<?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-4106914367652658774</id><updated>2012-01-31T16:58:58.138-05:00</updated><category term='reflection'/><category term='blog award'/><category term='Creative Writing'/><category term='quilt'/><category term='Toby Mac'/><category term='Family'/><category term='doctors'/><category term='interesting'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='courage'/><category term='Matthew West'/><category term='daily inspiration'/><category term='pondering'/><category term='Picc Line'/><category term='photos'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='hope'/><category term='physical therapy'/><category term='Medical Monday'/><category term='polls'/><category term='Mercy Me'/><category term='mom'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='port'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='Lyme Disease'/><category term='Book Group'/><category term='Perspective Project'/><category term='Jeremy Camp'/><category term='walking'/><category term='gall-bladder surgery'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='Anna Nalick'/><category term='music'/><category term='my video'/><category term='mind dump'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='end.'/><category term='school'/><category term='Victoria'/><category term='game'/><category term='Question and Answer'/><category term='Lyme Walk'/><category term='Camp'/><category term='church'/><category term='inspirational people'/><category term='Bring The Rain'/><category term='giveaway'/><category term='fun'/><category term='sick'/><category term='Leeland'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>vicupdates</title><subtitle type='html'>My journey down an unbeaten path and an adventure into the unknown.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>453</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-491536605049967561</id><published>2012-01-31T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T16:58:58.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 21 Day #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed &lt;/em&gt;is the word... And it's an adjective that adequately describes this girl right here. :) And blessed I most certainly am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if Your healing comes through tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if a thousand sleepless nights &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are what it takes to know You’re near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise."&lt;br /&gt;- Laura Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song was a Christian song that recently came out and the lyrics have struck a chord with me. Mostly because they mean a lot and it's true... Some of my greatest blessings, oddly enough have come from my deepest heartache. I don't know that I would consider nightmares and staying up all night in tears and fear a blessing yet... BUT I would consider the love that comes from my savior that casts that fear out one! Bring us to the list for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am blessed to be an American. This is such a simple thing, but something I think we look past a lot. With our country being in the condition it's in... It sometimes feels like things can't get much worse. But, I think that's the biggest error! When I look to other countries, I see the lack of freedom the women have and I know the freedom I am able to have. The voice I have and the people who listen to me as a woman. And for this, I know I am blessed to be born in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;JOY&lt;/strong&gt;. I have joy, I think part of it is a choice... And part of it is a byproduct of having Jesus in my life... Well, ALL of it is Jesus in my life. The part that is a choice is allowing that to be accessed. And for this, I am thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Friends. I am incredibly blessed for the Godly women God has placed within my life. Seriously, I look back to the last year... And if you told me when I turned 20 that I would move back home and meet a small group that would end up being probably the most incredible people I had ever met and be &lt;em&gt;exactly&lt;/em&gt; what I had been praying for... I would disagree totally. Since I thought I knew &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; person in my hometown. Well, I was wrong and the small group especially the beautiful women I have begun to share life with, have really blessed my socks off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A home. Soon you shall read of my home on my random facts list &lt;em&gt;stay tuned...&lt;/em&gt; But seriously, the story of how I ended up off campus living with five other girls and a married upstairs is truly crazy and incredible. I think it's a true blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The ability to run, jump, leap through the air... Now this might be a stretch for some people... If you don't know my history: I was in a wheelchair. Sometimes I forget that. And I am like, dude... I should be able to run as fast as a &lt;strike&gt;car drives,&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;a cheetah&lt;/strike&gt;, the speed of light. And I get really mad and frustrated about training or this or that... My complaining list can get pretty long sometimes. But when I take a step back: not only am I lapping the people on the couch.... But I also couldn't walk for awhile. Pretty crazy, right? Yeah... I am amazed when I force myself to remember.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Advocates. &lt;/strong&gt;So... I didn't know how to put this down as something... BUT these women and &lt;strike&gt;men&lt;/strike&gt; well, they are mostly women! Are incredible... The directors of &lt;a href="http://www.ahope4lyme.org/"&gt;A Hope 4 Lyme, Inc. &lt;/a&gt;are seriously incredible. They have taken my pint sized dream from High School and have kept it up and running despite my friend and I leaving and the incredibly rocky economy. They inspire me... A lot. These women, are people that really work hard at grassroots and have taught me a lot about the importance of elbow grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Healing&lt;/strong&gt;. There is an old saying that says &lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt; heals all wounds. I think I would change that a tad bit to say: God heals all wounds &lt;em&gt;in time&lt;/em&gt;. I have been &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; blessed to have the spiritual walk that I have had so that I have been able to see and experience God move in an incredible way. I have been able to see God move and heal not only physical things and ailments but also the healing of my heart and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Family. Oh. My. Goodness. I love my family... They drive me totally crazy, and make me laugh until I cry. Ultimately, knowing my family, makes me realize that God truly &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; have a sense of humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Passion, and COM-passion. :) I am really blessed to have a passionate heart. When I hear of certain causes, ie: sex trafficking, domestic violence, and people suffering in general... I tend to have a sense of urgency to help them. This has been a blessing and a curse. However, I am finding out that it can be such a blessing to help them and I am beginning to realize it's not written in every one's DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Shoveling Snow. OK- this might be something that sounds &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;weird. But last night, I was out shoveling our sidewalk and it was a &lt;strong&gt;blast&lt;/strong&gt;. I have never gotten such joy from such a mundane task. I never really had to shovel our sidewalks back home. They would get snow blown or my sister used to do it... And when she was in High School some kid she went to High School once came to do them! haha. I really felt blessed knowing we got snow this winter. It&amp;nbsp;was worried we wouldn't get any more. I am one of those weird people who still gets giddy when I see snow fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Spiritual Support. I am &lt;em&gt;blessed&lt;/em&gt; to have people surrounding me who &lt;strong&gt;care&lt;/strong&gt; very deeply about my spiritual life and my spiritual health. They support me in prayer and ask me the right questions. They come alongside me in pain and suffering and I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Dish washers. Let me confess: I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;hate&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dislike washing dishes a lot. I really don't like washing dishes... However, above not liking to wash dishes: I don't like having dirty dishes sitting in my sink. However, I have been blessed to live with some wonderful women who will share the task and we carry the burden of making sure the dishes are washed before bed together. It's teamwork at it's finest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I have a &lt;strong&gt;car&lt;/strong&gt;. It is a pain in my butt a lot of the time. I desperately wish it was realistic to just ride my bike everywhere. However, it's not. And for this, I am really glad that I have my car. It has also been a blessing to help others out when they need a lift places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I have been blessed with trials. I know I started this post out with my trials. However, I have found each one to uniquely shape me and help me become a better person and a better child of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Singleness. &lt;/strong&gt;For some people my age, I am noticing that they have a huge issue with their singleness. It seems as though they're out on the prowl. And I guess for awhile, so was I. However, I have found this to be such a &lt;em&gt;blessing&lt;/em&gt;. Seriously, I love being single. Right now especially: it has been really awesome to get to adventure and see things. I get to plan crazy road trips and fall in love with adventure all over again... I don't want to say that you can't do this married... However, I am really having a blast being single. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Blessed with a &lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt;. This past summer, I got to experience the whole providing my own roof over my head.&amp;nbsp;I am really blessed that no matter what, I have always had a roof over my head, clothes on my back, and food in my stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. A College Education. In 1999 a study was done and out of 100 Americans that was equally distributed to compose of the world's demographic. &lt;strong&gt;One&lt;/strong&gt; person would have a college education. I consider myself very blessed to have a college education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Medical Care. A few years ago, I did the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BitShRujoeA"&gt;one day without shoes campaign&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a href="http://www.toms.com/?utm_source=google&amp;amp;utm_medium=cpc&amp;amp;utm_campaign=brandfootwearbroad&amp;amp;utm_term={keyword}&amp;amp;Network={ifConten:Content}{ifSearch:Search}&amp;amp;gclid=CIeAkKDE-K0CFYXd4Aodm3F8sA"&gt;Toms&lt;/a&gt; and I learned that people &lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt; from cuts on their feet. That's crazy, right? Well, when I learned this: I realized. 1. I had to do something. 2. I was very blessed to be in a country where I could get help for small cuts, bumps, and bruises... Or major illnesses like pneumonia. And I am very fortunate that I don't know anyone who has died from a cut on their foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I am blessed to be part of things bigger than myself. Last year I started &lt;a href="http://www.cufi.org/site/PageServer?pagename=students"&gt;CUFI on campus&lt;/a&gt; at my school and I have been involved in other various groups on campus. There is something meaningful and totally exciting about being a part of something bigger than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Grace.&lt;/strong&gt; God's grace flows abundantly in my life... Every. Single. Day. And this is the biggest blessing of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Realizing that it has been difficult to come up with 21 things that I am blessed with, has made me realize that I have fallen into a minority on the top. No matter how it may feel difficult to get through certain days or finances may &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; tight. I am still richer, and more blessed than a majority of the world. And in that, unfortuantely, I believe that I may even be a bit ignorant to my blessings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-491536605049967561?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/491536605049967561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=491536605049967561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/491536605049967561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/491536605049967561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2012/01/project-21-day-4.html' title='Project 21 Day #4'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-3095667070046575044</id><published>2012-01-30T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T07:00:17.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Project 21 Day #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today's edition of Project 21 is brought to you by Favorite foods. Here are 21 Favorite foods!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pomegranates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Salad. No seriously, I am not even saying this just to be good. I really love&amp;nbsp;a good salad with lots of stuff layered on top of it. Especially fruit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kiwi. I have loved this since I was a little girl! SO good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My momma's Chicken and Biscuits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A good juicy hamburger with tomatoes on top and some lettuce! YUM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Steak. I was raised in a home where steak was served quite a bit and my dad supported 4H. I used to hate steak... However, since I have been away from it: I have developed a healthy appreciation for steak again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Chocolate. Is this a food? I don't know. However, when I am in the mood: I love me a good piece of chocolate. However, I have found that this along with other sweet things... I have to be in the mood for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Chicken. I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; chicken. I really enjoy grilled chicken, fried chicken, however it's prepared! I usually will eat it right up! I don't know why but it's my favorite meat. Like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhfK98f5S00"&gt;Bubba &lt;/a&gt;was with shrimp... That's me with chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Hummus. Especially the Roasted Red Pepper Kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Appetizers! I love these things... Lots of little foods to just browse through! So you can have a little of everything. Now that's my kind of food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Applesauce. I love me some good ole' fashioned home canned applesauce. It's delicious. If you have never had it... Leave a comment if you're local and I can hook you up with a can! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Apples. Especially when I am sick, I crave them... They are &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; good. I remember when I used to get the stomach bug when I was a kid... Apples were one of the first foods I wanted when I started to feel better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Girl Scout Cookies... Especially Thin Mints. After being a Girl Scout for years, up into High School... There is something nostalgic about eating a Girl Scout Cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Pumpkin Pie. I love to make pie... I really like my Pumpkin pie the best... However, I also enjoy Apple Pie and Cherry Pie... However, the best Cherry Pie is the kind with really pitted cherries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Newman's Own Cookies... The ones that look like Oreos. These are one of my weaknesses. I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; them! They are sooo good. I don't know why, but the packages always seem smaller than they were before. I &lt;em&gt;wish&lt;/em&gt; I could eat them all in one sitting. Must. Practice. Self-Control. Haha. For the record: Hint O' Mint are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Orange Juice. Is this a food or a juice? I guess it's more of a drink. BUT: I love to have this every morning with breakfast and it's really &lt;em&gt;amazing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Filled cupcakes. As seen &lt;a href="http://www.kevinandamanda.com/whatsnew/new-recipes/chocolate-chip-cookie-dough-cupcakes.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;they have&amp;nbsp;been one of my favorite recipes to make. I made them last year all the time and they&amp;nbsp;have always been a big hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Cheese Raviolis from Olive Garden. I tend to find a&amp;nbsp;dish I like and then stick with it at restaurants. This is a dish that&amp;nbsp; I have never been disappointed in.&amp;nbsp;They&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;are so &lt;/em&gt;good. I don't know what's going on with my font...&amp;nbsp;So disregard the random&amp;nbsp;italics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.&amp;nbsp;ANY dish that I don't have to cook. Living on my own and making my own meals has brought me to the conclusion that any meal that I didn't&amp;nbsp;prepare always tastes a little better! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-3095667070046575044?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/3095667070046575044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=3095667070046575044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3095667070046575044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3095667070046575044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2012/01/project-21-day-3.html' title='Project 21 Day #3'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-8490579623620270628</id><published>2012-01-29T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T16:57:46.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 21 Project Day #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today's edition of the 21 Project is 21 qualities of a perfect day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I would get to sleep in as late as I wanted and be able to take my time getting ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The outfit I would like to wear would be clean and all picked out for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The weather would be warm enough that I didn't need a heavy coat but chilly enough that you need a sweater. The sky would be blue with a few clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I would be surrounded by those I loved and would get to spend time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I would have a coffee date or a lunch date with a friend and we would get to chat and laugh together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I would get to sit down and eat dinner with my family. We would not be on our phones or distracted but soaking up good quality time with one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I would go for a run and when it ended I would still feel like I could just keep going forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I would have extra time to just spend doing devotionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Time would move very slowly and the day would leisurely string along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I wouldn't have any big projects or homework to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Get a boquet of wild flowers to put in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Spend time getting lost in a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Spend time doing crafts with my mom, sister, and my mom's friend Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Not getting called in to work and feeling completely content with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Not needing any money and having all of my student debt paid off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Find out I had a 4.0 for the semester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Get a massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Going to bed as late as I want the day of the perfect day and not having to worry about getting up early the next morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have unlimted energy for the day to accomplish everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Go hiking with a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When I went to bed that night, sleep well and have a good night's rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-8490579623620270628?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/8490579623620270628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=8490579623620270628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8490579623620270628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8490579623620270628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2012/01/21-project-day-2.html' title='The 21 Project Day #2'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-3182513104800543164</id><published>2012-01-28T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T07:00:08.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 21 Project Day #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This is the beginning of the week of my 21st Birthday (my&amp;nbsp;Birthday is February&amp;nbsp;4th!)&amp;nbsp;I feel excited to be entering into my 21st year. You may be here because you got an e-mail about this. OR you may be here because you already follow my blog and you saw I posted! Either way, welcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next 21 days, yeah, I feel a little crazy doing this... But it should be fun! I am going to post a list of 21 things. These lists could range from things I like to do to photos I have taken and everything in between.... This was a challenge offered to me by a dear friend. It will be an adventure of 21 things as I enter into turning 21!! I hope you enjoy these posts as much as I have enjoyed putting them together! Come back every day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post is 21 of my favorite quotes! I absolutely love quotes and love inspirational quotes. My journals are filled with them. I hope you will be inspired by these wonderful quotes! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "We will no longer make up excuses for powerlessness, because powerlessness is inexcusable" - Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;2. "The first step toward success is taken when you refuse to be a captive of the environment in which you find yourself." - Mark Caine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "We are all haunted with the fear of living lives of insignificance, and we all know that to play it safe is to lose the game. By definition an adventure is "an undertaking or enterprise of a hazardous nature." In other words, it comes at great cost. And life as God intends for you to live it is nothing less than an adventure. You were created for both pleasure and purpose. You might be thinking, I'm not sure if I really want to undertake an enterprise of a hazardous nature. Is a life of adventure really worth the risk? Is it really necessary? yes, you can choose to play it safe, you can choose to settle for less, but never forget this: you were born to live a great adventure; you were created with a divine destiny; you are called to fulfill a great mission. You were designed for a unique purpose. Now you are called to live it out." - Erwin Raphael McManus Chasing Daylight &lt;br /&gt;4. "Authority can shape waht a person does, but influence shapes who a person becomes. Influence is born out of trust and finds its strength in the connection of heart and soul." - Erwin Raphael McManus Chasing Daylight&lt;br /&gt;5. "Enthralled by your beauty. That means captivated, smitten, fascinated, spellbound, and delighted. That's exactly how the prince feels about the princess in fairy tales. But this sentiment is not fiction. Enthralled is how God in heaven feels about you. He is taken with you. Undistracted. Intensely interested. Emotionally connected. He enjoys your laughter and takes pleasure in the way you think. He is not bored with you, and He would never consider you ordinary. There is no way you will ever go unnoticed with God. You are beautiful to Him. Incredibly, breathtakingly beautiful. When a man feels this way about a woman, we say that he's in love." - Angela Thomas Do You Think I'm Beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;6. "Sexy is when it feels good to be in your own skin. Your own body feels right, it feels comfortable. Sexy is when you love being you." - Rob Bell's wife Sex God&lt;br /&gt;7. "I want first of all... to be at peace with myself. I want a singleness of eye, a purity of intention, a central core to my life that will enable me to carry out these obligations and activities as well as I can. I want, in fact- to borrow from the language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "Never let the odds keep you from doing what you know in your heart you were meant to do." - unknown&lt;br /&gt;9. "We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again. It's like singing on a boat during a terrible storm at sea. You can't stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of people who are together on that ship." - Anne Lamott&lt;br /&gt;10. "It is better to live one day as a lion than one hundred years as a sheep." - Benito Mussolini&lt;br /&gt;11. "Since childhood the Lord has been my Shepherd and his goodness has never failed. Being one of his sheep is the best adventure of my life." -Luci Swindoll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. "Feed your fears and your faith will starve. Feed your faith, and your fears will." - Max Lucado&lt;br /&gt;13. "Nature is God's first missionary. Where there is no Bible there are sparkling stars. Where there are not preachers there are spring times... If a person has nothing but nature, then nature is enough to reveal something about God." - Max Lucado.&lt;br /&gt;14. "It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half hearted creatures, fooling around with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered to us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased." - C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. "[Biologists' investigation of DNA] has shown, by the almost unbelievable complexity of the arrangements which are needed to produce [life], that intelligence must have been involved." -Antony Flew, Former Atheist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. "To be transformed, our job is to 'behold'- to continually contemplate- God's glory, focusing our spiritual gaze not primarily on things like Christian duties or our unworthiness, but on God's spectacularness." -Dwight Edwards&lt;br /&gt;17. "What comes into our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us." &lt;br /&gt;18. "A saint is not someone who is good but who experiences the goodness of God." -Thomas Merton&lt;br /&gt;19. “What day is it?" &lt;br /&gt;It's today," squeaked Piglet. &lt;br /&gt;My favorite day," said Pooh.”&lt;br /&gt;- A.A. Milne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. “How do you spell 'love'?" - Piglet &lt;br /&gt;"You don't spell it...you feel it." - Pooh” &lt;br /&gt;- A.A. Milne &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world. ~Anne Frank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-3182513104800543164?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/3182513104800543164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=3182513104800543164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3182513104800543164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3182513104800543164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2012/01/21-project-day-1.html' title='The 21 Project Day #1'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-4183224531376437367</id><published>2012-01-27T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:26:20.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Upload those Photos!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Golly, I was looking for photos the other day and realized that they weren't on my computer &lt;strong&gt;anywhere&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I frantically searched through folders looking for my photos, I thought they were certainly gone &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt;. I was quite panic struck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me, the photos I took a few &lt;strike&gt;days&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;weeks&lt;/strike&gt;... uhh well, months ago... Were still on the camera! I &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; haven't uploaded them! This is kind of embarrassing since I consider myself a somewhat decent photographer. I am ashamed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of the days as a kid when we would have a bag of rolls of film and disposable cameras and we would take them to the store and be surprised by what we developed! I remember the time my parents got doubles of photos I had taken of my baby dolls! :) How sweet right? &lt;br /&gt;Maybe today after class, I will finally get around to getting these photos onto the computer... Again, with the procrastinating! Gosh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-4183224531376437367?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/4183224531376437367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=4183224531376437367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4183224531376437367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4183224531376437367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2012/01/upload-those-photos.html' title='Upload those Photos!!!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-7490028389920821686</id><published>2012-01-26T09:19:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:19:00.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally content, no seriously.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am totally content. I realized this about a week ago. No seriously, I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much that I am looking forward to doing and I just want to enjoy them. People are unpredictable and so is life! However, aproximately a week or maybe it was two? I am not really sure! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I am totally, completely, content!! I have pretty much everything I need right now in my life and I am at a very exciting crossroads in my life. I am deciding whether or not I want to be&amp;nbsp;a Social Worker the rest of my life or if there is something else that I would like to be... I could go on to Medical School, Law School, or become pretty much anything I wanted to be! Isn't that crazy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to traveling this summer and going places I have never been before! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some places on that list? Well, confession: there is only one right now... Colorado. But I was thinking about some others: maybe Montana... I don't know! What are some of the most beautiful places you have ever been? What would you highly recommend? I would love to hear about it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; excited about approaching each day as an adventure! I recently began thumbing through the book I Married Adventure by: Luci Swindoll. It's a book about allowing each day to be an adventure in and of itself. So here I am, no idea what I am going to do this summer... But trusting God that He will provide through each leg of the journey. Maybe I will go square dancing or go to a hoe down. Maybe I will climb to the peak of a mountain (I sure hope so!) and swim with dolphins (never thought about doing that!)... Some day soon I think I might re-visit my Bucket List... I hope you will join me as I journey onward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-7490028389920821686?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/7490028389920821686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=7490028389920821686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7490028389920821686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7490028389920821686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2012/01/totally-content-no-seriously.html' title='Totally content, no seriously.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-4474585345626088484</id><published>2012-01-25T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:28:29.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it worth it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gxG9ORFOz4s/TyCsNHWXHUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/uQNukJMqS-E/s1600/imagesCA93KZKC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gxG9ORFOz4s/TyCsNHWXHUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/uQNukJMqS-E/s1600/imagesCA93KZKC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in a technology saturated culture.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently upon going to a pro- Israel conference, I noticed that my generation is extremely attached to the technology around them. I watched people "live tweet" powerful quotes and constantly interact with others through smart devices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in a room with some incredibly connected individuals, I saw how out of the loop I was. I didn't have a twitter, or a facebook. I had no idea what their other counterparts were; tumblr, google-plus, and others were not even in my vocabulary at this point. I couldn't tell the difference between a tweet and a hashtag and barely knew if it was tweeter or twitter and could really give a hoot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my lack of ability to tweet, text, and look up 20 different news stations within a few seconds... I was able to hold a conversation and keep eye contact; face to face contact has high value to me. When the speakers said something profound, I jotted it down with a pen, in a notebook to be stashed away for later use. Maybe in a blog post, or to be inspired when I went on a journey to change the world... These quotes would be stashed in my heart for a moment to light a fire when speaking to others. Still I felt inferior to my tech-savvy counterpart. I was lost in a sea of faces lit by the glow of a smart phone or ipad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I couldn't resist the culture that was rising around me. I fell with the rise of the pressure and reluctantly got a twitter (just a plug: you can follow me: @victoriaqwilcox)! It has been a love/hate relationship between my account and I. I sometimes tweet similar tweets two or three times because I don't remember that I can put multiple people's names in the tweet. Or I have tweets that are probably very difficult to understand because I just can't fit my full thought into the 130 characters provided. I become frustrated and confused. It's difficult to conform to this idea of tweeting my exciting thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt like an outcast in a generation that knows just what to do. With just over twenty followers on my twitter account; I must have something interesting to say! Or else they have followed me out of pity, perhaps a mixture of both. I hope they find a quote or a statement inspiring or informative, or maybe my thoughts will encourage them to dig deeper than surface level. I mean I think that's what people are supposed to get out of twitter anyways. I am still not sure what I am chasing after with my twitter account. Or maybe I am just following the goal that was placed before me at SALT in Texas averaging approximately 5 tweets a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all of this brings me to the question... Is it worth it? With being connected to society and allowing them into your life via 130 characters or through photos on facebook... All in the name of connection, are we really becoming a more connected society? It's hard pressed to get together with people without having someone take a phone call or send a text message. I am also guilty of this. With all of this connection, I must ask myself if it's really creating a better society... Or are we just creating a society that cannot connect on more than a surface level. I text to the car, I talk on the phone while I am walking outside... Sometimes I believe that I fail to observe the environment that encompasses me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we so lost in texting and tweeting, and whatever else there is that we are walking off a cliff with phone in hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-4474585345626088484?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/4474585345626088484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=4474585345626088484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4474585345626088484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4474585345626088484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2012/01/is-it-worth-it.html' title='Is it worth it?'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gxG9ORFOz4s/TyCsNHWXHUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/uQNukJMqS-E/s72-c/imagesCA93KZKC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-4426507871031320298</id><published>2012-01-25T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:26:00.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>too true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVMNXGqXGl0/Tq2yqfckXjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9n3SCdRA1T0/s1600/il_570xN_194461004-480x600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVMNXGqXGl0/Tq2yqfckXjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9n3SCdRA1T0/s320/il_570xN_194461004-480x600.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;design credit: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/62293698/it-always-seems-impossible-until-its"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/listing/62293698/it-always-seems-impossible-until-its&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-4426507871031320298?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/4426507871031320298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=4426507871031320298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4426507871031320298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4426507871031320298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2012/01/too-true.html' title='too true'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVMNXGqXGl0/Tq2yqfckXjI/AAAAAAAAAZE/9n3SCdRA1T0/s72-c/il_570xN_194461004-480x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-2625903260594382918</id><published>2012-01-23T08:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T18:41:31.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What makes you feel beautiful??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cIr4uDL5TKw/Txzb7GaPCvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/EcxIH3c4XJg/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cIr4uDL5TKw/Txzb7GaPCvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/EcxIH3c4XJg/s320/untitled.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I do not own this photo or ask for credit for it.&lt;br /&gt;However, fun fact: I do have that lamp and it's on my night stand! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing around the internet yesterday and I came across &lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/work-life/life-strategies/inspiration-motivation/makes-me-feel-beautiful-00000000017777/index.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article. The first page, Anne Roiphe writes about her husbands words and how they made her feel beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿The honesty in her writing literally stands on the page and really draws you into the scene&amp;nbsp;she paints and creates. It made me ponder what makes me feel beautiful, and how to just be comfortable in the skin I am in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I am totally sold out and happy with the body I have been given, ocassionally I look at myself and wish I had something different. However, a lot of days I am pretty content just being me! I hope some day, I will have a partner in crime that can reflect with me as Anne's husband did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, today, I am looking up to a creator... And ultimately, after I am old and grey... If I am fortunate enough to grow wise with years... I will be face to face with him and my &lt;em&gt;biggest &lt;/em&gt;dream to be answered would be when the creator of the world tells me, I am beautiful, and well done to a faithful servant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I be honored to be in the presence of the King. I yearn to have an encounter with the Lord that is approving. However, today, I walk around the creation of His and look up into the sky and am &lt;em&gt;amazed&lt;/em&gt; by the beauty and &lt;strike&gt;complexity &lt;/strike&gt;simplicty of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-2625903260594382918?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/2625903260594382918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=2625903260594382918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/2625903260594382918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/2625903260594382918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-makes-you-feel-beautiful.html' title='What makes you feel beautiful??'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cIr4uDL5TKw/Txzb7GaPCvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/EcxIH3c4XJg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-7839142260251725626</id><published>2012-01-22T23:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T23:10:54.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Satisfied</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Be Satisfied with Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by St. Anthony of Padua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone longs to give themselves completely to someone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a deep soul relationship with another,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be loved thoroughly and exclusively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to a Christian, God says, "No, not until you are satisfied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilled and content with being loved by Me alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With giving yourself totally and unreservedly to Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With having an intensely personal and unique relationship with Me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovering that only in Me is your satisfaction to be found,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be capable of the perfect human relationship,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I have planned for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never be united to another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you are united with Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exclusive of anyone or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exclusive of any other desires or longings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to stop planning, to stop wishing, and allow Me to give you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most thrilling plan existing . . . one you cannot imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to have the best. Please allow Me to bring it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just keep watching Me, expecting the greatest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep experiencing the satisfaction that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep listening and learning the things that I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait, that's all. Don't be anxious, don't worry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look around at things others have gotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that I have given them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look around at the things you think you want,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep looking off and away up to Me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll miss what I want to show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, when you're ready, I'll surprise you with a love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far more wonderful than you could dream of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, until you are ready, and until the one I have for you is ready,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working even at this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have both of you ready at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you are both satisfied exclusively with Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the life I prepared for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't be able to experience the love that exemplified your relationship with Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is perfect love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear one, I want you to have this most wonderful love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to see in the flesh a picture of your relationship with Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to enjoy materially and concretely the everlasting union of beauty, perfection and love that I offer you with Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that I love you utterly. I AM God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it and be satisfied."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire to have this certainty and contentment with God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-7839142260251725626?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/7839142260251725626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=7839142260251725626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7839142260251725626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7839142260251725626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2012/01/be-satisfied.html' title='Be Satisfied'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-4576894496805970566</id><published>2012-01-21T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T13:10:35.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bq2T7jP7dpQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times I can't wait to have kids... This is so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-4576894496805970566?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/4576894496805970566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=4576894496805970566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4576894496805970566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4576894496805970566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2012/01/some-times-i-cant-wait-to-have-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bq2T7jP7dpQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-356380133224298421</id><published>2012-01-19T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T09:54:38.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Place #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-12yfIPC3N9k/Txc6Y6bqaYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XLdZmfEJ-ME/s1600/0117121930y.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-12yfIPC3N9k/Txc6Y6bqaYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XLdZmfEJ-ME/s320/0117121930y.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Place: &lt;a href="http://www.yogenfruz.com/home/en/"&gt;Yogen Fruz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product ordered: Mint Chocolate Chip&lt;br /&gt;Ambiance: 0 points on a scale 1-10, I cheated a bit: it was at the mall in a kiosk.&lt;br /&gt;Taste: 4 I wasn't overly impressed with the taste, I have had awesome frozen yogurt that tasted much better... However, I have heard other flavors are better. Perhaps if I am feeling daring, I will try another flavor some day. &lt;br /&gt;Nutritional Value:&amp;nbsp;7 Pretty good! The calories are relatively low in comparison to their ice cream counterparts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over-all experience: O-K. I stopped by the little kiosk because I kept walking by it and there was always a line. Usually you can tell by the long lines that the product being sold is de-lish! However, I was utterly disappointed. I was ready to taste something very fantastic, perhaps I had too high of hopes! Stay tuned for the next adventure... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-356380133224298421?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/356380133224298421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=356380133224298421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/356380133224298421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/356380133224298421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-place-1.html' title='New Place #1'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-12yfIPC3N9k/Txc6Y6bqaYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/XLdZmfEJ-ME/s72-c/0117121930y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-4259038724473619404</id><published>2012-01-11T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:52:04.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelve things for 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Wow! I can barely believe it's 2012 already... In years past I have been on top of things. However, this year, I allowed thanksgiving to pass without giving thanks, and Christmas to pass without a mention of Jesus' birthday (surprising when I was awarded a Christmas spirit award when I did &lt;a href="http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2008/12/giving-back.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;giving back effort!). I digress, and apologize for my absence.&amp;nbsp;Over the past&amp;nbsp;few months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved, traveled&amp;nbsp;to two different states,&amp;nbsp;and moved again...&amp;nbsp;Went speed-dating, met the love of my life, fell madly in love, and eloped to&amp;nbsp;a small island just off the Caribbean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding about the last part... But seriously: life has been crazy busy. I went to Kansas City, MO and San Antonio, TX less than a day apart and moved the day I got back, to come back to school! I have to admit, I have enjoyed every minute of the crazy life I lived but let's be real: it's time to get back in the grind and finish up my degree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/01/year-in-review.html"&gt;Last year&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I had a nice little synopsis of the previous year... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, in an effort to keep things new and exciting... I bring you Twelve for '12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat healthier! I tend to forget to eat when things get busy... This year I would like to make an effort to get better at cooking and eating three balanced meals a day! This is tough cooking for one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/Attractions-g48503-Activities-Rochester_Finger_Lakes_New_York.html"&gt;Trip advisor&lt;/a&gt; has a list of top things to do in Rochester, where I go to school. I would like to go to at least 1/2 of them. So 10 of the 20 places on the list. Especially the Museum of play!! It looks &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do some sort of exercise every day and run &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; 5 days a week. Since I ran Cross Country, I have slacked off in exercise... I really miss it and I miss the mood boost it gave me. Next year, I would really like to run a marathon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Achieve at least a 3.7 both semesters. I still am aiming for a 4.0 before the end of my college career. I have come close but still no cigar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Become more connected. I would really like to spend more face time with those I care about. Enough of this texting and phone calls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Go backpacking! I have never been on a prolonged backpacking trip. But I really would &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; to go on one. Let the planning begin! I would love to go out to Colorado. I don't really know anything about Colorado but a lady I met in the airport said it's great for backpacking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Visit one new place each month. Whether it's a coffee shop, or a hiking trail. Just check out unique and different places to visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Read the Bible more. It's something I haven't done nearly enough of and would really like to gain a better understanding... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Visit more churches in Rochester! I would like to really check out some different churches in Rochester and see the different cultures within churches. I think it's so &lt;em&gt;easy&lt;/em&gt; to get into your comfort zone and stay at the church that doesn't necessarily challenge you or is just like the church you have gone to since you were a kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Start a bible study/ prayer group. I started a prayer group back home and it was such a positive experience... I would really like to start something similar here in Rochester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Take a multivitamin every day! This is something I stink at doing. I always see it as an accessory pill. However, people say that they really help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Learn more board games... I would really like to learn more board games and host game nights on a regular basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-4259038724473619404?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/4259038724473619404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=4259038724473619404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4259038724473619404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4259038724473619404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2012/01/twelve-things-for-2012.html' title='Twelve things for 2012'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-8899868345599051159</id><published>2011-12-19T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T11:28:43.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The one where I move out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Time is flying by! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May I got to move about five times over the course of a month. Un-packing and packing up things again became a way of life for me. Then I moved into my little apartment and &lt;em&gt;stayed&lt;/em&gt; until&amp;nbsp;November. Then moved back to my parent's house. And now I am packing up yet &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. Hopefully this time for the last time for the next two and a half years. So I can finish up my degree and get my MSW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in the process of moving... I have been getting rid of a lot of things and trying to downsize my collection of material things. And since I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; Friends, it reminded me of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VgwifQ8XkVQ"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; episode... As much as I love living with my parents and as great as my apartment was... I can't wait to live with the women at the well! Stay tuned for a post about the new communal living project I will be living in. Hopefully until the end of college! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-8899868345599051159?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/8899868345599051159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=8899868345599051159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8899868345599051159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8899868345599051159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/12/one-where-i-move-out.html' title='The one where I move out.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-7286148244781735794</id><published>2011-12-13T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T08:43:33.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resources</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am a girl of resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me at any given moment, I am sure I could find a blog post, an article, or a book on any given topic. I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; resources. And to be totally transparent, they have helped me with some very difficult struggles. However, these great resources have also been the source of a great stumbling block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around at the media, the &lt;em&gt;resources &lt;/em&gt;if you will... And I sometimes forget to create my own foundation. The more I read, the more I research, the more I wonder what other people would think of me. I get so caught up in the thoughts of others and perfecting myself. I lose sight of what I know to be true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have really struggled with that: understanding who I am. Understanding who God is and even knowing if He cares... The past two days God has really spoken to my heart. A heart that has been really beat down and &lt;em&gt;broken&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sat confused and in pain for many nights over the past six months... Wondering how God can bring good out of anything in this world. And then the past two days I was given this image, of a little girl on a swing... Swinging without a care in the world, laughing and experiencing joy like no other. It was crazy. Then I read &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%20103&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Psalm 103&lt;/a&gt; last night and it says: Praise the LORD, my soul, and forget not all his benefits— &lt;br /&gt;who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about that: &lt;em&gt;crowns&lt;/em&gt;. God &lt;em&gt;crowns &lt;/em&gt;you with love and compassion. Do you know who gets a crown? A princess. A princess gets a crown. And GOD crowns us with love and compassion. I visualized that and it's crazy to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this second part resonated The LORD is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love. He will not always accuse, nor will he harbor his anger forever; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't harbor his anger forever. He is abounding in love. These are the truth's about the God who loves us. I have a difficult time forgiving myself. I hold onto anger against myself for &lt;em&gt;days&lt;/em&gt; and keep a list of all of the bad things I have done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I serve a God who &lt;em&gt;chooses&lt;/em&gt; to forget my sin. He &lt;em&gt;chooses&lt;/em&gt; to love me and He is crazy about me. It's such a foreign concept to me. I just don't get it! Hopefully some day, I will... Until then: here I sit trying to just grasp a little concept of the God we serve and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-7286148244781735794?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/7286148244781735794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=7286148244781735794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7286148244781735794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7286148244781735794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/12/resources.html' title='Resources'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-1799704025997640325</id><published>2011-12-06T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T09:17:04.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So excited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;For a few years now, I have heard of &lt;a href="http://donmilleris.com/"&gt;Donald Miller&lt;/a&gt;, and I have read &lt;em&gt;amazing &lt;/em&gt;blog posts written by him like &lt;a href="http://donmilleris.com/2011/09/26/the-beauty-that-comes-from-pain/"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;. That just make me smile and make my heart squeal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this loose following and suggestions to read some of his books. I haven't had the gumption to pick any of them up. Sometimes I drag my feet reading books that have high reviews... Usually I am not disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... Here I am now: picking up one of his books. Which one you might ask? Well, the one that many passionately supported as he has been creating it into a movie. And if you still don't know... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue Like Jazz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And I must admit: I am quite excited! Have you ever read any of his books? Any more positive or &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; reviews? I would be happy to hear them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-1799704025997640325?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/1799704025997640325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=1799704025997640325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1799704025997640325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1799704025997640325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-excited.html' title='So excited!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-998251360525016326</id><published>2011-11-28T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:40:46.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"When we have nothing but God, we discover that God is enough."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-998251360525016326?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/998251360525016326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=998251360525016326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/998251360525016326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/998251360525016326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-we-have-nothing-but-god-we.html' title='&quot;When we have nothing but God, we discover that God is enough.&quot;'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-2371719439315242266</id><published>2011-11-11T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T12:50:23.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Luck? A Blessing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It was around 8:00 at work and I began feeling like my throat was swelling up... I started shaking and shivering... I felt &lt;em&gt;awful&lt;/em&gt; by 9:00pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought: not again! After being sick multiple times and spiking high (102-104) fevers over the past few months... I thought: I &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; make it through the end of my shift. I don't want to have another sick day. The next day I ended up in the ER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad accuses me of not taking care of my body. I think about it: and really, I have! I have tried so hard to eat healthy, I don't drink, I don't smoke... I run if I don't feel like &lt;em&gt;crap&lt;/em&gt;. I don't get it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after many breakdowns and a lot of doctors discussing possible relapse of the dreaded &lt;em&gt;Lyme&lt;/em&gt;, maybe something going on with my thyroid... Or something else! Here I sit, a few days later realizing: I have had some really good years the past few years. And I am still extremely blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a song on the radio last night as I was driving home from work and it talked about healing the wound but leaving the scar. I wondered: even if I am healed: I still might have the scar of a weak immune system and an overly dramatic body that whenever it gets an infection: it goes crazy and spikes a high temp! But, I am walking, I have held my job despite some of the worst chapters of my life unfolding, I can run! And I am closer with God than I have ever been before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for this... Even in the midst of what an outsider may call: &lt;em&gt;bad luck&lt;/em&gt; I will say: I am &lt;strong&gt;blessed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-2371719439315242266?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/2371719439315242266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=2371719439315242266&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/2371719439315242266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/2371719439315242266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/11/bad-luck-blessing.html' title='Bad Luck? A Blessing?'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-8843281616999609833</id><published>2011-11-05T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T15:03:33.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;21st Century King James Version (KJ21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be merciful unto me, O God, for man would swallow me up; he, fighting daily, oppresseth me.&lt;br /&gt;2Mine enemies would daily swallow me up, for they are many that fight against me, O Thou Most High.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3In the time I am afraid, I will trust in Thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4In God I will praise His word, in God I have put my trust; I will not fear what flesh can do unto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5Every day they wrest my words; all their thoughts are against me for evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, they mark my steps as they lie in wait for my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7Shall they escape by iniquity? In Thine anger cast down the people, O God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8Thou countest my wanderings; put Thou my tears into Thy bottle: are they not in Thy book?&lt;br /&gt;9When I cry unto Thee, then shall mine enemies turn back! This I know, for God is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10In God will I praise His word; in the LORD will I praise His word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11In God have I put my trust; I will not be afraid what man can do unto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12Thy vows are upon me, O God; I will render praises unto Thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13For Thou hast delivered my soul from death; wilt Thou not deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-8843281616999609833?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/8843281616999609833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=8843281616999609833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8843281616999609833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8843281616999609833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/11/21st-century-king-james-version-kj21.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-6363156926598247094</id><published>2011-11-04T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T16:14:00.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This reminds me of when I was a kid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shannoneileenblog.typepad.com/.a/6a0120a5c8d9a9970c014e8c2f02b7970d-pi" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://shannoneileenblog.typepad.com/.a/6a0120a5c8d9a9970c014e8c2f02b7970d-pi" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shannoneileenblog.typepad.com/.a/6a0120a5c8d9a9970c014e8c2f01dd970d-pi" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://shannoneileenblog.typepad.com/.a/6a0120a5c8d9a9970c014e8c2f01dd970d-pi" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great are &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/culturepicturegalleries/8523674/Disparity-by-Christopher-Boffoli-everyday-scenes-created-using-food-and-toy-figures.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; little scenes?! I used to &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; to play with my doll house as a little girl. Mostly just setting up the rooms and taking them apart again... How fun! He uses toy train figurines. I am in love with &lt;a href="http://cjboffoli.500px.com/#/0"&gt;the artist&lt;/a&gt;. Very talented. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-6363156926598247094?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/6363156926598247094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=6363156926598247094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/6363156926598247094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/6363156926598247094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-reminds-me-of-when-i-was-kid.html' title='This reminds me of when I was a kid!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-1582020154566337434</id><published>2011-11-01T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T15:51:00.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's an Ap for that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px;"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/szS5q85cC7E?version=3&amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/szS5q85cC7E?version=3&amp;feature=player_embedded" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone always says: there's an ap for that! And usually there is... At work I recently learned there is even an ap for breast-feeding moms! You can record the breast the baby fed on, how long, and even record the diaper changes! And how cool is this Ap? It's a shoebox ap that you can literally scan images and upload them onto the internet so you can share them with friends and family! &lt;a href="http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/07/texting-hate-story.html"&gt;And to think, I am still trying to get down texting... &lt;/a&gt;I feel like I was born with the wrong generation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-1582020154566337434?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/1582020154566337434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=1582020154566337434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1582020154566337434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1582020154566337434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/11/theres-ap-for-that.html' title='There&apos;s an Ap for that!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-107863509000184733</id><published>2011-10-31T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T15:58:00.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last year around this time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/19337958@N02/6265415606/" title="acorn cookies by saganaga, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6094/6265415606_b95a374791.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="acorn cookies"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought &lt;a href="http://poppytalk.blogspot.com/2011/10/adorable-acorn-cookies-autumn-colours.html"&gt;these cookies reminded me of the acorns I picked up last year around this time... As one might remember, I was running XC and at college. And my dear friend &lt;a href="http://johnnynjune.blogspot.com/"&gt;June&lt;/a&gt;, told me all about these acorns at Pottery Barn! Well, we were certain we could find them much cheaper on the ground. Much to our dismay, it was difficult to find whole acorns. Well, I hit jackpot out in a field one day and filled paper bags full of them. Which made one very happy June. :) And she even dried them out and they are now featured in her fall decor! She's the greatest. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-107863509000184733?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/107863509000184733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=107863509000184733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/107863509000184733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/107863509000184733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-year-around-this-time.html' title='Last year around this time...'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6094/6265415606_b95a374791_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-492579524892743705</id><published>2011-10-30T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T15:49:09.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snuggle Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NGQGigeklrU/Tq2pwOnbxII/AAAAAAAAAY8/NvxXLcx82Ic/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NGQGigeklrU/Tq2pwOnbxII/AAAAAAAAAY8/NvxXLcx82Ic/s320/untitled.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is something about a Sunday afternoon that screams nap time to me! I don't know if it was something that was instilled as a child... Or if I generally just find Sunday's as a day to catch up on sleep. Even in college, I would find a good book, or my bible! And snuggle up and soon drift off into dream land for Sunday afternoon! Today is no different! I am snuggled up and ready to nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photo Credit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clemencefloris.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;http://www.clemencefloris.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-492579524892743705?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/492579524892743705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=492579524892743705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/492579524892743705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/492579524892743705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/10/snuggle-sunday.html' title='Snuggle Sunday'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NGQGigeklrU/Tq2pwOnbxII/AAAAAAAAAY8/NvxXLcx82Ic/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-2386514762462453219</id><published>2011-10-30T12:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T12:11:00.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this site!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Okay, so awhile back I found &lt;a href="http://www.boundless.org/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;site. And can I just say, if you haven't been to boundless, or read some of their articles... You definately should! Espeically if you are a young adult or single, or in college, or just looking for some random good articles to read. I always find interesting articles that make me think or go hmm.... It has been a good thing to pass the time when I have been sick all weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-2386514762462453219?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/2386514762462453219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=2386514762462453219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/2386514762462453219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/2386514762462453219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-this-site.html' title='I love this site!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-1492126745225743301</id><published>2011-10-29T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T11:43:38.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Singly Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My sister got married exactly 29 days ago... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LxDD5bsiFY/TqwdEMwxamI/AAAAAAAAAYc/aU5Yx8vAZWw/s1600/264863_2192776620257_1272396613_2635142_3219520_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LxDD5bsiFY/TqwdEMwxamI/AAAAAAAAAYc/aU5Yx8vAZWw/s320/264863_2192776620257_1272396613_2635142_3219520_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OCcxnDVRqfM/TqwdQYAK8UI/AAAAAAAAAYk/3aENwBv8zSE/s1600/312265_2477985470300_1272396613_2980403_1587271901_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OCcxnDVRqfM/TqwdQYAK8UI/AAAAAAAAAYk/3aENwBv8zSE/s320/312265_2477985470300_1272396613_2980403_1587271901_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So crazy to think about: my sister getting married! And upon my sister becoming a beautiful bride... It brought up question and conversation of where my knight in shining armor was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hUcowEYTz40/Tqwdgf2gy7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/qoQzH6vuRgA/s1600/312069_2477789945412_1272396613_2980390_1913173129_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hUcowEYTz40/Tqwdgf2gy7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/qoQzH6vuRgA/s320/312069_2477789945412_1272396613_2980390_1913173129_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At the wedding it became a frequent question... If there was a man in my life. And I could confidently say no, there is no one. However, the last few weeks I have thought more and more about this wedded bliss. With my sister married, and many of my friends getting engaged and some already married... I began thinking about my own marital status. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The past few days, I have spent time alone with God and really just thought about my life... And to be totally honest, I have never felt more blessed to be single. Though, it would be great to have a boyfriend or significant other, I have found great joy in being &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt; and being single. In this time, God has really worked on my heart and helped me become a better person. Not only that, I have also not had to think about the effect (or is it affect?) that my actions would have on others... I have been free sailing to spend as much time in devotions as I need... Or to stay up late or go to bed by 6pm! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound a bit selfish... But honestly, if I wasn't single right now: I don't think that my time with God and the complete healing my heart has undergone in the past 4-5 months would have happened. It's incredible how God gets us all by ourselves and works in such crazy ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now when people ask me, is there a man in your life? I can confidently say: nope! And it's totally okay! I have a peace that soon enough that chapter will come in my life: but why rush it? There is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much to be thankful for and excited for: &lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_UWr-Dv0wY/Tqwe6NeLO_I/AAAAAAAAAY0/o6euE0OWNxM/s1600/308815_2477997630604_1272396613_2980411_519150864_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_UWr-Dv0wY/Tqwe6NeLO_I/AAAAAAAAAY0/o6euE0OWNxM/s320/308815_2477997630604_1272396613_2980411_519150864_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I can vicariously live through my sisters joy and excitement with my new brother-in-law. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-1492126745225743301?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/1492126745225743301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=1492126745225743301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1492126745225743301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1492126745225743301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/10/singly-blessed.html' title='Singly Blessed'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LxDD5bsiFY/TqwdEMwxamI/AAAAAAAAAYc/aU5Yx8vAZWw/s72-c/264863_2192776620257_1272396613_2635142_3219520_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-817135867471924980</id><published>2011-10-26T15:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T15:22:00.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What does it mean to give our lives totally to God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;There is something exciting and mysterious about going into a life of &lt;em&gt;full time&lt;/em&gt; missions. Going away to a third world country: investing into the lives of kids with faces covered in dirt. Leading a traveling VBS to kids that will never know what it is like to go to a pizza hut or to even be able to go to a store with a/c, let alone have a house that has a/c. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds really worthwhile right? Sounds like a person who has given their life to a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; cause. A life of mystery and adventure to those of us who have grown up in lives of comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like when you're a missionary, people automatically are amazed. They talk to them as though their calling is holier than &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;that God could call them to. It's like&lt;em&gt; woah&lt;/em&gt;. I think there is some sort of adreneline rush to having that type of ministry. Although, I have read stories and seen that the people in the field, find their lives much like the lives they lived before. Just with different struggles and obstacles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing &lt;em&gt;holier&lt;/em&gt; about the fights the married missionaries have behind closed doors about investments, or daily living... Than those that the people here in the U.S. have... We put our brothers and sisters in Christ on these special platforms and we live in this world that they have something better and a "better" connection with God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are people like Shane Claiborne, who live radical lives. I thought to myself: woah, what if I lived like that! Giving everything I earn to organizations, and to a communal living project. Tossing everything in, for the "better" of those around me. His life is intriguing. His conversations, and what he stands for provokes thought and convicts people for their commercialist lifestyle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, if everyone lived like he did... Would we really have people to sow into them? Would we be able to go to the hospital, would there be Christians in the workforce to go to? I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I wonder, if selling my life for God and living totally for Him... Is in what I am doing &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; now. I sometimes actually, a lot feel like college is a waste. Or just a stagnent place that I am in. Or that this isn't &lt;strong&gt;exciting&lt;/strong&gt;. I want something that's innvegorating and an adventure. I want my life to feel like I am white-water rafting for God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel like I am going through the rapids for Jesus, and I want to bring God the most glory I can. But is it really selling everything and living without for the sake of Jesus. Or is that idea even something that has been Westrenized? I don't really know the answers... But I guess I have thought about it: and in the end, I still wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-817135867471924980?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/817135867471924980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=817135867471924980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/817135867471924980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/817135867471924980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-does-it-mean-to-give-our-lives.html' title='What does it mean to give our lives totally to God?'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-7775756942383357329</id><published>2011-10-25T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T20:34:00.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart aches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Lately, my heart has a heavy burden... It aches and it aches for the condition of our culture. I read quotes to encourage us on our Christian walks... Quotes like: God is real and we need to be real about what he is doing in our lives. And when the world says no way we say Yahweh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I stand in a check-out line and have an older&amp;nbsp;man behind me look at the cover of cosmopolitan and then say a sexual statement to me as plain as day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear jokes about the poverty and how ridiculous people are or how they all work the system. I see calloused hearts for people, and&amp;nbsp;an apathetic state. My heart is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; broken and I wonder to myself: how can &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; avoid from getting that way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in an environment where I see death readily, I see people who aren't ready for what they're facing all the time. I see situations where I think to myself: I could do that better. But I think about it, and I wonder, do people look at me and say: I could do what she is doing better? Probably... I strive to be different, my heart breaks for these situations every single day. But when push comes to shove: what am I really doing to change what is breaking my heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-7775756942383357329?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/7775756942383357329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=7775756942383357329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7775756942383357329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7775756942383357329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-heart-aches.html' title='My heart aches'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-3738363593928552940</id><published>2011-10-23T12:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T12:18:00.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Psalm 139&lt;br /&gt;For the director of music. Of David. A psalm.&lt;br /&gt;1 You have searched me, LORD, &lt;br /&gt;and you know me. &lt;br /&gt;2 You know when I sit and when I rise; &lt;br /&gt;you perceive my thoughts from afar. &lt;br /&gt;3 You discern my going out and my lying down; &lt;br /&gt;you are familiar with all my ways. &lt;br /&gt;4 Before a word is on my tongue &lt;br /&gt;you, LORD, know it completely. &lt;br /&gt;5 You hem me in behind and before, &lt;br /&gt;and you lay your hand upon me. &lt;br /&gt;6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, &lt;br /&gt;too lofty for me to attain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Where can I go from your Spirit? &lt;br /&gt;Where can I flee from your presence? &lt;br /&gt;8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there; &lt;br /&gt;if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. &lt;br /&gt;9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn, &lt;br /&gt;if I settle on the far side of the sea, &lt;br /&gt;10 even there your hand will guide me, &lt;br /&gt;your right hand will hold me fast. &lt;br /&gt;11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me &lt;br /&gt;and the light become night around me,” &lt;br /&gt;12 even the darkness will not be dark to you; &lt;br /&gt;the night will shine like the day, &lt;br /&gt;for darkness is as light to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 For you created my inmost being; &lt;br /&gt;you knit me together in my mother’s womb. &lt;br /&gt;14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; &lt;br /&gt;your works are wonderful, &lt;br /&gt;I know that full well. &lt;br /&gt;15 My frame was not hidden from you &lt;br /&gt;when I was made in the secret place, &lt;br /&gt;when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. &lt;br /&gt;16 Your eyes saw my unformed body; &lt;br /&gt;all the days ordained for me were written in your book &lt;br /&gt;before one of them came to be. &lt;br /&gt;17 How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God! &lt;br /&gt;How vast is the sum of them! &lt;br /&gt;18 Were I to count them, &lt;br /&gt;they would outnumber the grains of sand— &lt;br /&gt;when I awake, I am still with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 If only you, God, would slay the wicked! &lt;br /&gt;Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty! &lt;br /&gt;20 They speak of you with evil intent; &lt;br /&gt;your adversaries misuse your name. &lt;br /&gt;21 Do I not hate those who hate you, LORD, &lt;br /&gt;and abhor those who are in rebellion against you? &lt;br /&gt;22 I have nothing but hatred for them; &lt;br /&gt;I count them my enemies. &lt;br /&gt;23 Search me, God, and know my heart; &lt;br /&gt;test me and know my anxious thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;24 See if there is any offensive way in me, &lt;br /&gt;and lead me in the way everlasting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-3738363593928552940?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/3738363593928552940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=3738363593928552940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3738363593928552940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3738363593928552940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/10/psalm-139-for-director-of-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-1770650664951934774</id><published>2011-10-22T15:47:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T15:47:00.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is important?</title><content type='html'>If you have followed this blog since it's birth in 2007. Wow. That's right! I have been blogging for four years now. That's just crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you will know a bit of my story. You will know that I had some years that were fallen into a black hole called Lyme disease. And you also may remember nights without answers and days of ICU, and unanswered prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a few weeks ago I got caught up in trying to think about how important school is. I get the importance of school, don't get me wrong: I have worshipped the school gods and even found my time of excessive reading of textbooks to be quite interesting... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, is there a fine line between being SO worldly minded that you are no heavenly good? I know I have heard the quote that you can be so heavenly minded that you are no earthly good. But what happens when we put this pursuit of good grades into the forefront: when we pursue it with all we have because we believe it's what God would have us do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess to me, I have found my studying to be important, but I also find my friends to be more important. Yes, there are healthy boundaries... But is it better to have lost all friendships while you were in pursuit of your degree and then pick them all back up again? (when let's face it, you're going to be burnt out and picking up the pieces of a chaotic last 2-4 years.) Or is it better to schedule a little time to catch up and take a breather. I don't know. I have been thinking about this a lot lately though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I constantly wonder where my priorities lie and what makes them sit where they do... I do agree we are a product in some senses, of our past... But eventually we have to make choices for our futures and decide what's best to invest in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-1770650664951934774?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/1770650664951934774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=1770650664951934774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1770650664951934774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1770650664951934774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-is-important.html' title='What is important?'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-8641767889413443363</id><published>2011-10-21T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:47:29.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately I have been thinking... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't think it's a good idea to think because it lands me into a world of trouble. I have wondered why we are such relational beings... There is a quote that says: "Tis better to have loved and lost / Than never to have loved at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, interestingly, I don't believe the guy who stated this meant in all scenarios this is truly the case. There are some sincerely unhealthy cases of love, where I question: was it better to have loved than to never have loved at all? I look at the bulldozer sized destruction those situations have caused in my life and I wonder: was it better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I would have to say no. I would have been better off with no love at all. My heart must be cold and calloused for I would go to the extreme and say I would rather have never opened my heart to it at all. Hm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question today is: is it better to love, and lose or to be picky... And skeptical and maybe not love often, or nearly as much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-8641767889413443363?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/8641767889413443363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=8641767889413443363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8641767889413443363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8641767889413443363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/10/lately-i-have-been-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-234057384773185133</id><published>2011-10-20T21:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:44:00.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. &lt;br /&gt;Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren’t pretty, or smart, or young. &lt;br /&gt;They’re still princesses. All of us. Didn’t your father ever tell you that? Didn’t he? “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Crewe, A Little Princess (1995)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-234057384773185133?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/234057384773185133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=234057384773185133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/234057384773185133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/234057384773185133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-princess.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-8243504859849003646</id><published>2011-10-16T20:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:53:10.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8uHlmpwiTE4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is great! Ahhh makes me want to fall in love &lt;3. :) I love JJ Heller's voice regardless. So great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-8243504859849003646?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/8243504859849003646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=8243504859849003646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8243504859849003646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8243504859849003646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-song-is-great-ahhh-makes-me-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8uHlmpwiTE4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-1709877908353845890</id><published>2011-10-15T08:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T08:05:59.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"Eric Liddell: You came to see a race today. To see someone win. It happened to be me. But I want you to do more than just watch a race. I want you to take part in it. I want to compare faith to running in a race. It's hard. It requires concentration of will, energy of soul. You experience elation when the winner breaks the tape - especially if you've got a bet on it. But how long does that last? You go home. Maybe you're dinner's burnt. Maybe you haven't got a job. So who am I to say, Believe, have faith, in the face of life's realities? I would like to give you something more permanent, but I can only point the way. I have no formula for winning the race. Everyone runs in her own way, or his own way. And where does the power come from, to see the race to its end? From within. Jesus said, Behold, the Kingdom of God is within you. If with all your hearts, you truly seek me, you shall ever surely find me. If you commit yourself to the love of Christ, then that is how you run a straight race."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Chariots of Fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only thought this was appropriate... Since today is RACE DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-1709877908353845890?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/1709877908353845890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=1709877908353845890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1709877908353845890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1709877908353845890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/10/eric-liddell-you-came-to-see-race-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-2264719831099726291</id><published>2011-10-13T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:21:00.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Love means never giving up seeing the best in eachother" - Anonymous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-2264719831099726291?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/2264719831099726291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=2264719831099726291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/2264719831099726291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/2264719831099726291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-means-never-giving-up-seeing-best.html' title='&quot;Love means never giving up seeing the best in eachother&quot; - Anonymous'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-1820540260953227258</id><published>2011-10-12T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T21:40:42.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Running for me is therapy. I love the feeling of going out and pushing myself. I don't know why... I just do. I love to run. And well, a few weekends ago I got to watch a marathon in my hometown... What an &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; opportunity. Seriously if you ever get the opportunity: go watch a marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the marathon, I got to talk to a few different runners and I heard their stories... Running symbolizes something different for everyone. And that's what is incredible I think... But at the same time: we all have been given this gift and this drive, to go out and give it our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of my runs a few weeks ago, I saw a man that had lost his legs on my run... He was climbing into the back of his car and crawling through. I may not know what it's like to be missing legs, but I know the feeling of being confined to the wheelchair. The constant struggle and battle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me what a blessing it is that I am able to run today. I am so thankful for my work-out's and getting up each day to run. This weekend I will be racing for our local Christian radio station Family Life Network, this radio station has been such a blessing to me.. I am so happy I get to represent such a great cause this weekend and run with the blessing that God has given me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-1820540260953227258?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/1820540260953227258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=1820540260953227258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1820540260953227258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1820540260953227258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/10/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-8228463811330499448</id><published>2011-10-12T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:05:54.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;As I sat on the bus for a fundraiser, we began watching a movie... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just any movie, a movie full of sexual innuendos and what most would call &lt;em&gt;inappropriate &lt;/em&gt;for any kids. The question that popped into my mind as the president of this organization was: do we pull this movie from the TV? Do we just apologize for the inappropriate scenes and hope that no one was &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; offended? &lt;br /&gt;What is our role as Christians to stand up and be different? In Romans it says: Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will. (Romans 12:2). Would this small moment be considered how we conformed to the typical social mores of society instead of putting off our old self? I don't know. But it definitely has made me think... How will people know that I am a Christian if I don't stand up for the things that present others pure to Christ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-8228463811330499448?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/8228463811330499448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=8228463811330499448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8228463811330499448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8228463811330499448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/10/tough-decisions.html' title='Tough Decisions'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-7125077546487809135</id><published>2011-09-22T19:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T19:13:33.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>• Next to physical survival, the greatest need of a human being is psychological survival--to be understood, to be affirmed, to be validated, to be appreciated. Seek first to understand, then to be understood. - Stephen Covey &amp; St. Francis of Assisi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-7125077546487809135?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/7125077546487809135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=7125077546487809135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7125077546487809135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7125077546487809135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/09/next-to-physical-survival-greatest-need.html' title='• Next to physical survival, the greatest need of a human being is psychological survival--to be understood, to be affirmed, to be validated, to be appreciated. Seek first to understand, then to be understood. - Stephen Covey &amp; St. Francis of Assisi'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-1468361107302860925</id><published>2011-09-21T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T12:06:00.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Hdi1drzYvew" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-1468361107302860925?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/1468361107302860925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=1468361107302860925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1468361107302860925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1468361107302860925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Hdi1drzYvew/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-8363043497889034586</id><published>2011-09-20T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:36:00.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Sorry, this was supposed to be posted a few nights ago... Oh well! Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;Each morning I wake up... And I enter the day with an expectation that this day will be better than the last. I enter it knowing God is there waking up with me and by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days this same feeling follows me throughout the day. There it is, by my side holding me up. However, some days this feeling sweeps out from under me and I get caught up in things. And slowly, my good day becomes something that I can barely handle. Today was one of those blindsiding days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried so hard I shook, every little stress had piled up and I was a mess... There was no smile to be had and I cried to the Lord. I was in the midst of the storm. And it felt as though Jesus was in the belly of my ship sleeping as I panicked in fear. I screamed to God over the roar of my cries... But it didn't seem to be enough. I couldn't get past it. I was a mess. My whole body shook. No peace just pain. I began to wonder about my life... Is it worth it? What have I done that has helped or honored God? How can God use this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to realize: I was buying into &lt;em&gt;lies. &lt;/em&gt;Lies about my life and about the things surrounding me. I have to counter them. I can't keep buying into the cheap imitation brand of faith: when the real deal is right before me. I have to name it and decide not to let it claim my heart... This is so hard. It's so hard to get the gumption to get off the couch or to reach out for help. And then it's even &lt;em&gt;harder&lt;/em&gt; when your help seems to fade away and no one answers their phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when we think about it: if we truly look at scripture we know that as Christians we have asked Jesus to come into our hearts and the holy spirit dwells within us. So therefore, the illustration of the ship can be quite true to our lives... We can awake Jesus from our hearts and tell him we need him to speak to the storms within our lives. And that's so cool to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not strong enough... I am not saved by my good deeds. But&amp;nbsp;I know a God that &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt;. And that's what &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; good enough. He is more than enough. And tonight and &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; I will bank my trust in that. However, that does not discredit the scary storms and the emotions and pain of feeling &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lIRk5bebycI" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this video from my friend &lt;a href="http://michelle-lifeinablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shorty's&lt;/a&gt; blog. It seemed like it fit for me tonight too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-8363043497889034586?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/8363043497889034586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=8363043497889034586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8363043497889034586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8363043497889034586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-not.html' title='I am not.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lIRk5bebycI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-4105823314151837633</id><published>2011-09-18T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T21:07:55.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uvgILBGcavQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-4105823314151837633?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/4105823314151837633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=4105823314151837633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4105823314151837633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4105823314151837633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_6277.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uvgILBGcavQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-6429462863925158342</id><published>2011-08-28T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:01:54.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This was the beginning of a post before I went to church today... The beginning of complaining about things going &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; and how hard and tough things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is now a post of great joy and peace. Because I serve a God that is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much bigger than the temporary things of this world. And I know that He will always ring truth into my life. There is nothing so bad that God can't heal, redeem, or work through. God is that powerful. All we have to do is seek Him... And it really is that &lt;strong&gt;simple&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know, but it is pretty crazy to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is faithful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-6429462863925158342?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/6429462863925158342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=6429462863925158342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/6429462863925158342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/6429462863925158342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/08/tough.html' title='Tough.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-5772517319854236066</id><published>2011-08-25T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T15:19:50.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"I want first of all... to be at peace with myself. I want a singleness of eye, a purity of intention, a central core to to my life that will enable me to carry out these obligations and activities as well as I can. I want, in fact- to borrow from the language of the saints- to live "in grace" as much of the time as possible. I am not using this term in a strictly theological sense. By grace I mean an inner harmony, essentially spiritual, which can be translated into outward harmony. I am seeking perhaps what Socrates asked for in the prayer from the Paedrus when he said,&amp;nbsp; "May the outward and inward man be one." I would like to achieve a state of inner spiritual grace from which I could function and give as I was meant to in the eye of God." - Anne Morrow Lindbergh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-5772517319854236066?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/5772517319854236066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=5772517319854236066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/5772517319854236066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/5772517319854236066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-want-first-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-6624092229125062303</id><published>2011-08-24T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:20:31.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaiting validation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_pnwbus="171"&gt;A few years ago, I found tears hitting against my keyboard as I wrote &lt;a href="http://prayingforlymies.blogspot.com/2009/03/emergent-prayer-for-victoria.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my tears fall for different reasons... However, as I read the comments from women on that very post. I find a universal longing within the women both grown and still teenagers. We await a validation. We sit remembering days of heart break and heart ache. Boys who have told us no, or have not noticed us at all... And absence of men within our lives. A father, uncle, step-father, grandfather.... A man that has said hurtful things into our hearts that leave scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look to others in this constant battle to see our worth, our beauty. We fill our hearts with chick flicks, and romance novels. Trying to understand what it feels like to be &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish I could tell the seventeen year old me to hold on to that moment and to try to see God's precious blessing. Oh how I wish that I could allow God to hold my heart tenderly and totally surrender... Yet it seems God is constantly fighting for my heart. And it seems as though it's a universal ache we have in our hearts. The fragile state of my heart the tender wounds that have been left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back over the years, and I am amazed... I wonder: how did I make it until now? And I continue to remember how very &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_pnwbus="219" style="font-size: small;"&gt; I am. Yet how infinite God's love is... And I know He will validate my heart no matter what... And&amp;nbsp;He will heal the wounds and scars that are left broken and pouring out of my broken heart. God has this under control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-6624092229125062303?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/6624092229125062303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=6624092229125062303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/6624092229125062303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/6624092229125062303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/08/awaiting-validation.html' title='Awaiting validation'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-7937708893432554022</id><published>2011-08-22T11:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T11:44:34.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A veil of anxiety</title><content type='html'>Lately it seems like all I hear about is the beauty I have or how we are the beautiful brides of Christ. I read the book "Do you Think I am Beautiful?" and it depicts this striking picture of the confidence of a bride when she walks into the room. The breathtaking picture of a woman walking in with her white gown and in all the glory. People tear up just at the sight of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the last few days I have really started to realize there is something blocking me from God. Much like there is something blocking the people at the wedding from seeing the bride in her full beauty. The bride has this veil over her face... You can see through it, but it's blocking the pristine clarity you once had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this has been anxiety. I have been realizing that it has taken captivity over my life and I can't even see past some situations due to the fear of being wrong or failing. I can barely handle the attack it has over me and the moment the anxiety comes it seems as though my whole life stops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got thinking about this today: and I thought about how the bride is known as the most beautiful woman in the room. But there is something clearly blocking her view to the outside world... And as I look at scripture, I see that God has an incredible love for His people. As a matter a fact, in 1 John 4:18 it says: There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I continue to battle out this moment, standing in awe of the God I love so much... But awaiting his hands as he lifts the veil from my face and removes the barrier of anxiety. This constant fear and confusion that block my view of what He really is... A moment to step back and realize that I am in love with my creator and His love is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now it feels like I can only take peaks out from under my veil before it falls back over my face again. And for me anyway, it always feels like there is something that we struggle with: that keeps us just on the edge of being able to grasp the God we love. And that's the essence of it: no matter what He will always be too big to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was driving home from a friend's house and I was in a bitter mood. And this song came on the radio: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJ_XEt1QpYg and it was really cool. It was like God came and melted away my bitterness. He knows I listen when I hear a song... And through that my bitterness started dissolving like snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see Him Someday he'll call her and she will come running and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and she'll pray, I want to fall in love with you." What an incredible picture... If you're a woman or a man, just imagine that moment: running and finally knowing that perfect love without any doubt or barrier. No veils of this world and no fears to hold us back. Satan's grasp totally lost from you, just allowing God to sweep you up. For me, that is a crazy picture to imagine... But deep in my heart I know it to be true and I can rest in the fact the day is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-7937708893432554022?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/7937708893432554022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=7937708893432554022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7937708893432554022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7937708893432554022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/08/veil-of-anxiety.html' title='A veil of anxiety'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-7835192451256287994</id><published>2011-08-05T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T18:36:02.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is great... How can we remain still when we have stuff like this at our disposal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MiAh3lYo6k4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-7835192451256287994?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/7835192451256287994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=7835192451256287994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7835192451256287994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7835192451256287994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-great-how-can-we-remain-still.html' title='This is great... How can we remain still when we have stuff like this at our disposal?'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MiAh3lYo6k4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-4416653954357142094</id><published>2011-08-04T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T16:51:22.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing From the Rooftops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_astzka="168"&gt;Around two months ago now... I made the decision to take a semester off from my college career. Some things had happened that I really needed to deal with and I didn't think it would be wise to just put them off to deal with when I graduated in two short semesters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It soon became one of the biggest leaps of faith I think I have ever taken... As soon as I started telling people my plans it was as though I had let down every person I told. Some supported me... Others looked at me like I was totally nuts. I told them I was planning on working at my old job... Taking a few classes at the community college and just hoping for the best. Little did I know, I would not be called for hours at a job I could easily get 60 hours a week at last summer... And&amp;nbsp;soon I would feel incredibly scared about where I was going to get money to pay my bills with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to wait on God and just kept telling everyone God will provide! Slowly, it was getting harder to say: God will provide! The end of the month closed in and I had no money for rent and I was scared to death...&amp;nbsp;As friends continued to badger me about what I was doing with my life and how I was going to make ends meet... My smile had faded... But the promise remained... I continued to trust God would provide in some unseen way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to work one long weekend... This was the first time I had worked since before January, and let me tell you: &lt;strong&gt;God provided. &lt;/strong&gt;He totally has wow-ed me and I was beyond blessed... He left me singing praise to Him and I believe it was no coincidence. During the time I was not working, I was totally devoted to Him and constantly praying about everything that had gone in the worlds eyes: &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so &lt;em&gt;confused&lt;/em&gt; and it's as though today God whispered in my heart: I haven't left you... I still love you, and just continue to rely on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to close with a thanks to God because He is faithful... And it's not about me at all... It's all about &lt;em&gt;Him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-4416653954357142094?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/4416653954357142094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=4416653954357142094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4416653954357142094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4416653954357142094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/08/singing-from-rooftops.html' title='Singing From the Rooftops'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-7563933670007011758</id><published>2011-07-26T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:11:09.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Texting: A Hate Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So in the midst of probably one of the craziest transitions of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had someone kick my phone and the keyboard popped out. From that point on, my phone had been changed forever. The keys didn't work well and it was nearly impossible to text or call anyone on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month of switching around phones, I got a new phone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all jazzy and new with a slide keyboard and a totally different set-up. Since I don't really like the fancier phones... You would &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; this would be the &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt; phone. The honeymoon phase didn't last long... As a matter of a fact: it lasted a few &lt;em&gt;days&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I was trying to communicate to tell people where I was and such in a trip out of state. My communication was handicapped quite a bit. However, I thought things would get better. Once the phone and I got acquainted better. Well,&amp;nbsp;then one friend only has texting on their phone... So I was having quite a serious conversation with her one night: and poof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_kcm6kq="172"&gt;Add a third party... The phone had started doing this mystery freeze thing where it would freeze and then send the message to the last person I had texted instead of the person I was currently texting. I had a mini break down... Luckily it wasn't too bad and things got cleared up quickly. However, as the days went on, it was as though my phone was cheating on me. He continued to text incorrect people, even &lt;em&gt;called &lt;/em&gt;the wrong people. I was thinking that we might need a separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after a strong worded text to someone who got me quite angry... I didn't get a text back from the person. So &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt; I showed &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, come to find out, I didn't show &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; I showed another him. Someone who has been nothing but nice to me... Needless to say, I am ready for a &lt;strong&gt;divorce&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mother tonight telling her of my dilemma and she had a simple solution: I am always saying, I &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; texting... Well, needless to say: she offered getting rid of texting! After some thought, I feel as though technology continues to push people further and further away from each other instead of closer and closer. With more and more technology and ways to communicate: it seems like we should be a society that is extremely close knit. &lt;em&gt;Wrong&lt;/em&gt;. It is awful! I feel like I have become more distant from close friends, and then things like this happen and let's just say: it isn't a quick fix trying to explain to people why got a mean text. Which also says something about my character I suppose too: I was just reading in my bible study tonight about being &lt;em&gt;slow&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;anger&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this happen to anyone else? Am&amp;nbsp;I the only technologically disadvantaged person? Would I lose total cool points in ditching texting after already ditching facebook as well? And hm: after further investigation: maybe losing texting isn't that bad after all... I mean spell check doesn't even recognize it as a word!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-7563933670007011758?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/7563933670007011758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=7563933670007011758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7563933670007011758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7563933670007011758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/07/texting-hate-story.html' title='Texting: A Hate Story'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-1760789106332264923</id><published>2011-07-14T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T15:59:06.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspire.</title><content type='html'>Okay so around a year ago I was introduced to &lt;a href="http://comeandlive.com/"&gt;Come&amp;amp;Live!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and I thought it was pretty cool. Visited their website a few times and that was it. Then last night a friend of mine came over and told me about &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id= 22012348"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;video. He told me it was aprox. 30 minutes and totally incredible. So... I began watching it and within the first five minutes I was totally drawn in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really had our generation and society as a whole on my heart lately... I am beginning to wonder and think: how can we as a generation and a society really &lt;em&gt;transform&lt;/em&gt;* how we live our faith out on a daily basis. I recently read an article about how the gospel and conversion to Christianity isn't always effective. Or lives that aren't truly transforrmed. However, after watching this video I began to wonder: if someone who had never seen God or really known him as their personal savior... Had their first encounter with God seeing God in total action. Don't you think that would totally change their life? And maybe, just maybe be a deeper effect than just a quick prayer? No doubt that people who pray prayers of salvation aren't transformed... But I am beginning to think more and more that our society has gotten church all wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading the gospels lately and I constantly think about Jesus' ministry and then I wonder: is that truly what &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;are doing? Going out and healing the sick? Feeding the poor? Loving our neighbors as ourselves? Just thinking and wondering &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; God can use me in even a small way to touch the big world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1trans·form verb \tran(t)s-ˈfȯrm\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition of TRANSFORM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transitive verb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1a : to change in composition or structure b : to change the outward form or appearance of c : to change in character or condition : convert &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: to subject to mathematical transformation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: to cause (a cell) to undergo genetic transformation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intransitive verb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: to become transformed : change &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— trans·form·able \-ˈfȯr-mə-bəl\ adjective &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— trans·for·ma·tive \-ˈfȯr-mə-tiv\ adjective&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-1760789106332264923?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/1760789106332264923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=1760789106332264923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1760789106332264923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1760789106332264923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/07/inspire.html' title='Inspire.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-5590897918339369572</id><published>2011-07-12T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T00:15:20.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty</title><content type='html'>I am reading the book Through Painted Deserts by: Donald Miller... And I came across this excerpt which is now a quote: a little background the two guys (Don and his friend Paul) are on a road trip and Don asked his friend Paul what he was looking for in a woman: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'I guess I'm looking for what any guy is looking for. I want a companion, you know. Just someone to share life with. I want her to be my biggest fan and I want to be her biggest fan too. I want us to raise kids in a home where they know their parents are in love with each other and with them. I guess that's all I want.' Realizing he had taken the question seriously, I offer a patient comment, just above a whisper, loud enough to know he can hear me. "That sounds like a pretty good want."&lt;br /&gt;"It ain't bad," he says. "It isn't too much, you know. I don't want the perfect girl, really. You figure every girl is beautiful, you know. It's our arrogance that makes us think one is better than the other."&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. I was just thinking about girls the other day and wondering, you know, why some girls just get ignored and others get worshipped, and I really got this feeling in my chest like all of that wasn't true. Can't be true. Doesn't make sense. Like maybe if you can't love a girl who isn't all perfect, then you can't really love a girl who is. Not for real. Not unconditionally." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was interesting. I recently went to dinner with a dear friend of mine, &lt;a href="http://johnnynjune.blogspot.com/"&gt;June&lt;/a&gt;, and one thing about June is that she speaks life into me. Every time I go out with her, or any encounter I have with her: she encourages me. She has stood behind me when some very dark things have come over my life. And she has whispered words of encouragement when everyone around me is doubting my sanity. And as we chatted, she once again spoke truth and life. She gave me permission not to date for awhile... And it's funny because right after she said that: I had a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now going back to this quote from the book... It's interesting because it seems as though constantly there is this double standard for women that they must be perfect. People will turn around and say how some women are beautiful or turn their heads for a second glance... While other women walk through life never turning heads, or being noticed at all. I thought it was interesting what Paul said, that it's our &lt;em&gt;arrogance &lt;/em&gt;that one woman is better than another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. It is not all that often that we may say that we are arrogant. However, does it not say in the bible that we are all crafted in God's likeness? I think this happens to me a lot... I see beauty all around me and see the flowers and the trees the hills and the clouds. And think: wow God, today you sure out did yourself! I mean yesterday, I thought the sky was beautiful... But today God, wow. Look at that! And so the story goes... Each day I find new things to be amazed at. But then when I look in the mirror, I think hm: God, why do I have that zit? Or you messed up here... Look at how my curls are falling today God... Why can't you make each one equally curled and perfect? Maybe then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as I was looking into the mirror and thinking about everything... I thought these same thoughts... Maybe then... And it was like God was deep inside me saying, maybe then what? What will happen when your zits are gone? Or your curls fall perfectly? And I don't know that I have the answer to that question. Would I notice? Or would I find a new problem? Do others notice? And does it really matter? Are we truly so arrogant that we have forgotten that we are each handcrafted? I don't know. But as I thought about it... I started to wonder... If each day I found the really good things about myself and put them in a jar. If slowly, I would find there are many more good things than flaws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My encouragement today for my friends out there: is to look in the mirror and smile... You are beautiful/handsome, and you have a special purpose on this earth. So you have every reason to smile&amp;nbsp;(and it's proven everyone looks better smiling)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-5590897918339369572?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/5590897918339369572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=5590897918339369572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/5590897918339369572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/5590897918339369572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/07/beauty.html' title='beauty'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-495809384076300483</id><published>2011-06-22T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T17:32:10.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The last few days I have posted a lot of songs on here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow further in my life and my walk with God, music seems to be something that fills my life with a profound amount of truth. We can walk into a church service and sing songs and through those songs if we really contemplated the lyrics we might be surprised at what we were singing. I mean we sing of shrouds, and all of these other things and sometimes I wonder: do we even know the &lt;em&gt;meaning&lt;/em&gt; of the words we are singing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile you might hear a word in conversation and go wait, what? Or you might question the authority. However, I find it interesting, that in church we so often sit and speak these profound truths and sing of healings and being on fire for the Lord. However, then once we step out of our seats Sunday morning, our lives go back into the same sequence and we go back into living into motion. Do I have the ingredients for dinner tonight? Did I talk to this person? I have to make sure I connect with so and so before they leave today, and oh! I should ask if they want to meet later this week for dinner... The list goes on and on as we plan. And sometimes, God forbid, we are even going through our check lists &lt;em&gt;during&lt;/em&gt; worship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentally, we're checking out: we say we're prone to wander, and Lord take our spirits with our lips... And in our hearts we're getting further and further from the Lord and our faith. Then when we hear convicting sermons or people talking about getting a church like the one in Acts, we wonder why our society isn't more like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so used to zapping things in the microwave, getting things done so &lt;em&gt;quickly&lt;/em&gt; and at our &lt;em&gt;convience... &lt;/em&gt;That we have totally lost the concept of putting in the time for our faith. I have found that a lot of the scripture I have memorized has been through song that I sing within church and then go and look up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be incredible to see a church that sang about what they were doing after service, and throughout the week? Wouldn't it be &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt; to see the Lord every Sunday? May we really be convicted by the lyrics we read and when we don't know the meanings behind the words: why not look them up? Or research them out? I recently read an inspiring article about not knowing the meanings of words &lt;a href="http://www.relevantmagazine.com/god/deeper-walk/blog/25639-a-new-lesson-from-an-old-hymn"&gt;here&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/4106914367652658774-495809384076300483?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/495809384076300483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=495809384076300483&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/495809384076300483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/495809384076300483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/06/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-4611460841966352207</id><published>2011-06-22T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T11:50:26.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Mb8IpU7asRA?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-4611460841966352207?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/4611460841966352207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=4611460841966352207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4611460841966352207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4611460841966352207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Mb8IpU7asRA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-8920450599199585866</id><published>2011-06-21T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T09:55:53.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inheritance</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wmzuPLBot5Q?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-8920450599199585866?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wmzuPLBot5Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-6630584798952010130</id><published>2011-06-20T09:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T09:23:06.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-6630584798952010130?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/6630584798952010130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=6630584798952010130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/6630584798952010130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/6630584798952010130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/06/because-of-lords-great-love-we-are-not.html' title='Because of the Lord&apos;s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-6307122836457965506</id><published>2011-06-19T11:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T11:26:42.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe" (Psalm 61:1-3).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-6307122836457965506?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/6307122836457965506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=6307122836457965506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/6307122836457965506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/6307122836457965506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/06/hear-my-cry-o-god-listen-to-my-prayer.html' title='&quot;Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe&quot; (Psalm 61:1-3).'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-8297556466899995504</id><published>2011-06-18T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T00:04:30.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the story of a girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;One of my friends told me tonight that &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJypxHAPdFk"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; song reminded them of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of like, uhh... thanks? Then they explained how my smile is beautiful yadda yadda but lately all they have seen and heard are tears. Hm. I got thinking about this and those I guess are pretty true statements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. A lot about blogging and other things. I can't be totally honest on my blog any more due to some twists and turns that my life has taken. I have thought about closing my blog and making it private. Then I could monitor who reads and who doesn't read... For now, I am using the vague approach because it seems to be working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, about a&amp;nbsp;month ago my life that had really taken some turns for the best case scenario took a turn for the worst. And since then, I have been left picking up pieces. From that time, I have had some very cruddy things happen. But I have also found that there are still some very incredible things happening in my life. And I think that it has been incredible to see those beautiful things happen in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to realize the importance of friendship and really radically loving people. I am starting to get a glimpse at feelings I never thought I would understand... And you know, I guess for me it has been a good experience. In conclusion, I just wanted to remind myself really: no matter how much I cry, or you cry, we still are blessed. And ultimately: it's totally &lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt; to cry. It's actually &lt;strong&gt;normal&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-8297556466899995504?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/8297556466899995504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=8297556466899995504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8297556466899995504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8297556466899995504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-story-of-girl.html' title='This is the story of a girl...'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-3612480587705561602</id><published>2011-06-14T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:46:53.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Lately, my life has been full of noise. Full of chaos. It has been out of control in fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a horrible period of time and I could not even sleep at night. Life had lost it's meaning and I was certain my faith was a hoax. I was so filled with bitterness and frustration. I constantly was praying prayers to God, I hate this life, I hate this world, and because of all of this: I need more time before I am quiet before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not set quiet time aside, and even when rooms were completely silent, my mind was going a mile a minute. I just could not settle down, I could not relax... I was swirling around and around. A week went by and I felt I was losing more control. Then another week passed... Though my outside expressions became more controlled, my inward feelings were deep and dark. I was in pain. I was also very good at hiding my pain and hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, I moved away, I got away from &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; and I was forced to face myself. There weren't any distractions. And while I was sitting on facebook of all places... I got the feeling deep in my heart: "you can't run and hide &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That shook me. Wait? Am I hiding? I just thought I was... well, uh... &lt;strong&gt;busy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was by no mistake that I had just heard a sermon on slowing down our busy lives and really taking the time to seek out opportunities to love deeply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forwarding to tonight. Things started getting better, and I was really feeling stronger. I realized the importance for me to read scripture and to spend time actually trying to digest what God was doing in my life. It seemed a little crazy though! It seemed &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;crazy that God could make &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; out of something&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; bad... Yet, I have been amazed to see that when I quit analyzing, and thinking about all the bad... Clarity comes and I see the &lt;em&gt;very good&lt;/em&gt; works that are happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that I have been encouraged so much and I am extremely blessed. Tonight this scripture has really lifted me up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Their Gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rejoiced greatly in the Lord that at last you renewed your concern for me. Indeed, you were concerned, but you had no opportunity to show it. I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it was good of you to share in my troubles. Moreover, as you Philippians know, in the early days of your acquaintance with the gospel, when I set out from Macedonia, not one church shared with me in the matter of giving and receiving, except you only; 16 for even when I was in Thessalonica, you sent me aid more than once when I was in need. Not that I desire your gifts; what I desire is that more be credited to your account. I have received full payment and have more than enough. I am amply supplied, now that I have received from Epaphroditus the gifts you sent. They are a fragrant offering, an acceptable sacrifice, pleasing to God. And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;To our God and Father be glory for ever and ever. Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4: 4-20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-3612480587705561602?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/3612480587705561602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=3612480587705561602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3612480587705561602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3612480587705561602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/06/chaos.html' title='Chaos'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-568065242148256194</id><published>2011-04-29T02:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T02:32:37.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 2:30 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So I decided to write a blog post. You might be wondering why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I wanted to write this blog post as a reminder once I am out of college that this is the kind of stuff I will NEVER miss about college. I will &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; miss getting up super early and trying to get everything done the night before. I will &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; miss cramming all of my knowledge onto papers at the end of the semester. I will not miss presentations that take forever to make and re-recording things so that they look better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what I realized is I will really miss these things. Tonight, even though I am extremely exhausted... I had fun talking with friends. Hanging out with girls and laughing about stupid stuff because we were so &lt;em&gt;tired&lt;/em&gt;. I really do love college and I love the people I am with. If you had asked me this at the end of last semester I would not have agreed. However, I am glad I got to make silly videos and I hope the presentation is awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all: I hope I get up for my 8:00 AM class. Off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I have no spelling errors even at 2:30... That's impressive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-568065242148256194?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/568065242148256194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=568065242148256194&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/568065242148256194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/568065242148256194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-230-am.html' title='It&apos;s 2:30 AM'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-3412888865453519564</id><published>2011-04-20T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T09:52:49.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Fit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This past year I have felt off so to speak... It has been hard for me to connect with others and I have really felt as though I didn't have any friends. From the outside people might have looked at me and said I had many friends, however, the true friends that result in self disclosure... It felt like there were none. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed that God would send someone, send &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; to be my friend. Well, this past weekend I went to Spring Formal... And it finally felt like I fit. I went as a group date with a bunch of girls and we just went to have fun. At first it was a little awkward and we didn't know how it would turn out... However, once the dancing got started. I danced for four hours straight! We barely ever stopped. It was so awesome! My friend Lauren really made me feel like I belonged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From running together just about every day and just hanging out... I have finally found a friend. It might sound totally ridiculous but this was the first time in awhile that&amp;nbsp;I just had fun and felt like&amp;nbsp;I belonged. It was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-3412888865453519564?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/3412888865453519564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=3412888865453519564&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3412888865453519564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3412888865453519564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/04/finally-fit.html' title='Finally Fit'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-431127417978184214</id><published>2011-04-18T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T19:38:21.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thump... thump... thump...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I was reading a post by a friend of mine and it reminded me of the thumping of my feet as they hit the ground while I run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about the rhythm that your body creates as you run that is truly incredible... Since today was the Boston Marathon, I felt it was only appropriate to post about running. How free-ing it feels the combination of birds and cars zooming past. Feeling motivated to gracefully place each foot in front of the other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible. Peaceful. Amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-431127417978184214?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/431127417978184214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=431127417978184214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/431127417978184214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/431127417978184214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/04/thump-thump-thump.html' title='thump... thump... thump...'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-5041506123090633751</id><published>2011-04-13T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:24:38.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;A perplexing thought came over my mind today and I really felt I must share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today like many days in Rochester, was downcast and wet. For some they shared the laments that if it is not snowing, it is raining. I may agree with them to some extent, however, I have looked out my window to see beautiful green grass and I realize that without the rain I would not be seeing the beauty of green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, that's besides the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking to my dreadful 8:00 AM class, I saw worms scattered about the parking lot. Now, historically, I have felt very bad for the worms and I will pick them up and toss them into the grass. However, today I just was looking at them. Then I got thinking about them: I wondered... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pick up the worms and toss them into the grass, is that killing them sooner because the water table is so high in the grass? Then I wondered is it worse to get crushed by someones shoe who doesn't see you... Get eaten by a bird. Get ran over by a car. Or to get dried up by the sun if it ever comes back out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? If YOU were a worm, what way would you rather die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-5041506123090633751?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/5041506123090633751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=5041506123090633751&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/5041506123090633751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/5041506123090633751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/04/worms.html' title='Worms'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-2322837879359325361</id><published>2011-04-09T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T09:18:21.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Christ has no body but yours,&lt;br /&gt;No hands, no feet on earth but yours, &lt;br /&gt;Yours are the eyes with which He looks &lt;br /&gt;Compassion on this world, &lt;br /&gt;Yours are the feet with which &lt;br /&gt;He walks to do good,&lt;br /&gt;Yours are the hands, &lt;br /&gt;with which He blesses all the world.&lt;br /&gt;Yours are the hands, yours are the feet,&lt;br /&gt;Yours are the eyes, you are His body.&lt;br /&gt;Christ has no body now but yours, &lt;br /&gt;No hands, no feet on earth but yours, &lt;br /&gt;Yours are the eyes with which He looks&lt;br /&gt;compassion on this world.&lt;br /&gt;Christ has no body now on earth but yours.&lt;br /&gt;- St Theresa of Avila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-2322837879359325361?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/2322837879359325361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=2322837879359325361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/2322837879359325361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/2322837879359325361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/04/christ-has-no-body-but-yours-no-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-8301842471527075363</id><published>2011-04-06T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T12:54:55.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For all the perspective students...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;As some of my friends and I have talked... We have discussed our desires for perspective students. One of the biggest ones is that we wish people who visit our school could grasp how &lt;em&gt;truly &lt;/em&gt;amazing the staff at our dining commons are... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now granted, I rarely dine there and prefer to make my food in my room. However, there is a special Garlock worker that has stole my heart. She always has a smile on when I see her and she even gives me newspaper clippings that made her think of me. Some of these clippings include fashion presentations at the local museums and other hot local attractions. Which is very fun and so very kind of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting, though the school's food might not be fighting for top in the country... It definitely has top notch staff that have great stories and incredibly interesting pasts. It has been such a blessing to be at a school where I can get to know the dining commons workers so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to perspective students: don't take our interesting array of workers in our dining commons at face value, they are so awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-8301842471527075363?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/8301842471527075363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=8301842471527075363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8301842471527075363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8301842471527075363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-all-perspective-students.html' title='For all the perspective students...'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-2389049139111844906</id><published>2011-04-04T10:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T10:14:40.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I will extol the LORD at all times;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his praise will always be on my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will glory in the LORD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let the afflicted hear and rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorify the LORD with me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us exalt his name together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sought the LORD, and he answered me&lt;br /&gt;he delivered me from all my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who look to him are radiant;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their faces are never covered with shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poor man called, and the LORD heard him;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he saved him out of all his troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he delivers them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste and see that the LORD is good;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessed is the one who takes refuge in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 34:1 - 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-2389049139111844906?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/2389049139111844906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=2389049139111844906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/2389049139111844906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/2389049139111844906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-will-extol-lord-at-all-times-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-2988403860641000917</id><published>2011-03-28T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T16:41:19.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Stand against Injustice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Last night I went to A Night to Honor Israel. We learned about modern day Anti-Semitism and our role as Christians. I got extremely pumped up and really compelled to think about the modern day injustice that is happening all around us. For the next week, every day I am going to highlight an injustice that is going on and how we can help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wanted to talk about the AIDS epidemic. We think about the cost of $4&amp;nbsp;prescriptions that we have. Most of those prescriptions will last us two weeks and cure infection. We go to the drug&amp;nbsp;store and have easy access to the drugs we need for the most part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know for &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;40 cents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a day we can help people with their fight against a life saving agent? What can &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; do with 40 cents? I saw &lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/responsibility/community/starbucks-red"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;video and it made me think. A piece of gum, a party blower, a hat... Or a person's life? The reality is there is a silent&amp;nbsp;epidemic sweeping the nations&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;country's like Africa.&amp;nbsp;There is a loss of a whole generation that is no longer living&amp;nbsp;due to the HIV/AIDS virus. And it makes me wonder... What are we doing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not asking that you travel to Africa and bind up the broken wounds of our brothers and sisters. But I am asking you to search your heart... And commit to take a stand. Do not just sit around, commit to do &lt;strong&gt;something&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4106914367652658774-2988403860641000917?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/2988403860641000917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=2988403860641000917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/2988403860641000917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/2988403860641000917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/take-stand-against-injustice.html' title='Take A Stand against Injustice'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-6349541023052155957</id><published>2011-03-23T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:43:19.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Friday at 5:00...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The voting will end...The votes will be counted and a winner will be named. I am hoping that Jude and Julianne will be in the #1 victory seat on this day. &lt;strong&gt;You &lt;/strong&gt;can make this happen by voting &lt;a href="http://libertytravel.strutta.com/entry/100372"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And posting this link to &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; blog. This couple is from my college and our whole school has been backing them in this contest. It would be incredible and mean&amp;nbsp;a lot if you helped bring them up to the number one spot. I voted, it takes like 10 seconds! And your vote means &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; it has been a neck in neck race. So take a few minutes and vote and send this out to others as well! If you facebook, put it as a status. Do something, they will be forever grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;VOTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-6349541023052155957?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/6349541023052155957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=6349541023052155957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/6349541023052155957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/6349541023052155957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-friday-at-500.html' title='On Friday at 5:00...'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-2098109881517351057</id><published>2011-03-21T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T13:04:40.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rita's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZJjl9dnM6Rg/TYeDaXjfZsI/AAAAAAAAAYU/p4RUnGT3F2I/s1600/CIMG4032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZJjl9dnM6Rg/TYeDaXjfZsI/AAAAAAAAAYU/p4RUnGT3F2I/s320/CIMG4032.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you ever had Rita's? If not, you're totally missing out. The photo above is from the Washington DC trip: as a treat our &lt;em&gt;whole &lt;/em&gt;group was treated to Rita's! We were "good". I was so very thankful. THEN: I went home this past weekend and Rita's was giving away FREE ice! I was totally pumped and of course we went and got some. And of course, I could not make up my mind and ended up getting three flavors in one cup. It was spectacular. So I may have jokingly said: Rita's has changed my life. But no really, I think it's probably a favorite summer treat for me. And since the one back home just opened again... It's beginning to look a lot like summer! I cannot wait to go running in warm weather again! I am really excited about the prospect of the months to come. And if you haven't had Rita's.... You need to try it. It just might change your life too. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-2098109881517351057?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/2098109881517351057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=2098109881517351057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/2098109881517351057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/2098109881517351057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/ritas.html' title='Rita&apos;s'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZJjl9dnM6Rg/TYeDaXjfZsI/AAAAAAAAAYU/p4RUnGT3F2I/s72-c/CIMG4032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-8526402625986248051</id><published>2011-03-18T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:04:07.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We were born to embrace not accept it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I heard those lyrics and it made me think of a lot of tough things that Christians are faced with. What do we do in response to this sin or that sin? We must embrace and love our neighbors but not accept what they do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-8526402625986248051?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/8526402625986248051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=8526402625986248051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8526402625986248051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8526402625986248051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-were-born-to-embrace-not-accept-it.html' title='We were born to embrace not accept it...'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-3343188202391569000</id><published>2011-03-17T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:06:54.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So it seems as though for the first time in a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; time... I have not really had any difficulties with my Lyme disease in quite awhile. Things had been going really well for a few months. Well, much to my dismay things have been increasingly difficult in the last month or so. It started with a conversation while studying for a test with a pretty good friend of mine... We were talking about the test and I began to lament about how &lt;em&gt;slow&lt;/em&gt; my brain felt... And how it might even feel like it did back when I was in high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I was still getting above average grades in most of my classes... I was still doing pretty poorly for me. Today one of my professors took me aside and asked me if I was okay. She told me that she was concerned because my writing had dramatically changed from last semester. She said she didn't understand it. I told her I felt like I was a smart person stuck in&amp;nbsp;a stupid person's body. I have had these very complex thoughts and really understand concepts but I cannot adequately convey them or tell others about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very frustrated this semester as I have devoted tons of time to my studies and working hard and it just doesn't seem to be paying off. I continue to work hard but I can't get my thoughts clearly out. I am left in a mess. I feel stuck. I don't know how else to explain it other than I am stuck in a stupid person's body. Hearing someone else notice my difficulty was comforting because I knew it was something &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; that I was struggling with... Now I believe I will defeat it and I am really praying God will continue to stand by my side as I conquer these new battles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to write a note from my old point of view... And touch base with the fact that though it has been much better there is still a process that must be worked through. However, I am so blessed to be running and biking and doing things. This is minor in the grand scheme of things but frustrating none the less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-3343188202391569000?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/3343188202391569000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=3343188202391569000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3343188202391569000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3343188202391569000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/stuck.html' title='Stuck.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-602847687068571126</id><published>2011-03-15T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T13:18:44.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today is an absolutely gorgeous day. You still are in need of a jacket but the weather is remarkable. The sun is shining and I wish I had more air in my tires so I could go on a bike ride. Anyways, here is a little &lt;a href="http://www.designcrushblog.com/2010/09/16/picture-it-puppy-love/"&gt;puppy love&lt;/a&gt; to enjoy the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of puppies and spring because people are always out walking their dogs during this time of the year. Ahh! I want a dog when I get a house of my own. I think I will get another one just like the dog I currently own, since after a runner's world magazine article:&amp;nbsp;she was reported to be the best dog all around... I mean &lt;em&gt;who&lt;/em&gt; could resist a face like &lt;a href="http://www.tbarcountry.com/vizsla.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?? Except for maybe my mom... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-602847687068571126?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/602847687068571126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=602847687068571126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/602847687068571126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/602847687068571126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/sweet-puppies.html' title='Sweet Puppies'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-4499129936335051917</id><published>2011-03-14T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T11:55:00.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering passes, while love is eternal. That's a gift that you have received from God. Don't waste it ! (paraphrase of Kezia's words to Laura, 4.01 Castoffs)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-4499129936335051917?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/4499129936335051917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=4499129936335051917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4499129936335051917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4499129936335051917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/suffering-passes-while-love-is-eternal.html' title='Suffering passes, while love is eternal. That&apos;s a gift that you have received from God. Don&apos;t waste it ! (paraphrase of Kezia&apos;s words to Laura, 4.01 Castoffs)'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-4036724192922824709</id><published>2011-03-14T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T10:05:00.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comes to the save</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.icantfindmyphone.com/"&gt;This website&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;comes to my save more often than it should. If you don't know where your phone is 90% of the time... You should definitely check it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-4036724192922824709?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/4036724192922824709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=4036724192922824709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4036724192922824709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4036724192922824709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/comes-to-save.html' title='Comes to the save'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-1108667171559962455</id><published>2011-03-14T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T09:28:45.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-22lhzROujX0/TX4XAwMVhII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/yg8YakXIlMI/s1600/vintage-eyeglasses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-22lhzROujX0/TX4XAwMVhII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/yg8YakXIlMI/s320/vintage-eyeglasses.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It has been almost one year to date... The day that my eye glasses took a turn for the worst and I lost a bow off them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They experienced someones destructive buttocks meeting them front and center. It was a crushing experience. And after that moment, they were a one bowed bandit. It was a traumatic event and after that, I wore my contacts every day. Until one day that my eye turned red and a friend loaned me some weak prescription old glasses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks, I would just like to inform you that I am no longer on the prowl for a new pair of glasses. While my mom was up here for my birthday, we got &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; glasses. Now granted, they are nothing like my old faithful one bowed bandits, and they are my prescription... So there is no real adventure in them. However, now I can &lt;strong&gt;see!&lt;/strong&gt; This is monumental. I am pumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-1108667171559962455?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/1108667171559962455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=1108667171559962455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1108667171559962455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1108667171559962455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/eye-glasses.html' title='Eye Glasses'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-22lhzROujX0/TX4XAwMVhII/AAAAAAAAAYQ/yg8YakXIlMI/s72-c/vintage-eyeglasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-7520533819025607464</id><published>2011-03-13T09:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T09:22:00.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing is Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/18305022" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/18305022"&gt;Growing is Forever&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user478713"&gt;Jesse Rosten&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we each be life long learners because: &lt;em&gt;growing is forever&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-7520533819025607464?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/7520533819025607464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=7520533819025607464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7520533819025607464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7520533819025607464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/01/growing-is-forever.html' title='Growing is Forever'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-7663364303801020253</id><published>2011-03-12T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T12:00:03.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Became&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The gospel in one word-- redemption's story shrunk down to six amazing letters. Do you see it? &lt;em&gt;Became&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;is a compound word, meaning it is comprised of two words- the word &lt;em&gt;be &lt;/em&gt;and the word &lt;em&gt;came&lt;/em&gt;. Wow, now do you see it? ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... BE&lt;/em&gt; came flesh.God arrived with skin, the Divine in the form of a sweaty, laughing boy playing with other kids in a narrow street on a summer afternoon. That's how God chose to connect with us, to deliver us, to come for us. He didn't send a note, an e-mail, a check, a cosmic event, a mandate, or an image on a toasted cheese sandwich. When God came to man- when BE came- &lt;em&gt;BE&lt;/em&gt; became &lt;em&gt;flesh&lt;/em&gt;. The God of the world in a body like yours and mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it matter? Because you can touch flesh. You can identify with flesh. You can wrap your arms around flesh and feel its heartbeat. You can hear the voice of flesh and look into its eyes. And if you're searching for a sacrifice for the sins of all mankind, you can pierce flesh and it will bleed. You can nail flesh to a cross."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Louie Giglio (I am not but I know I AM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-7663364303801020253?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/7663364303801020253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=7663364303801020253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7663364303801020253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7663364303801020253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/became.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-7180209778141994933</id><published>2011-03-12T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T09:05:00.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait for Spring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--FauOTXyYIA/TXeJ2B_E_FI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7nXtj1rFP-o/s1600/12_good_vibrations_th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--FauOTXyYIA/TXeJ2B_E_FI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7nXtj1rFP-o/s1600/12_good_vibrations_th.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KU82XqZbSXA/TXeJlLfw_7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/cXathLyw8iI/s1600/15_good_vibrations.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="203" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KU82XqZbSXA/TXeJlLfw_7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/cXathLyw8iI/s320/15_good_vibrations.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This back yard is &lt;a href="http://www.sherylcrow.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Sheryl Crow&lt;/a&gt;'s. I cannot wait&amp;nbsp;for the green grass&amp;nbsp;and the flowers to grow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-7180209778141994933?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/7180209778141994933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=7180209778141994933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7180209778141994933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7180209778141994933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-cant-wait-for-spring.html' title='I can&apos;t wait for Spring...'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--FauOTXyYIA/TXeJ2B_E_FI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7nXtj1rFP-o/s72-c/12_good_vibrations_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-7511492775927856497</id><published>2011-03-11T23:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T23:14:00.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The best feeling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Is when I sign in here thinking ah, I will just check my blog real quick and see if anyone has stopped by it. (expecting no one has) And seeing I have two new comments. Thank you God for sharing my blog with others to inspire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-7511492775927856497?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/7511492775927856497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=7511492775927856497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7511492775927856497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7511492775927856497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-feeling.html' title='The best feeling...'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-5804356173656813406</id><published>2011-03-11T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T12:59:00.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In an effort to keep people informed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I was told I needed to keep my blog updated more because when people get into it... I tend to de-rail and lose my intense focus on journaling and documenting what's happening. I suppose here I go, back to&amp;nbsp;blogging... I didn't know anyone really paid any attention! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-5804356173656813406?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/5804356173656813406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=5804356173656813406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/5804356173656813406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/5804356173656813406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-effort-to-keep-people-informed.html' title='In an effort to keep people informed...'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-8825666541965114520</id><published>2011-03-10T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T15:54:00.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4ILH_bvf8lE/TXbr8xzjwrI/AAAAAAAAAX8/X7Og-gLi7HQ/s1600/national_cathedral.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4ILH_bvf8lE/TXbr8xzjwrI/AAAAAAAAAX8/X7Og-gLi7HQ/s320/national_cathedral.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With the opportunity to go to Washington DC for a class trip, I debated the opportunity. At first it didn't seem like too big of a deal since my sister has moved down there and I have gotten to see many of the tourist attractions. However, when I got the opportunity to go meet the woman I have been talking to about a potential Senior Field placement... I jumped at the opportunity! I am so stoked to see what God has in store for me. And also very excited to have this opportunity to hang out with some incredible people from the Social Work division. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, I will post photos as I am able. For now, I am off to Washington DC for a class trip... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-8825666541965114520?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/8825666541965114520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=8825666541965114520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8825666541965114520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8825666541965114520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/farewell.html' title='Farewell!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4ILH_bvf8lE/TXbr8xzjwrI/AAAAAAAAAX8/X7Og-gLi7HQ/s72-c/national_cathedral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-4112952141075995480</id><published>2011-03-10T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T08:53:00.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Today our way of living and our schools are much different. It has been many years since I beat eggs with a fork, or cleaned a kerosene lamp; many things have made living and learning easier. But the real things haven't changed; they can never change… Great improvements in living have been made because every American has been free to pursue his happiness, and so as long as Americans are free they will continue to make our country even more wonderful." (Laura Ingalls Wilder, letter)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-4112952141075995480?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/4112952141075995480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=4112952141075995480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4112952141075995480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4112952141075995480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/today-our-way-of-living-and-our-schools.html' title='&quot;Today our way of living and our schools are much different. It has been many years since I beat eggs with a fork, or cleaned a kerosene lamp; many things have made living and learning easier. But the real things haven&apos;t changed; they can never change… Great improvements in living have been made because every American has been free to pursue his happiness, and so as long as Americans are free they will continue to make our country even more wonderful.&quot; (Laura Ingalls Wilder, letter)'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-4324200198076598843</id><published>2011-03-10T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T00:31:58.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Psalm 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of David. A psalm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth is the LORD’s, and everything in it, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world, and all who live in it; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for he founded it on the seas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and established it on the waters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who may ascend the mountain of the LORD? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who may stand in his holy place? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who has clean hands and a pure heart, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who does not trust in an idol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or swear by a false god.[a] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will receive blessing from the LORD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and vindication from God their Savior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is the generation of those who seek him, &lt;br /&gt;who seek your face, God of Jacob.[b][c] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your heads, you gates; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be lifted up, you ancient doors, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that the King of glory may come in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this King of glory? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LORD strong and mighty, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the LORD mighty in battle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your heads, you gates; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lift them up, you ancient doors, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that the King of glory may come in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is he, this King of glory? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LORD Almighty— &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is the King of glory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-4324200198076598843?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/4324200198076598843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=4324200198076598843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4324200198076598843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4324200198076598843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/psalm-24-of-david.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-7563106723364317848</id><published>2011-03-09T10:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T10:53:22.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7JPoY2R22xA/TXeiJsVsbaI/AAAAAAAAAYM/nqKb_tub8Yg/s1600/he%2527sjustnotthatintoyou.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7JPoY2R22xA/TXeiJsVsbaI/AAAAAAAAAYM/nqKb_tub8Yg/s400/he%2527sjustnotthatintoyou.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-7563106723364317848?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/7563106723364317848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=7563106723364317848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7563106723364317848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/7563106723364317848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/girls-are-taught-lot-of-stuff-growing.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7JPoY2R22xA/TXeiJsVsbaI/AAAAAAAAAYM/nqKb_tub8Yg/s72-c/he%2527sjustnotthatintoyou.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-4375354739358847009</id><published>2011-03-09T06:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T06:18:18.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;-Galatians 6:2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-4375354739358847009?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/4375354739358847009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=4375354739358847009&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4375354739358847009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4375354739358847009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/bear-one-anothers-burdens-and-so.html' title='&quot;Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.&quot;'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-6799870361264409934</id><published>2011-03-08T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T21:48:14.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The loneliest whale in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So I was browsing the blogosphere today and I came across &lt;a href="http://julia.blogg.se/2011/march/fadingout.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, how incredibly awful. I have felt &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; lonely at times and really alone with many people around me. At least they could hear me! Imagine thinking you're communicating with people but they really have no idea that you're even speaking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't imagine... &lt;em&gt;oh, &lt;/em&gt;the despair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-6799870361264409934?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/6799870361264409934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=6799870361264409934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/6799870361264409934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/6799870361264409934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/loneliest-whale-in-world.html' title='The loneliest whale in the world'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-3211274762272795707</id><published>2011-03-08T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T13:25:51.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I have been praying to go deeper with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to find my relationship with God to be more intimate. I wanted to know Him more. I just didn't know &lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt; this could become a reality. Slowly I have found that as I continue to become relationally involved with others with the same goals I am learning the true meaning of iron sharpens iron. I have learned more, been challenged more, and really am falling in love with God all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it so cool that we have a God that loves us so much He's &lt;em&gt;jealous&lt;/em&gt; for us. He wants to spend more time with us and never tires of us. I want to serve Him so I can know true love, joy, and peace in a fuller way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to see where God takes me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know every answer to every problem in the world. If men would only ask me, I would give them the answers" - God (From Bill Johnson in dreaming with God)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-3211274762272795707?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/3211274762272795707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=3211274762272795707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3211274762272795707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3211274762272795707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/deeper.html' title='Deeper'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-2228384230815865933</id><published>2011-03-01T17:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T17:31:47.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brought me back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Can I just say how incredible God is? He has brought me back to His heart and something else I am excited about, He brought me back to running... So very incredible. It's awesome and I feel so blessed. I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-2228384230815865933?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/2228384230815865933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=2228384230815865933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/2228384230815865933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/2228384230815865933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/03/brought-me-back.html' title='Brought me back'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-5157692425888926264</id><published>2011-02-25T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T23:02:06.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No excuses not to love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YVI9xFqBg88/TWh7GaLJY4I/AAAAAAAAAX4/4PGfwSQ4Q4E/s1600/Picture+1033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" l6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YVI9xFqBg88/TWh7GaLJY4I/AAAAAAAAAX4/4PGfwSQ4Q4E/s400/Picture+1033.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This week I met ten incredible, talented young women who spoke very little English. I sat with them and we laughed and cried together... We shared life and practically lived together. I was nervous at first, would I be able to love them, would they accept me? And by the end of the time we had together: each of us had given away a piece of our hearts and the girls truly transformed me and my thoughts. They were all so beautiful and such incredible girls. I was so amazed at how they opened up and how they loved... Ohhh how they loved each of us counselors and how they told us their stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that no matter where you are, whether you're in Africa, or you're in Rochester, NY there are young girls and young teens that need to know that they matter and that they are important. And I am so proud of the girls that I met and who they have rose to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that by the end of the week, laughter and hugs know no language... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-5157692425888926264?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/5157692425888926264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=5157692425888926264&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/5157692425888926264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/5157692425888926264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/02/no-excuses-not-to-love.html' title='No excuses not to love...'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YVI9xFqBg88/TWh7GaLJY4I/AAAAAAAAAX4/4PGfwSQ4Q4E/s72-c/Picture+1033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-5328688157688082460</id><published>2011-02-16T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T09:33:35.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Refuse to do nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The last week or so I have really been struggling with a lot of random things... And as I struggled and the more I struggled... The more I have tried to withdraw. I will find myself not wanting to leave my room for any circumstance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to a bible study and they showed the movie To Save A Life... We didn't get to stay until the end... However, it reminded me why I was so passionate about not letting myself just do &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; with an excuse of being busy or preoccupied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got in the car and we listened to K-Love, a Christian Radio station and I heard about it &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. How we can not do everything but we can &lt;em&gt;refuse&lt;/em&gt; to do nothing. I thought to myself, God, what are you trying to say? I know I am failing... I feel distant... But I don't know what to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized that even though I don't know what to do... Doing nothing at all is not going to be better than doing at least a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;something. Whatever that may mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-5328688157688082460?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/5328688157688082460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=5328688157688082460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/5328688157688082460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/5328688157688082460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/02/refuse-to-do-nothing.html' title='Refuse to do nothing.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-3334053317151492672</id><published>2011-02-14T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T09:53:27.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret to love? A secret is a secret! I don't share my secrets! - Mariya Gotstsinnaya married over 50 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;check out &lt;a href="http://www.laurenfleishman.com/photos/loveeverafter/index.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; great photos of love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Happy Valentines Day!&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/4106914367652658774-3334053317151492672?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/3334053317151492672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=3334053317151492672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3334053317151492672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3334053317151492672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/02/secret-to-love-secret-is-secret-i-dont.html' title='The Secret to love? A secret is a secret! I don&apos;t share my secrets! - Mariya Gotstsinnaya married over 50 years'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-1697160778144028302</id><published>2011-02-13T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T14:06:14.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With Valentines Day coming up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;We had a video played at church today with all of these Valentines and then I heard this song on Pandora today and it made me smile. Just a nice little valentine sentiment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He packed his bags when he was just 18 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see a world he thought he'd never seen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he knew when he met her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That she was the girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd been waiting for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each night they spent talking on the front porch swing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like it came straight out of a movie scene &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one night she stepped out as the sun began to set &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she got to the porch she found a letter that read &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only girl I'll ever love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd do anything not to give you up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could only stop the world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're standing by my side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm having the time of my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm having the time of my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The months went by it was their wedding day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A church on a hill wedding bells rang away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked like a princess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All dressed up in pearls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was her proudest day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he stood all alone in a darkened church hallway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got down on his knees and he started to pray &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thanked the Lord for his family and the perfect bride &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he couldn't hold back what he was feelin' inside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the only girl I'll ever love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd do anything not to give her up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could only stop the world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's standing by my side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm having the time of my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm having the time of my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forty years went by and she lived most of God's plan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood alone in an attic, wedding dress in her hand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she held an old letter written so long ago &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she'd never forget it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how old &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as she turned to put the dress away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pack up the years &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was standing in the doorway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his eyes full of tears &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he held her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're the only girl I'll ever love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd do anything not to give you up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could only stop the world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're standing by my side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm having the time of my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm having the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-1697160778144028302?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/1697160778144028302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=1697160778144028302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1697160778144028302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1697160778144028302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/02/with-valentines-day-coming-up.html' title='With Valentines Day coming up....'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-8606006920174306921</id><published>2011-02-04T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:20:44.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So blessed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Twenty years old... Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what keeps coming to my mind anyways. I think I am twenty: wow! Crazy. I don't know how to deal with it. And it has only been five minutes of this particular day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about what my life has had to offer: I have accomplished a lot... I have a lot left to accomplish. When I reflect on my life... I can think of one thing: I am blessed. &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; blessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My greatest fear this birthday has been the &lt;em&gt;unknown. &lt;/em&gt;I don't have a feeling of certainty. I feel like I am leaving my teen years and I am scared of all of the future things. What could come to be what may not... Opportunities I may miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also scared that no one would remember. After I deactivated my facebook... I thought no one will know it's my birthday. This birthday has seemed particularly crippling and to be totally honest has mustered up many tears. So I thought if I don't celebrate... It could be a disaster! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, well, last night... I was so overwhelmed. A few friends surprised me with a party. I didn't even think I would have anyone notice my existance much less throw a party. And I was totally shocked. They passed around a canvas at the party and everyone drew on it... Creating a drawing just for me! It was incredible. I also got beautiful flowers and a clock and necklace... I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; honored that God has blessed me with these friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I found myself crying out to God as I felt so confused... I sat crying at my desk listening to countless worship songs surrounded by His love. I just felt like I didn't understand what He was doing. I conciously know that He is more than enough for me. However, deep in my heart for some silly reason this afternoon: I doubted that. I prayed and prayed that He would show me His love and passion and show me His love. Tonight, I saw that as the community came around me. I was blown away by the kindness of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I continue to point up though. As my life continues to drive on, I know that the only reason I have gotten my chance at life is because I have a God that's totally in love with me. A God that has paved the way for me. I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; blessed. I point up tonight because a few years back I didn't dream of living. I thought my life truly was going to get cut short... I thought that was it... Maybe I wouldn't even get the chance to finish &lt;em&gt;high school&lt;/em&gt; now I am looking into the face of graduating college in a few more semesters... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am coming to realize tonight, that I cannot fall into the worry of growing old... I can't worry about those things. However, I must embrace these days, the days of growth, of life... Because when I die, I will not be able to live any more. However, I don't know when that day will come and an accumulation of days on a calandar don't necessarily mean that life is &lt;em&gt;over&lt;/em&gt; it just means I have spent a little more time on earth than others and less time on earth than some. I must embrace this beautiful gift God has given me... And that's truly what my life has been. A gift. A beautiful, and incredible gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I give thanks for the tangible things in life: &lt;br /&gt;- My family&lt;br /&gt;- My friends&lt;br /&gt;- The ability to go to college&lt;br /&gt;- The opportunities I have been able to embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the not so tangible things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My freedom to express religion&lt;br /&gt;- The ability to walk&lt;br /&gt;- The God that loves me &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I say thanks God, for being my creator. I hope this is another year I am able to look &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I say thank &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; for being a friend. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace life. Do not &lt;em&gt;fear&lt;/em&gt; death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now off to bed at exactly: 12:20. Cool! &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/4106914367652658774-8606006920174306921?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/8606006920174306921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=8606006920174306921&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8606006920174306921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8606006920174306921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-blessed.html' title='So blessed.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-5743016889535687369</id><published>2011-02-03T07:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T07:50:00.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The only good thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;My birthday is quickly approaching. It's less than twenty-four hours away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to share something super cool that I learned a few nights ago. While I was reading, I found out that I share a birthday with this man: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TUlvZEghZhI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3vuxIBiPT_M/s1600/bonhoeffer3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TUlvZEghZhI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3vuxIBiPT_M/s320/bonhoeffer3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now you might look at this photo and go: I am sorry, who? That looks like an old photo of my great uncle- Bob! Sorry, it's not! It's actually Dietrich Bonhoeffer. How cool is that? This man is someone that I have really found totally influential and incredible. He took the level of Christianity and being a martyr to a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; level. I was so blown away to see he and I shared a birthday. You can read more about him &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dietrich_Bonhoeffer"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; I don't usually support Wikipedia but I thought it would give a ncie summary of his life. He's an incredible writer and one of his well known works is: The Cost of Discipleship. You should definately check him out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; I decided that Februrary 4th is a pretty great day to be born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share my birthday with other incredible people such as: &lt;a href="http://www.nndb.com/people/651/000022585/"&gt;Rosa Parks&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(known for not moving to the back of the bus during a period of segregation) , &lt;a href="http://www.nndb.com/people/709/000174187/"&gt;Clyde W. Tombaugh&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(discovered Pluto as a planet. don't worry Clyde, Pluto will always be a planet in my book), Josiah Quincy (president of Harvard), Bug Hall&amp;nbsp;(Alfalfa in Little Rascals remake), Betty Friedan (women's rights activist), Ray Evans (remember when I posted &lt;a href="http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/search?q=que+sera+sera"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;with the song Que Sera Sera? Well, Ray Evans wrote that song! So cool.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a few of the incredible and influential people that share a birthday with me... I have some pretty big shoes to fill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-5743016889535687369?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/5743016889535687369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=5743016889535687369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/5743016889535687369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/5743016889535687369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/02/only-good-thing.html' title='The only good thing...'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TUlvZEghZhI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3vuxIBiPT_M/s72-c/bonhoeffer3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-1719455143972033326</id><published>2011-02-02T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T09:48:19.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things were going so well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today I got this annoying little notification on my e-mail account that basically told me my inbox was too full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pressed the little advancement thing to see the end of my account. Upon doing this I began a marathon of deleting old e-mails... When I was doing this I saw the many schedules I had received. My weekly training logs. I thought wow. I was living the dream! At the beginning of this year I was doing everything I had ever wanted to. I was on the Cross Country team at school, I was doing really well in my classes, and I was running just about every day. I had connected with some really awesome people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could possibly get me hung up right? Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of this year was the hardest yet... I had a horrible beginning to the semester despite the fact that it shouldn't have been trouble at all. I was focusing on myself and it caused a lot of inner turmoil. I just wanted to rely on myself... Hmm... Well, despite everything being "perfect" it didn't end with a perfect picture time dropped ending. However, it has taught me more, and above that: I really believe that it gave me a friendship that wouldn't have happened otherwise. God is so cool like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Praise God for the not-so picture perfect ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-1719455143972033326?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/1719455143972033326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=1719455143972033326&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1719455143972033326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1719455143972033326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-were-going-so-well.html' title='Things were going so well...'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-1965170243411648779</id><published>2011-01-29T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:55:24.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>too true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TUTg-dW8vwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/CJ3fMyu3uH4/s1600/tumblr_lft4i7civt1qea9mgo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TUTg-dW8vwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/CJ3fMyu3uH4/s320/tumblr_lft4i7civt1qea9mgo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;re-posted from: http://start-with-c.tumblr.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-1965170243411648779?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/1965170243411648779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=1965170243411648779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1965170243411648779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/1965170243411648779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/01/too-true.html' title='too true.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TUTg-dW8vwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/CJ3fMyu3uH4/s72-c/tumblr_lft4i7civt1qea9mgo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-8483475503391867329</id><published>2011-01-29T16:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T16:32:32.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.” - Aristotle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-8483475503391867329?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/8483475503391867329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=8483475503391867329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8483475503391867329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/8483475503391867329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-are-what-we-repeatedly-do-excellence.html' title='“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.” - Aristotle'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-4128009386407968590</id><published>2011-01-29T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:38:17.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Today I woke up... It was a typical day, a power struggle between me and my many alarms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran a brush through my hair and decided not to shower. I gathered my notebook and pen and coat and scarf... I was off to class. My first class of the day on HIV, Drugs, and the Family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the silence of my room an hour later, tired, exhausted even, and sore. I crawled into bed. I found comfort within the sheets of my bed. Ah yes, something so inviting about the warmth of my blankets. I slipped into sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*knock knock knock* My head flew off the pillow: I said come in, I had given in to my most recent power struggle with my body and had fallen asleep. *phew!* it's a girl on the floor coming to visit for an outfit consultation. Something I can handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, I am bundling up to face the bite of the crisp cool air and dodge the microscopic masterpieces of snow. I cross campus as I am going to chapel. There I acquire a heart of worship and reflect... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chapel comes a meeting and then class until three o'clock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day is complete at three. I ponder what to do: I get back to my room and type up an assignment and review my day. I make some important phone calls. I &lt;em&gt;sigh. &lt;/em&gt;I made it through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been my reflection most days recently... I have been wiped out... Tired if you will. Weaker than normal but still able to push through. Each day is a small victory. It's not so much to take me out, but just enough. Bed comes early each night... However, it has reminded me of the victory I have within my Savior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... Just a reflection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-4128009386407968590?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/4128009386407968590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=4128009386407968590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4128009386407968590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/4128009386407968590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/01/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-6198568595972862745</id><published>2011-01-26T07:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T07:13:22.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning Twenty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;In just a week and two days I will be &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;twenty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have been truly struggling with this concept and I have spilt many tears over the whole getting older concept. I cannot believe that I will not be a teenager any more... But since I am just waking up, it's probably safer that I don't dwell on that too much because I am already starting to &lt;em&gt;cry&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the honor of&amp;nbsp; the year twenty... I decided I &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt; like to celebrate my birthday. Last year, I didn't, and since I have cried so much about it: I feel this year needs to be a year of celebration or else it will be a birthday of tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today, I am posting twenty links that I have wanted to post but haven't been able to for one reason or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hm &lt;a href="http://afieldjournal.blogspot.com/2008/02/twenty.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; little set up is so cute... Posted after their birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was tempted to ask for everything &lt;a href="http://shannoneileenblog.typepad.com/happiness-is/2010/10/wire-greeting-cards.html"&gt;handmade&lt;/a&gt; this year... However, since my car broke: I really feel that I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; AAA instead. &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Andd.... I also would &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; a new pair of glasses. Mine were broken a year ago and I am still mourning the loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.snailtrail.co.uk/index.htm"&gt;These&lt;/a&gt; are &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;cool. As I have been planning a summer of travel, and living on faith: I have also found myself checking out trailers and I was looking at &lt;a href="http://www.snailtrail.co.uk/index.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site and they're incredible! And expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Again with the &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/65290156/modern-pretty-princess-party-happy?ref=cat2_gallery_3"&gt;homemade&lt;/a&gt;... Wouldn't it be awesome to get a birthday in a box? This is a good idea. I think I might do it as a gift for one of my friends... But basically do a whole box of goodies for the friend with the birthday. Hm. Very cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. These &lt;a href="http://www.ohmishka.com/2010/07/song-charts.html"&gt;song charts&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Someday I&amp;nbsp;shall read my children&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://shannoneileenblog.typepad.com/happiness-is/2010/09/deep-thoughts-by-pooh.html"&gt;Pooh&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I need to learn from &lt;a href="http://designismine.blogspot.com/2010/10/thought-of-day-it-will.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; little poster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How great are &lt;a href="http://blackeiffel.blogspot.com/2010/04/google-envelopes.html"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;? I have been waiting for the perfect letter to send someone one in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I am sure I have seen PLENTY of other great links... However, I never saved them in my favorites as great links. :] But alas, my anxiety is relieved, even if it is just temporary. Friends, have you had rough birthdays where no matter how much consoling you have received you just can't take the number you're about to turn? How did you deal with it? Any ideas for celebrating??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-6198568595972862745?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/6198568595972862745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=6198568595972862745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/6198568595972862745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/6198568595972862745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/01/turning-twenty.html' title='Turning Twenty'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-3838991276740444515</id><published>2011-01-24T22:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T22:45:32.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could have been love story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zUe3sbtqI2Q?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too cute... And probably happens more than we know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-3838991276740444515?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/3838991276740444515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=3838991276740444515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3838991276740444515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3838991276740444515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/01/could-have-been-love-story.html' title='Could have been love story...'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zUe3sbtqI2Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-3953216300858978727</id><published>2011-01-19T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T10:13:01.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unplugging.</title><content type='html'>After dealing with depression and battling with some stuff that was bigger than myself, I began to wonder what life would look like if I unplugged. Sometimes I had invested so much into my pseudo relationships via social networking or e-mail or text message... That I didn't feel like I could even connect on the basic level of normal human interaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new concept that I am trying to introduce into my life. It's called being intentional. Instead of getting on the computer and typing away at the keys which is so easy to do... I have began to wonder what it would be like to set up a time to actually meet. To go through and be more intentional about life and the relationships that we build. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved a good handwritten letter. There is something timeless about getting a piece of mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or getting a phone call versus a text. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that slowly I am wanting to buck the system so to speak. I don't want to settle for the distracted conversations of facebook chat, or the convenience of text messaging... I want to be more intentional than just being overly accomplished with my conversations. Instead of talking to three or four people talking to one person at a time and actually being totally invested in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that it would change a lot of things... Maybe facebook is convenient but it isn't necessarily what we &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt;. We crave the human interaction beyond hours of Internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next month, I would like to challenge you to deactivate, unplug, and hand write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up for coffee, read a book, or hang out playing a board game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something, and be intentional!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-3953216300858978727?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/3953216300858978727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=3953216300858978727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3953216300858978727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/3953216300858978727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/01/unplugging.html' title='Unplugging.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-9037642577824928175</id><published>2011-01-18T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:55:26.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back into school...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/46799990@N04/5366347911/" title="LOST MY BRAIN by Theo Gosselin, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="LOST MY BRAIN" height="332" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5283/5366347911_dff65ae473.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/46799990@N04/5366347911/"&gt;Theo Gosselin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes with the over scheduled life of a college student... We have lost our brains! I definitely smiled a little when I saw this photo. Don't contact me... I am happy. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-9037642577824928175?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/9037642577824928175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=9037642577824928175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/9037642577824928175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/9037642577824928175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/01/getting-back-into-school.html' title='Getting back into school...'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5283/5366347911_dff65ae473_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4106914367652658774.post-907913901316381894</id><published>2011-01-16T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T18:18:06.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>Last year around this time I started swimming... It was the only thing I could do because I couldn't really walk, so running wasn't a possiblity yet. I got so I could swim laps without stopping and without being overly tired.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went swimming and my arms were sore and I was tired. Hm... I think I better swim a little longer! It was so relaxing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4106914367652658774-907913901316381894?l=vicupdates.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/feeds/907913901316381894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4106914367652658774&amp;postID=907913901316381894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/907913901316381894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4106914367652658774/posts/default/907913901316381894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vicupdates.blogspot.com/2011/01/swimming.html' title='Swimming'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15810231231119376004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ins4Y-E2YIY/TPsbNVLYwAI/AAAAAAAAAV8/IM-n3nVuZmA/S220/Victoria-35.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
