlotte, when i was 10, i always knew that whatever the circumstance i could call her for help and she would do anything she could.   she worked and served others in a physical sense until she had no more to give.  she truly lived her life for others.  &lt;br /&gt;i want to take her example and continue her tradition of serving others, living selflessly in this way, and to consider it an honor, as she did.&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/320/mail.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114519380104336958?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114519380104336958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114519380104336958&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114519380104336958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114519380104336958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-grandmother.html' title='my grandmother'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114503354130388493</id><published>2006-04-14T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T11:52:21.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cat story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;i like animals and this story of a cat trapped in a wall in new york, caught my eye today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/4910732.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/4910732.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114503354130388493?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114503354130388493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114503354130388493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114503354130388493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114503354130388493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/04/cat-story.html' title='cat story'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114502685921620440</id><published>2006-04-14T09:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T10:05:49.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i wrote at my space today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/66579090"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/66579090&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114502685921620440?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114502685921620440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114502685921620440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114502685921620440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114502685921620440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-wrote-at-my-space-today-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114490684835393364</id><published>2006-04-13T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T00:43:17.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>peaceful busy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/me%20and%20jaxon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/320/me%20and%20jaxon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i had a busy but peaceful day today. it was a nice break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pictured is my friend jaxon, whom i have the priviledge of spending time with on wednesdays. he graciously sits quietly while i sing loudly in the car, and never complains about it. now thats  a good man. i love his mother too....&lt;/span&gt; a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114490684835393364?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114490684835393364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114490684835393364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114490684835393364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114490684835393364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/04/peaceful-busy-day.html' title='peaceful busy day'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114451859908863894</id><published>2006-04-08T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T12:56:07.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>train wreck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;things have been so so difficult lately. praying more, for the lost, and for my friends but also fighting more with God, resistant to submitting to Him in these ways that keep getting bigger and bigger. the stretching and testing has gone from very trivial matters to these gigantic demons from my past, in just a years time. today i wasn't sure i was going to move forward this time. i have the desire but lack the push and drive to allow myself to become empty in this way in order to be filled by God. too much desire still for fleshly things. not big things like drugs, sex, or alcohol (those i've already found out don't last in their pleasure, so i'm not interested) but its much more subtle things, like community and friends. things that God certainly endorses so they can't be bad. (that's what i keep telling myself) why would God ask me to give up fulfillment of desires He created me with? ( i'm not looking for an answer there. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;God has done incredible things for me and has given me His love and loyalty in ways that are way beyond what i can fully understand. why do i still resist Him? at what point does hebrews 10:26 apply? God has been patient and forgiving with me repeatedly in this matter, (i keep giving it up then taking it back) but i have to wonder how far He will let me go before it breaks His heart badly enough that He will turn His face from me so He won't have to watch the tr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;ain wreck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;   if you pray, and want to, for me, pray i will voluntarily bend my knee (and keep it bent) to Him who is so much more than worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114451859908863894?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114451859908863894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114451859908863894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/04/train-wreck.html' title='train wreck'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114398251545280748</id><published>2006-04-02T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T07:55:15.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/Copy%20of%20isaiah%202%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/320/Copy%20of%20isaiah%202%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;my sisters firstborn, isaiah luke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;for those who dont know, i absolutly LOVE this kid.  he is so much fun.   he is unashamed to show surprise and joy,  and he dances like nobodys buisness.  if you say the word "music", he dances, no lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;she found out this week, she is pregnant with another boy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114398251545280748?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114398251545280748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114398251545280748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114398251545280748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114398251545280748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-boy.html' title='it&apos;s a boy!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114398181697113376</id><published>2006-04-02T07:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T07:43:36.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Hope in reality is the worst of all evils, because it prolongs the torments of man."&lt;br /&gt;-Friedrich Nietzsche &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114398181697113376?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://teamgimli.typepad.com/' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114398181697113376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114398181697113376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114398181697113376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114398181697113376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/04/hope-in-reality-is-worst-of-all-evils_02.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114395785237268815</id><published>2006-04-02T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T07:45:26.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>big decision made</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/fair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/320/fair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;went dancin with my boys tonight. i had a good time. they got me on a scary ride at a fair too. i thought i might die on it, but i wasnt at all scared of that. i just thought "i might die" and then i thought ......"so what". i relaxed and proceeded to laugh and scream the rest of the ride. it was great. i felt like a kid tonight, and decided i'm not growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114395785237268815?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114395785237268815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114395785237268815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114395785237268815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114395785237268815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/04/big-decision-made.html' title='big decision made'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114392408985995937</id><published>2006-04-01T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T15:41:29.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;i am blindsided this afternoon with a bout of anger.  i mean rage.  i am having to keep myself from punching things.  i can't remember feeling this angry ever in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;the day until now has been fine.  weather is wonderful. good report when my boss showed up. my husband is falling in love with the Lord in kansas city.   things are just on the verge of changing into something which i know will be very pleasing to me.   i am going dancin tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;but boom,  out of nowhere.,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANGER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i mean the kind that hurts my stomach.&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/15059464-114392408985995937?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114392408985995937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114392408985995937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114392408985995937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114392408985995937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/04/angry.html' title='angry'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114391899059454963</id><published>2006-04-01T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T14:41:54.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;its been a rare weekend without my husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;we have been together since i was 16 (he was my salvation from a home i didnt like) so i am not used to being without him or alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;i mean i want him to come home safe and sound, theres too much i like about him, but having the appartment to myself for a few days has been wonderful. i feel like i've gone off to college and escaped the watchful eye of mom and dad or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;it turns out marriage is nothing like what i thought it would be. i have someone to answer too and everything in me, fights that. i mean its not like he tells me what to do or is a control freak or anything but i seem overly independent these days. not wanting to answer to anyone. i have never been like this before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;eric is, as good a husband as they come. he is gentle, loving, forgiving, and he loves God. i couldnt ask for more. so its definitly not a problem with him. i want to be a good wife to him. i think it will come down to deciding which i want more. my way or His.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt; 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 &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114384173348620969?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114384173348620969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114384173348620969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114384173348620969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114384173348620969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-feel-like-im-coming-out-of-funk.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114361112205817245</id><published>2006-03-29T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T00:45:22.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>capote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;eric and i watched Capote this evening.&lt;br /&gt;its a true story of a famous selfish writer that allowed his own desires and needs being met, become his over-all obsession. it seems he had a great love for people but when push came to shove, he chose to receive glory and attention over his writing rather than take care of his friend. he also lived in denial of this issue. he would tell people he was doing this and that for his friend in jail because the friend needed him and he wanted to help him. i think he really did want to help the guy but at some point he decided the fame and attention he would get for the book he was writing was worth more. problem is i see much of myself in this man.&lt;br /&gt;ok, so he needs to finish the book but since the guy is just sitting in jail thro appeal after appeal it doesn't make for a very dynamic ending. so he quits getting the guy a lawyer so the appeals stop and so does his visits. he receives a letter from the killer and decides to visit before the hanging. in the end, he witnesses his friend, who at an earlier point in the movie, he is questioned as to whether or not he is in love with the man. he doesn't give a clear answer leading you to believe he may very well be in love with the man. similiar backgrounds, a mutual trust, etc.... so now he sees the man hung to death.&lt;br /&gt;quite an effect this had on me. how long will i piss and moan about wanting things i don't have while people are in need? worse than that will their blood be on my hands?&lt;br /&gt;how can i continue pursuing what makes me feel good, wasting time, while knowing good and well what awaits the world? i don't want to watch anyone i know be hung or be carried off by the one waiting to devour the world, when its in my power to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;there's work to be done. no time to waste. no time for the american dream. no time for searching and experiencing that feeling of going home, that feels oh so good. not now. not yet. home is coming. but not yet.&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/15059464-114361112205817245?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114361112205817245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114361112205817245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114361112205817245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114361112205817245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/capote.html' title='capote'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114347503886387420</id><published>2006-03-27T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T10:59:02.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>next part</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;on my bed night after night i sought him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Whom my soul loves;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i sought but did not find him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i must arise now and go about the city;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;in the streets and in the squares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i must seek him whom my soul loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i sought but i did not find him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;the watchmen who make the rounds in the city found me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and i said, "have you seen him whom my soul loves?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sol. 3:1-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114347503886387420?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114347503886387420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114347503886387420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114347503886387420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114347503886387420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/next-part.html' title='next part'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114346583799123382</id><published>2006-03-27T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T08:23:58.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my mind is playin tricks on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;questioning so many things today. things i cannot speak of, to protect my loved ones, but things i long to be able to discuss. deep places that i long to be exposed, as much for my protection as theirs (i hope...... although i can never really trust my flesh laden mind) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HaTe&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;today. i mean i really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i am feeling bitter, angry, resentful, really just pissed off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;i can hear a friends words ringing in my ear, "....just get over it". i wished that worked today baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;the world is cruel and ugly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;as far as circumstances go, i got everything anyone could ever ask for. i have lots of truly loving family. as far as physical things, i have it all. and yet still this gaping fucking hole, that laughs and taunts me to no end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;will i ever be thankful for all i do have? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;will i ever get rid of this selfishness and greed that make their home within my soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;will i constantly hope for circumstances to change so that i might be happy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;will i constantly hope for everyone around me to change so that my discontent will be justified?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;if i could draw and express myself it would be a totally black canvas with deep puncture marks all over it. actually i would probably tear it to shreds with my bare hands. this writing seems to stand in the way of my conveying how i feel. it doesn't do justice at all to how i really feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114346583799123382?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114346583799123382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114346583799123382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114346583799123382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114346583799123382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-mind-is-playin-tricks-on-me.html' title='my mind is playin tricks on me'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114317492532855222</id><published>2006-03-23T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:41:10.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love love love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;God loves loves loves YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.....like my friend trisha who has this farely recent boyfriend and for the first time she is able to cut loose and be herself, even when its not very pretty.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yeah.... God loves like that.  he can take it.  not only can, but longs too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114317492532855222?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114317492532855222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114317492532855222&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114317492532855222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114317492532855222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-love-love.html' title='love love love'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114312691097437591</id><published>2006-03-23T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T10:17:47.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>manna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;for the eyes of the Lord are upon the righteous and His ears attend to their prayer&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1pet.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is comfort and encouragement for the deepest parts of me today, knowing only the rightousness of jesus qualifys me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114312691097437591?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114312691097437591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114312691097437591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114312691097437591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114312691097437591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/manna.html' title='manna'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114308879067404278</id><published>2006-03-22T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:43:05.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>charlotte prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;+ + +&lt;br /&gt;IT'S HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Charlotte's first urban prayer room.&lt;br /&gt;+A place for engaging all the senses in the context of personal prayer+&lt;br /&gt;This sacred space consists of 1600sq ft of raw warehouse transformed into&lt;br /&gt;an incubator for intimacy with God &amp; involvement in our world.&lt;br /&gt;... OPENING CEREMONY @ NOON MARCH 25th...&lt;br /&gt;Study places &amp;amp; prayer stations to help you cultivate friendship with Jesus &amp;amp; hearts for justice. Community room for small groups, surfing the web, or talking with friends.&lt;br /&gt;OPEN 6am-10pm 7 DAYS A WEEK&lt;br /&gt;+ You're invited to the 24-7 opening ceremony + #524 15th St. off N. Davidson +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114308879067404278?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114308879067404278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114308879067404278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114308879067404278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114308879067404278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/charlotte-prayer.html' title='charlotte prayer'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114296919248828126</id><published>2006-03-21T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T17:11:45.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i quit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel like i am dying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everything in my body kinda hurts but is numb at the same time. will joy ever return?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Lord, how long will i feel without you? the light at the end of the hall is gone. i can't see a thing. my head is fuzzy. i see no hope and no future. the promises you gave me i have forgotten. i am alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114296919248828126?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114296919248828126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114296919248828126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114296919248828126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114296919248828126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-quit.html' title='i quit.'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114294661771572791</id><published>2006-03-21T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T08:11:32.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>constant gardener</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/320/field.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;if our hearts are like a fertile field, we will produce beautiful fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the down side is, that where there is the ability for seed to grow and produce fruit, there is also the ability for weeds to grow and choke the harvest. God searches the earth for those who want Him to be their constant gardener, and He longs to make us beautiful with his work and presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114294661771572791?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114294661771572791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114294661771572791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114294661771572791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114294661771572791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/constant-gardener.html' title='constant gardener'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114289928723634160</id><published>2006-03-20T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:01:27.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>isaiah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/isaiah%20043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/320/isaiah%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/isaiah%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/320/isaiah%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;mom and grace brought isaiah to play today.  i know its horrible of me but its so freakin cute of him i had to post it.  he is so much fun.  i had the priviledge (or horror) of watching his birth, which i read about today in an old journal.  we had hoped he would be born before i left to meet eric in iceland last year and he came the day of.  i had to get a special flight in order to see his birth.  i cant imagine life without him.  he is a joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114289928723634160?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114289928723634160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114289928723634160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114289928723634160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114289928723634160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/isaiah.html' title='isaiah'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114260765892407960</id><published>2006-03-17T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T10:02:10.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;this has been a serious season of mourning for me.&lt;br /&gt;i am not fully convinced its over yet but today i am counting my blessings and able to sing and dance and enjoy this day that the lord has made....... and it feels goooood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114260765892407960?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114260765892407960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114260765892407960&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114260765892407960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114260765892407960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/right-now.html' title='right now'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114255472376545841</id><published>2006-03-16T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T19:18:43.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eric</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/eric%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/320/eric%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man i married 10 years ago, and the dog we found the year after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114255472376545841?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114255472376545841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114255472376545841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114255472376545841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114255472376545841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/eric.html' title='eric'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114251336769893238</id><published>2006-03-16T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T07:50:19.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i want it, i want it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;we are not being prepared for yesterday. the ways in which we react and respond to things are based on logic formed in our minds, from past experiences. in dealing with life, this only works if things go exactly how they have gone before, and who's life ever goes like that? God wants to tell us, His thoughts and His ways so that, we can be prepared for today and tomorrow. He doesn't want us to be unprepared and collapse when things happen that we aren't prepared for. He is saying," come to me, spend time with me, let me show you whats going to happen in the future and how you should handle it so that it won't devastate you". "i will be your strength, if you will only let me". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114251336769893238?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114251336769893238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114251336769893238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114251336769893238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114251336769893238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-want-it-i-want-it.html' title='i want it, i want it.'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114234663022127269</id><published>2006-03-14T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T09:34:24.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>me-today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;somewhere in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can't be, Losing sleep over this, No I can't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And now I cannot stop pacing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Give me a few hours &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'll have this all sorted out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;If my mind would just stop racing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cause I cannot stand still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can't be this unsturdy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This cannot be happening &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is over my head But underneath my feet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cause by tomorrow morning I'll have this thing beat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And everything will be back to the way that it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wish that it was just that easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cause I'm waiting for tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Been waiting for tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm somewhere in between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;What is real or Just a dream What is real or Just a dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Would you catch me if I fall out of what I fell in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;don't be surprised if I collapse down at your feet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't want to run away from this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know that I just don't need this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cause I cannot stand still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I can be this unsturdy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This cannot be happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cause I'm waiting for tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Been waiting for tomorrow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I'm somewhere in between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;What is real Just a dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;-Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114234663022127269?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114234663022127269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114234663022127269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114234663022127269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114234663022127269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/me-today.html' title='me-today'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114233473184438041</id><published>2006-03-14T05:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T06:12:11.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i realized i have been living for myself for quite some time now, all the while saying i was living for God. living for God means what it says, eating, breathing, sleeping, playing ALL for God. me, i still do all those things, to fill all the empty holes left mostly from when i was a child. i am obsessed with finding a place where i feel complete. yeah if God can do it for me then I'll run to Him, but that still is, me, living to complete myself. is there a way for me to BE any different? i pray, i seek the lord, i truly desire to serve God above serving myself. can i let myself have the empty holes? (as goddamn horrible as they feel) and (as goddamn good as it feels when one gets temporarily filled) can i let the holes remain, give up the quest and pursue my maker who loves me with more love than i can imagine? can i be seen by those around me, not as someone with holes but as someone who loves God more than taking care her own needs? i know after the last few weeks, that i can love myself publicly and shamelessly, not caring what anyone thinks. will i do the same with my Creator, who desires me, amidst my false views that i am doing him a favor while seeking with all my heart to be complete?He is in the "completing"&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;business, but can i go to Him, &lt;strong&gt;for Him&lt;/strong&gt;, and not just for what He can &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; for me.   can i long for&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; HIM,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; like he longs for ME?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not, what i can give or do for Him, He just wants ME, with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the holes ....with the imperfections, with the self worship, He still wants me.....He still wants me....  He still loves me.......He still wants to hold me.  He has a true fathers heart.  i still feel like i can hardle go wrong in his eyes.  after all this.   thats love.&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/15059464-114233473184438041?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114233473184438041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114233473184438041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114233473184438041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114233473184438041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114224716678988572</id><published>2006-03-13T05:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T05:52:46.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114224716678988572?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114224716678988572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114224716678988572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114224716678988572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114224716678988572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114199436883836336</id><published>2006-03-10T07:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T07:39:52.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i ran into some pretty big trouble recently and i have been feeling things from apathy to anger to sadness, to self pity. last night God just told me what was wrong, i confessed it, and although there is some mess to clean up (there are people around me, helping with that) i am feeling much better today. i am grateful for Gods faithfulness in getting me thro this and not around it, and for His mercy and forgiveness thro His Son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114199436883836336?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114199436883836336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114199436883836336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114199436883836336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114199436883836336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-ran-into-some-pretty-big-trouble.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114177597739539476</id><published>2006-03-07T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T18:59:37.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/Crystal%20black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/400/Crystal%20black.jpg" 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/15059464-114177597739539476?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114177597739539476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114177597739539476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114177597739539476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114177597739539476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114165565326227808</id><published>2006-03-06T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T09:37:43.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birds- part deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;on feb 7th i wrote an entry entitled birds, which if you haven't read it you may not fully understand this entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;the birds have been gathering around the feeder, and eating there, some, when i am not in the office. i can tell because the seed level is down, and there are more birds hanging around at a distance. just now, for the first time, i got to see a brave little bird fly down and hover (the best a bird can), just inches from the feeder. Desperate for seed, but seeing me, still too scared to sit and eat. i did get to see him for a few moments though, waive his wings back and forth, contemplating the dilemma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;the Lord has spoken to me, on several occasions, through strange bird experiences. i think thats why i like them so much. i like it when God speaks to me. it feels gooood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114165565326227808?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114165565326227808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114165565326227808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114165565326227808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114165565326227808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/birds-part-deux.html' title='birds- part deux'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114140937876941088</id><published>2006-03-03T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T13:10:09.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ask</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;i just had a customer come into pay for her storage rent and she brought her young son, maybe grandson with her. he was about 6 or 7 years old and asked me questions about the pictures of my nephew isaiah which are hanging in my office. he found the candy jar opened it up to grab some candy and his mother/grandmother said "wait a minute you better ask before you take any of that candy". he paused and proceeded to say that he wanted some. she pushed the issue and repeated her command, "if you want the candy you have to ask for it". then stubbornly he said "you ask her for me". the lady again politely repeated the command, "if you want the candy you are going to have to ask for it". this time he finally let his pride go and came around my desk and said "can i have some candy". of course the answer was yes, which he probably realized the whole time, but that awful sin nature we got stands opposed to us humbling ourselves to ask for things. if we ask it must mean we are lacking. i don't want to appear to be lacking in any area. i want everyone to think i have i am totally fulfilled and complete. this behavior, if i continue it, will only stand in the way me receiving anything good.&lt;br /&gt;God make me a humble asker. God, can i have your company today? God, can you walk the block and listen to me talk today? God, will open my ears so that i can hear you? what do you smell like? will you let me smell you?&lt;br /&gt;God, will you tell me i am beautiful? papa, will you tell me i am wonderful?&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/15059464-114140937876941088?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114140937876941088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114140937876941088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114140937876941088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114140937876941088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/03/ask.html' title='ask'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114104661809573274</id><published>2006-02-27T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T08:23:38.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;i am working thro a realization this morning about God and how he works thro people.&lt;br /&gt;God works thro our weaknesses, i think everyone can agree on that. its not supernatural for us to display talents and things we acquired naturally or easily. it just smells of Gods work when things occur within us that go against the very grain of our comfort levels, or ability's.&lt;br /&gt;i try my very best to look good to people around me, put my best foot forward in a sense, which quite possibly eliminates the supernatural from occurring within me. people are not stupid. they smell the bullshit. its only the aroma of God moving supernaturally that can truly comfort the afflicted and heal the sick and bring redemption to the lost. Jesus, cover my sins with your blood. i submit my body to you, to work and move thro. i will probably have to do this tomorrow again, and the day after that and the day after that. thank you for your patience with me and your willingness and desire to be merciful to me day after day. but not only merciful.&lt;br /&gt;papa, you really are so loving and compassionate and gentle but strong. you are so more than enough for me. you are everything i can imagine a father might be to his daughter. i feel like i cant go wrong in your eyes. no matter what i do you still love and desire me, which is comforting to the point that i cannot explain. thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus, thank you thank you thank you Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114104661809573274?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114104661809573274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114104661809573274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114104661809573274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114104661809573274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114081616365972888</id><published>2006-02-24T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T16:22:43.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>man to pay dowery for a goat he was found having sex with.</title><content type='html'>this article caught my eye on bbc news today.  (ok yeah.... the word sex always gets my attention but whos does'nt it.)   this story is bizarre, but amusing and practical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114081616365972888?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/africa/4748292.stm' title='man to pay dowery for a goat he was found having sex with.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114081616365972888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114081616365972888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114081616365972888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114081616365972888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/man-to-pay-dowery-for-goat-he-was.html' title='man to pay dowery for a goat he was found having sex with.'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-114028516492362574</id><published>2006-02-18T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T16:25:40.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He is well worth it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i want to chase after God like i chase after self gratification. i do a damn good job at the later, i mean i am extraordinarily good at it.   i want to switch the object of my desire to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;He is the rock. His works are perfect. All His ways are just. deut. 4:32 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-114028516492362574?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/114028516492362574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=114028516492362574&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114028516492362574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/114028516492362574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/he-is-well-worth-it.html' title='He is well worth it.'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113993559796936073</id><published>2006-02-14T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T11:46:38.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you can be loved without doing a thing, but you cannot  feel that love without allowing yourself to feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let HIM love on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113993559796936073?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113993559796936073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113993559796936073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113993559796936073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113993559796936073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113968530114197783</id><published>2006-02-11T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T14:36:46.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday isaiah and shannon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/elenora%20david%20and%20isaiah%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/320/elenora%20david%20and%20isaiah%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/shannon.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/320/shannon.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a class="audLink" href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/70530/309904.mp3"&gt;&lt;img class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113968530114197783?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113968530114197783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113968530114197783&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113968530114197783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113968530114197783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-isaiah-and-shannon_11.html' title='happy birthday isaiah and shannon'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113960448240800129</id><published>2006-02-10T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T15:48:02.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;wishing i was 5 years old again for a brief moment today.  strange.  longing to be held,  rocked, and spoiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113960448240800129?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113960448240800129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113960448240800129&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113960448240800129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113960448240800129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/wishing-i-was-5-years-old-again-for.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113945887531682717</id><published>2006-02-08T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T23:21:15.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;spent the evening in a really intimate time with God.   it was awesome.  have you ever experienced something that brought a deep inward feelings of fulfillment that felt as if it was exactly, everything you were created for?  i had a taste of that tonight with the encouragement to come back often and for more and more.  a 4 course meal awaits.  yyiiippeee!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;many questions answered, much needed inward release of tension and  a fresh vision of  desperation to be a friend of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113945887531682717?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113945887531682717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113945887531682717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113945887531682717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113945887531682717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/tonight.html' title='tonight'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-112303471306295846</id><published>2006-02-07T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T22:47:32.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to write a perfect blog and loose some weight...YEAH GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is a copy of my first blog entry EVER, back in august of last year. i thought it noteworthy since i am 50 lbs lighter than i was when i wrote this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08-03-05&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok, so i had these grandiose ideas for this blog deal.&lt;br /&gt;i will write great things that might start a revolution and change the entire world, or at least cute little bit of encouragement for someone.&lt;br /&gt;i read erics stuff and i'm like "man, this stuff is good, i want to do it too". i mean, there has been times in the past where a pen in my hand hit the paper and stuff came out that changed my life, so it cant be that difficult, right? i can do this.&lt;br /&gt;so while sitting at the desk of my, once a week, and only job, i got out my notebook to write (blog) and ............. nothing. i told eric later when i got home about my lack of inspiration mixed with my excitement to write my first blog, and his reply was to write about my day. i said, out loud, that i didn't think anyone was interested in the boring events of my day.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps what came next, happened only so i would have something to write about, but i wish i still didn't.&lt;br /&gt;a little later, i jumped on the scale to find out, that, the weight i thought i had recently lost, was found. i need to explain a little with that. for a month we have walked everyday for 40 minutes, consistently. we've prayed about loosing weight. we have cut many things from our diet and i routinely feel hunger pains at night.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i have to shower double or triple the about of times a week i used to, (from sweating while exercising) which, cost time, energy, and money in soap, shampoo, laundry detergent, wear and tear on tennis shoes, bras, socks, and underwear, you get the gist. its a big commitment. hard work. so when i discovered that after a month of this craziness, i was back to my original weight, i &lt;/em&gt;lost it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;note: shortly after this blog entry our friends with whom we pray, put their hands on me and asked in the name of Jesus for me to loose weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-112303471306295846?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/112303471306295846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=112303471306295846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/112303471306295846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/112303471306295846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/trying-to-write-perfect-blog-and-loose.html' title='trying to write a perfect blog and loose some weight...YEAH GOD'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113932461403568763</id><published>2006-02-07T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T10:04:50.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;i got a bird feeder for the window of my office. the birds seem scared to come to the feeder but today i noticed they are much closer than they have been. (pictures to come)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;i was thinking about how they seem scared and that if they would just come to the feeder, not only would they be safe, but they would get an easy meal, that normally they would have to work for. what i want  is to enjoy looking at their beauty and watch them enjoy the meal.  we shall see.  more to come.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113932461403568763?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113932461403568763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113932461403568763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113932461403568763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113932461403568763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/02/birds.html' title='birds'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113875181114959306</id><published>2006-01-31T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T15:39:32.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i do everything for my own good.  even this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;what do you do when you feel like your whole life has been a lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;what do you do when you realize that the very thing you seek is the very thing you preach against?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;what do you do when you realize your name should be at the top of the "canidates for hell" list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;yeah, i'm there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113875181114959306?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113875181114959306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113875181114959306&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113875181114959306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113875181114959306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-do-everything-for-my-own-good-even.html' title='i do everything for my own good.  even this.'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113868260977134382</id><published>2006-01-30T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T23:45:10.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>charlotte 24-7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/Copy%20of%2024-7%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/320/Copy%20of%2024-7%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been working lately with old and new friends. we share a common goal of getting this really old building (in picture) trasformed into a holy and sacred place to give attention to elohim. working on a common goal with a group of people is great to me. fun.&lt;br /&gt;if you don't know jesus you ought to. he is Gods way of rescuing us, and drawing us close to himself. yes, he is jealous. He wants &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;EVERY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; to be His very own. he wants &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; to be His very own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113868260977134382?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113868260977134382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113868260977134382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113868260977134382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113868260977134382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/charlotte-24-7.html' title='charlotte 24-7'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113814769034710721</id><published>2006-01-24T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T21:43:07.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;i have experienced many moments of euphoria in a variety of different self induced ways, (they where really very good) but pale in comparison to these moments of peace that come from God, every now and then. words cannot describe the way You make me feel. i have little or no faith. i dont trust well. i rely so much on my intellect that i am a moron. non-the-less i am a christian because i am addicted to those moments that blow my mind above comprehension. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You make me feel like i dont have a care in the world. you make me feel completly relaxed, desired, loved, complete, irresistable, my eyes are crossing. &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/15059464-113814769034710721?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113814769034710721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113814769034710721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113814769034710721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113814769034710721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/god.html' title='God'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113790384030196287</id><published>2006-01-21T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T14:06:10.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GO PANTHERS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/200/jan%2005%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;my baby nephew isaiah is staying over tonight for the first time. he came in sleeping and is still as pictured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;he is sleeping around 100 ft from the busiest road in charlotte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;already the fire trucks have gone by and he is still sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113788333325883303?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113788333325883303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113788333325883303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113788333325883303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113788333325883303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/isaiah_113788333325883303.html' title='isaiah'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113785838511475058</id><published>2006-01-21T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T22:20:07.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WAR my mind is playin tricks on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;very aware today of pride and arrogance and self- righteousness within me.&lt;br /&gt;i will go to war with theses today.   the word of God in hand i will battle this pride as long as it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"my thoughts are not your thoughts and my ways are not your ways" -God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Father, transform me with your word.   do away with this body of death so that i will no longer be a slave to pride and arrogance.   cause me to walk in freedom from these, freedom you appropriated at calvary. change my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;remind me, as needed of the freedom you have given me from, pride and arrogance and self- righteousness. fight with me....... or rather, fight with you, i will.   i will go to war but not for freedom from these things.   that, you have already won. i will go to war with my mind which is shaped and formed mostly by life circumstances and cant see clearly thro the haze.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt; 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 &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113772274090358838?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113772274090358838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113772274090358838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113772274090358838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113772274090358838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/currently.html' title='currently'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113743296596596715</id><published>2006-01-16T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T12:39:19.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dave dwyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;a man we know passed away this week and i will have to say that this man displayed in abundance, characteristics of jesus.   he was gentle, kind, loving, and faithful. perfect he was not, but much more so than is common.  he was a treasure to most everyone he met.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;may the peace and blessing of God be over his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;David Kent Dwyer INDIAN TRAIL -- Mr. Dwyer, 50, of Indian Trail, NC went to be with the Lord, January 12, 2006 at his home after a lengthy illness. David was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana and grew up in Dallas, Texas. He attended North Texas State University. He was a store manager for Kroger and Bi-Lo. David was an active member of First Baptist Church of Indian Trail. His legacy he leaves to his children and grandchildren is love and the value of a close family bound together by the love of Christ. His family will be forever grateful for his example in how to love, worship, and walk in the Lord! He had a heart for people and never met a stranger. His immediate family includes his beloved wife, Becky, his daughter, Melanie Robinson and husband, Jeff, his daughter, Holly Brown, and husband, Chris, his daughter, Kristi Rothman, and husband, Travis, his daughter, Katie Moreau and husband, Tim and his son, David Kent Dwyer, Jr.; grandchildren, Susanna, Luke, Max, and Sam; his brothers, Rees Dwyer, Jeff Dwyer and Pat Dwyer. He is preceded in death by his parents, Buddy and Sue Dwyer. The family wishes to express their unending gratitude to the body of Christ who has helped carry them through this difficult time. A service to celebrate David's life will be held at 12 p.m. on Monday, January 16, 2006 at First Baptist Church of Indian Trail, 732 Fairview Rd., Indian Trail, NC 28079. The family will receive friends following the ceremony. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to First Baptist Church of Indian Trail or Metrolina Christian Academy. The Dwyer Family is in the care of Gaskin Service, Matthews, www.gaskinservices.com Published in the Charlotte Observer on 1/15/2006. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113743296596596715?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113743296596596715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113743296596596715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113743296596596715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113743296596596715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/dave-dwyer.html' title='dave dwyer'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113691636735444817</id><published>2006-01-10T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:11:15.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;i hit a wall this morning. it was as if my body gave up and i lay for a while praying. the pain in my body got worse as i prayed but as i got up slowly to go back to work i realized i felt so much better. i still hurt but something feels different and much better within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;i went back to the office and a customer came to pay and told me to look up where Jesus tells Peter that satan wants to sift him like wheat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;i did, and Jesus prayed for peter that his faith would not fail,knowing peter would deny Him. that he would, after denying Christ, turn back to the Lord and then peter would strengthen his brothers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lk 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;yeah I'd say i got a word from the lord today. to all you intercessors, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113691636735444817?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113691636735444817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113691636735444817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113691636735444817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113691636735444817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-hit-wall-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113605073888389702</id><published>2006-01-10T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T10:39:17.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the new place of rest you've found for yourself ?......... yeah....... that one....... give it up...... i've got a better one for ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113605073888389702?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113605073888389702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113605073888389702&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113605073888389702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113605073888389702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/rest.html' title='rest'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113690712907311899</id><published>2006-01-10T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T10:35:06.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>still.... not resting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am fully exhausted. i read a friends blog (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stephenbailey24.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;http://stephenbailey24.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;) this morning and he said the same thing. must be going around.&lt;br /&gt;i let the circumstances around me really effect me. i mean a few things are ascew in my life right now and i carry it all in my back like i can change things and fix things, and make my life perfect if i just try hard enough. when will i learn to rest in the Lord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113690712907311899?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113690712907311899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113690712907311899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113690712907311899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113690712907311899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/still-not-resting.html' title='still.... not resting'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113656490457642594</id><published>2006-01-06T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T11:28:56.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;in regards to faith.... a concept i have had a hard time grasping since i have been a child, i am asking God to give me faith in jesus. i have tried hard to have faith in christ and have enough faith in christ but i always come up short. i now realize faith is something we ask God for, and we can be guaranteed He desperatly wants to, and is willing to give us faith in Jesus. He is eargly waiting to give us that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113656490457642594?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113656490457642594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113656490457642594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113656490457642594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113656490457642594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/faith.html' title='faith'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113641725595970912</id><published>2006-01-04T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:28:54.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;its not at all about me and all to do with Him. i have a calling on my life to love and draw men to God. i have Christ within me living and acting in perfect ways for that purpose. its not me that does good, its Jesus. why do i feel so drawn to God and want to please and serve him? its not me but Christ, and He does such a good job at it. He draws men to God so perfectly. He pleases God perfectly. He serves God perfectly. yeah i can try to do those things but they will never be good enough. Christ offers Himself to us, to do those things perfectly within us that we cant do ourselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113641725595970912?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113641725595970912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113641725595970912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113641725595970912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113641725595970912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/perfect-mission.html' title='perfect mission'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113631630416820886</id><published>2006-01-03T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T14:25:04.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>end of the spear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.endofthespear.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;http://www.endofthespear.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;this is a link for a movie coming out jan 20th.  this movie is based on a book i read when i was younger, of a true story that is more moving and emotional than any i have ever heard.  this book had a powerful effect on me and today as my brother had me look up the sight, i realized what the movie was about, and i cried.  i cant wait.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113631630416820886?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113631630416820886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113631630416820886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113631630416820886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113631630416820886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/end-of-spear.html' title='end of the spear'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113623520516559479</id><published>2006-01-02T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:57:10.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;i want to live my life in worship of God, who alone is worthy of so much more. (and not just talk about it, or think about what it means to worship) i want this to be a life transforming year of dependence on jesus. i want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;christ's life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i want to be fully confident that in christ alone, i will one day hear, "well done thy good and faithful servant". i want to love and forgive as jesus did. i want all the world to know of Gods kindness and love for them and i want to be that to the world. i want to be christ to a world longing for fulfillment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;lofty? yes. possible? in christ, YES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;may this be a year many, will see and know, the love of the Father&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/15059464-113623520516559479?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113623520516559479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113623520516559479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113623520516559479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113623520516559479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006.html' title='2006'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113621968890358875</id><published>2006-01-02T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T11:34:48.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;today, i feel as though my joy is gone and may never return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt; 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 &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113609753770422514?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113609753770422514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113609753770422514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113609753770422514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113609753770422514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-to-my-dear-husband-eric.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113589246539406631</id><published>2005-12-29T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T16:41:05.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>resting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;dec 26 pm i got nauseous, threw up a few times, went to the doctor tuesday morning, blood pressure dropped so low the doctor put me on my very first ambulance ride and i spent all day tuesday at cmc ER. they did IV and lots of test which all came out ok, and sent me home around 5pm that evening. mean while hundreds of people seriously i think where praying for me in what can only be called a good old fashioned prayer chain. people i don't even speak with on a regular basis called on wednesday to see how i was. i am abundantly loved far more than anyone deserves. thank you to everyone who called to see how i was and to everyone who lifted me up to God that day. even the burns on my hands i got christmas day that where blistered badly where gone tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;i am still somewhat weak and i think this is Gods way of drawing me into His rest. i stay so busy and try to do far too much instead of resting in the Lord the way he intends for me to.   He wants to take care of me well, but i gotta let him or else, being merciful as He is, He will force me.  i do want His rest, even though my actions don't always display it. or rarely i should say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113589246539406631?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113589246539406631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113589246539406631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113589246539406631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113589246539406631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/resting.html' title='resting'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113551715027896788</id><published>2005-12-25T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T08:33:41.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;...but do all for the glory and honor of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is worthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Praise be to the &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Father&lt;/span&gt;. May the whole world know of Your everlasting love for mankind, for &lt;strong&gt;You alone&lt;/strong&gt; are worthy of all glory honor and praise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Father, Your kindness for me, rocks my world. You are merciful and good to me over and over again. glory and honor to You, o Lord, for Your love is everlasting. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hosanna, Hosanna, hosanna&lt;/span&gt; in the highest, may i forever bow and worship You, for Y&lt;strong&gt;ou&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt; are good. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are worthy of all glory, honor and praise. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are worthy of us living our lives in worship of You. prasie be to the Father!!! &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/15059464-113551715027896788?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113551715027896788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113551715027896788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113551715027896788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113551715027896788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113538211053404298</id><published>2005-12-23T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T00:06:35.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>do nothing with a spirit of partiality</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm thinking today about christmas ( hard to believe, i know) and well, what exactly i am celebrating and why.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i shouldn't be thinking so much, but.... i am, so and i am taking you with me into this overthinking process that tends to get me in trouble, more than anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;what is christmas? and what should we be doing, on christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ok, i don't know all the fancy shmancy stuff about the history of christmas but i have heard that it began as a pagan holiday, and the christians, who had once celebrated it as well, but now were not allowed to participate, came up with a way around their predicament, by &lt;strong&gt;"saying "&lt;/strong&gt; they were celebrating the birth of christ, on that same day. Whether this is true, i don't know, but it sure does sound similar to something i have done. when i was a kid my parents, who were new christians, did not allow myself or my siblings to trick or treat, or celebrate halloween at all, because it was an "evil" holiday. nevermind that we would go to church on halloween, dressed as fairy's, princesses, and disney characters and such, then participate in cake walks, moonwalks, and stick our heads in barrels of water trying to fish out apples. but we &lt;strong&gt;weren't&lt;/strong&gt; celebrating HALLOWEEN. i must have learned quickly cuz as soon as i got old enough and mom had quit taking us to the church we would dress in homemade hobo or indian outfits and beg mom to let us go around the neighborhood and "get candy" emphasizing "GET CANDY", and i remember very well talking my mother into letting us go. "we aren't trick or treating" i would say very matter of factly, "we are just going out to get candy". we got to go.&lt;br /&gt;the fact is that i, and i think i can speak for a large portion of us christians, don't like to give up things, so we change them around to suite our desires. so it could be very possible that the very origins of christmas are a product of this very thing. compromising christians, that seek to serve themselves, rather that Christ.&lt;br /&gt;no matter the origins of christmas, i still think we all need to decide what it is we are celebrating on this day. if indeed we want the day to be about the birth of christ, then, by god, make it a DAY about celebratin the birth of christ. don't make it a day centered around food and or, a christmas tree and present exchanging, and then slip in a reading of luke 2 or spend 15 min in advent, and then get pissed that the media is trying to take away the day we celebrate the birth of christ. i have never spent any christmas centered around christ. its centered around tradition. nothing wrong with tradition, i love the holiday, the gift giving, the sweet treats, the family i haven't seen in forever. it is a day and time unlike any other, and i cant imaging life without christmas. but why do we call it christmas? what&lt;strong&gt; IF&lt;/strong&gt; they change the name? would christ birth truly be any less celebrated? could we call it something different since really isn't a day centered around the birth of christ? Wouldn't a name change make sense? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;then what about jesus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He gives us &lt;strong&gt;His very life&lt;/strong&gt; in exchange for our corrupted ones. He gave up his &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; for us. His comfort and splendor of a perfect life with the Father, then came to earth and once again, gave up all the things, this time, just like we have, family, friends, pride, comfort, all to be tortured and killed, so that, we could partake of his life, death, and resurrection and thus be rescued from our doomed-to-death, lives. could we give him his own day. one formed specifically for, and honoring and remembering his birth. &lt;strong&gt;CENTERED&lt;/strong&gt; around worshiping christ.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;hosanna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;hosanna! hosanna in the highest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; better yet, he gave up his whole being for us, lets thank him by giving ours back to him, our whole lives, our everything. not just part of a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i think jesus would have really enjoyed a day like christmas. one centered around tradition and enjoying each other, giving and getting gifts, and seeing old family. he would have lived the day remembering his mission. - submitting to God, his father, and letting God work and move thro him, in order to bring honor and glory to the ONE who deserves, more than us, but wants nothing more.&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/15059464-113538211053404298?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113538211053404298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113538211053404298&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113538211053404298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113538211053404298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/do-nothing-with-spirit-of-partiality.html' title='do nothing with a spirit of partiality'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113536269895910818</id><published>2005-12-23T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T13:33:31.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;i am giddy today because i am soo excited about christmas. i am not in peticular excited about any one part, just this time as a whole. being off work, going last minute shopping, seeing family. i don't know, its something in the air, that screams of a break from the norm. a day that different from any other. whatever it is we are celebrating gets lost in the shuffle but either way i thank God for the day of being able to close everything down and see people we don't normally get to see and get and give gifts, and eat good food. its &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; take a deep breath and enjoy a day unlike any other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113536269895910818?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113536269895910818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113536269895910818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113536269895910818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113536269895910818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas.html' title='christmas'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113509173268960913</id><published>2005-12-20T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T10:16:45.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>isaiah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8308503639300781116&amp;q=%22isaiah+playing+on+desk%22+playable%3Atrue"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8308503639300781116&amp;amp;q=%22isaiah+playing+on+desk%22+playable%3Atrue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/320/Pacman15.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to play- &lt;a href="http://www.familysweeps.net/pacman.html"&gt;http://www.familysweeps.net/pacman.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113484618346465177?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113484618346465177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113484618346465177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113484618346465177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113484618346465177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-play-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113484296066859399</id><published>2005-12-17T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T13:11:05.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;we have a faulty sewer line here at the apartment which will cost the landlord 4000.00 to fix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;the sewer has backed up twice already and the second time it was about 4 in. deep in the bathroom and ran over into the bedroom closet. so currently we have our clothes and things strewn across the bedroom for going on 2 weeks now waiting for word on whether the landlord would fix the problem or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;the sewer line has been busted for close to 10 years, the repair man told us and the landlord has not approved the estimate in years past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;we got word that the repairs got approved this time.   yyiiippee!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113484296066859399?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113484296066859399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113484296066859399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113484296066859399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113484296066859399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah!!'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113474565970001632</id><published>2005-12-16T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T10:07:39.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>need work?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i am once again looking for someone to work here at american storage for me, 1 day each week on my day off.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113474565970001632?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113474565970001632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113474565970001632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113474565970001632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113474565970001632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/need-work.html' title='need work?'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113349142803950112</id><published>2005-12-15T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T10:41:47.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>24-7 God worship vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;click on picture and crank up the volume,to watch the vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.24-7prayer.org/thevision/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="117" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/visionjesus_1.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113349142803950112?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113349142803950112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113349142803950112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113349142803950112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113349142803950112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/24-7-god-worship-vision.html' title='24-7 God worship vision'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113466052886825357</id><published>2005-12-15T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T10:32:59.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>icee wet day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;aahhh. i slept in today and it was soo good.&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to go to my mother in laws but due to extenuating circumstances i am taking the day off. yee haaww!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113466052886825357?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113466052886825357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113466052886825357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113466052886825357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113466052886825357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/icee-wet-day.html' title='icee wet day'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113459803187222029</id><published>2005-12-14T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T21:07:23.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>current music selection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;right now i am listening to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sufyan steven christmas album&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i must be dreamin by frou frou.&lt;/span&gt; both i am thoroughly enjoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am working on being more purposeful with my time.&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/15059464-113459803187222029?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113459803187222029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113459803187222029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113459803187222029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113459803187222029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/current-music-selection.html' title='current music selection'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113440009247273802</id><published>2005-12-12T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T10:24:12.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its a wonderful life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i was taken on a shopping spree yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i not only got a bunch of new clothes but the folks who took me also waited patiently while i tried everything on and then gave me their honest opinions of each. it was wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i am so very taken care of by so many different people in so many different ways. i seriously, could not ask for more.&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/15059464-113440009247273802?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113440009247273802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113440009247273802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113440009247273802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113440009247273802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-wonderful-life.html' title='its a wonderful life'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113348084921883322</id><published>2005-12-01T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T14:36:14.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/1600/sewage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4583/1382/200/sewage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#663333;"&gt;the apartment has sewer problems and today, for the second time in our 1 month stay, the bathroom flooded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113348084921883322?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113348084921883322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113348084921883322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113348084921883322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113348084921883322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2005/12/not-fun.html' title='not fun'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113337073396066789</id><published>2005-11-30T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T13:06:47.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i always want more that i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nothing is ever good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i dream up problems before they arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i feel good today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i know what i need to do, and yet never seem to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i am undisciplined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i am careless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worship my care-freeness, and wear it as a badge of honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i love to dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i love to be around people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;today, i love to play pac-man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i enjoy peaceful moments.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i love attention and i enjoy being dotted on.&lt;/span&gt; and i would prefer no one know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113337073396066789?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113337073396066789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113337073396066789&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113337073396066789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113337073396066789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2005/11/me.html' title='me'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113336964638130610</id><published>2005-11-30T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T13:16:17.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>change and loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my husband and i are going thru major life changes. new place, new job, etc... but at the start of all this change a few weeks ago, a good friend basically said that  God was being merciful and making the changes less drastic that they could have been.   well... i... .  was so caught up in what i was loosing, (which i needed to deal with) that i couldnt see, that what our friend said was true,  however inappropriate his timing was.     now, looking at this thing without the loss factor,  i can see that indeed God has been more than merciful and gentle with me, in the changes going on in our lives. He has made this thing relatively easy, although at first it did not appear so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;with that hurdle crossed...on to the next. &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/15059464-113336964638130610?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113336964638130610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113336964638130610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113336964638130610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113336964638130610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2005/11/change-and-loss.html' title='change and loss'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15059464.post-113263387247720154</id><published>2005-11-21T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:39:38.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>getting the job done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;i found a dude on "my space" who lives in charlotte who is getting ready to go to 24-7 colorado springs for a while, and in writing back to him i wrote my thoughts and feeling for what is going on with the charlotte 24-7 thing we are involved with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i checked out atlanta and then spent time at IHOP in Kansas city. the one here is visioned to look more like IHOP and 24-7 combined. we just got a site. i would love for you to come out and see it with us. i havent really been excited or even done anything at all to actually help get it started yet, but tonight after i was told there is a sight, i feel excited. it feels more like a reality now. without a site it was hard for me to commit myself fully to the vision. but now... o now its on. tonight, i am pumped and ready to see a remnant form of people inhabited by christ, who are being taken over by him bit by bit. being cleaned and prepared for the wedding night.&lt;br /&gt;props to my friend lisa for listening to God and acting on the things he told her. i have no doubt God is going to get the job done, lisa or not, but my point is that lisa has stayed firm in her service to God and been an example of that, to many.&lt;br /&gt;much love to you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;may God continue his outpour of mercy on you, that gives you resolve and strength to hold on and finish firm.&lt;br /&gt;thru jesus only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bigpappa.typepad.com/"&gt;http://bigpappa.typepad.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theuprising.typepad.com/"&gt;http://www.theuprising.typepad.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.charlotte24-7.com/main.html"&gt;http://www.charlotte24-7.com/main.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;  &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15059464-113263387247720154?l=thepiemaker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/feeds/113263387247720154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15059464&amp;postID=113263387247720154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113263387247720154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15059464/posts/default/113263387247720154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepiemaker.blogspot.com/2005/11/getting-job-done.html' title='getting the job done'/><author><name>katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16776812159058372486</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecg6f8DwaZw/TyXVHQKc1RI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QhoBlMFyUt4/s220/IMG_0553.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
