<?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-1578773315928661420</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:14:04.185-08:00</updated><category term='Camp'/><title type='text'>Always Anchored</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Always Anchored</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07156172217283846435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuUhCqQ2Dp8/SWwscdcu6aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/86WTRwhsXAw/S220/199.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578773315928661420.post-7534074760767893760</id><published>2012-01-25T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T09:02:18.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mediocrity is not cool</title><content type='html'>Mediocre: to be moderate or inferior in quality; average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, that definition is kinda harsh when you think about it. No one likes being told, "Hey, that was an average job" or "Way to be moderate"....um, no! We want to be told, "That was an awesome job! Keep it up!" I'm sure there has been a point in everyone's life where they have felt mediocre...whether its a test they don't really study for, not really doing the dishes, not fully investing their time into something they are presented with, and the list goes on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, it is really easy to get sucked into a life of mediocrity, which sucks itself because living an average life is not how I want to live my life. And I feel like its a neverending cycle that we can get caught up in, because we can go through the motions of life: going to class, work, church and Bible study...but there's a difference in going through the motions and purposefully living out your life and putting your best foot forward when it comes to a relationship with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wanna know the best part? The Lord knows this about His creation, and that's why He gave His Son...He knew that we would struggle in this depraved world with sin and struggle, but we can be covered by His constant grace and perfect peace, if only we accept Him. It says in John 10:10-"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full." I love this verse, because it shows the reality of sin and how the only thing the devil wants is for us to fail and not accept our Heavenly Father...but He sent His only Son in human form to come so that we could not only have life, but live it abundantly! I don't know about you, but that's quite possibly the greatest encouragement I could ever realize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even when I feel like I have messed up royally, or fallen from the path, or whatever else may come up, the Lord is faithful and constantly molding His children into who they are meant to be. He has a perfect plan for each and every one of us. I am still constantly learning this, just from thinking about the future and how uncertain it is, but I know that the Lord will reveal what He has for me when I need to know. He is good like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this has been an encouragement, and I'm sure more will come as I continue to grow and learn from my Heavenly Father who is constantly breaking down my pride and reminding me that I am His beloved daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With gratitude and His grace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber G.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578773315928661420-7534074760767893760?l=always-anchored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/feeds/7534074760767893760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578773315928661420&amp;postID=7534074760767893760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/7534074760767893760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/7534074760767893760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/2012/01/mediocrity-is-not-cool.html' title='Mediocrity is not cool'/><author><name>Always Anchored</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07156172217283846435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuUhCqQ2Dp8/SWwscdcu6aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/86WTRwhsXAw/S220/199.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578773315928661420.post-6629507716398149370</id><published>2011-12-08T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:32:57.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pine Cove Shores Edition</title><content type='html'>I realized how long its been since I've posted a blog...a lot has happened since then, I'm kind of shocked. The Lord has been moving in my life and it is so evident. My last semester flew by. One of my dear friends graduated and is now studying at SMU law, I'm so proud of her, accomplishing one of her life goals. My other dear friend has still been here with me, but she is graduating this month to go student teach and live in Tulsa...not too close to Norman, but still Oklahoma. They have both been and truly are loved and missed, and I'm sorry if I never tell the two of you that, but you have meant a lot to me over my time at college. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished the spring semester, I went and worked at Pine Cove Shores for a third summer, this time as a lifeguard/band member...I can honestly say it was one of my favorite summers I worked at PC. I made lasting friendships, got to pour in to more campers, got to be out in the sun for 5+ hours a day (and for those of you who know me really well, you know I get dark in the summer). Besides all that, the Lord moved in my life. I figured I would learn the same old thing, like I had from previous summers...but I was definitely wrong. It was there I realized how much I had missed leading worship, having fellowship with other believers, having deep conversations while star gazing, talking about real life issues and how the Lord brings us through the good and bad times, being able to pray fervently without any distractions, being able to bless those around me because I had been blessed...for my fellow PC staffers, you know what I'm talking about...despite all the craziness of camp, (jumping up and down, doing the birthday rap, the awesome cheers, the count 'ems, never stop jumping up and down, ropes, the lake, the pool, never ever stop jumping up and down, club, Pit 'n' Palace, etc.) there was one thing that remained...and that was the Lord moving in each and every camper that came through. It wasn't because there were so many amazing, Godly college kids working there or because of the ridiculous stuff we were doing. We just let go, and let God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I am going to miss Pine Cove Shores, but I have learned so much from being a staffer there...after all, it is where I re-dedicated my life to Christ my freshmen year of high school, its where I found dear friends who will encourage me and aspire me to be better than I am because of the Lord, its where I was able to lead worship and literally get to watch kids worship on their knees to bring praise to our Heavenly Father...It was a life-changing experience, and I never will forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be more posts to come with specific stories from camp...but I'll offer a verse that has been an anthem in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:6-"Be anxious for nothing, but in everything, with prayer and supplication, let your requests be made known to God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are blessed, so we can be a blessing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578773315928661420-6629507716398149370?l=always-anchored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/feeds/6629507716398149370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578773315928661420&amp;postID=6629507716398149370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/6629507716398149370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/6629507716398149370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/2011/12/pine-cove-shores-edition.html' title='Pine Cove Shores Edition'/><author><name>Always Anchored</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07156172217283846435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuUhCqQ2Dp8/SWwscdcu6aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/86WTRwhsXAw/S220/199.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578773315928661420.post-8430284591351238150</id><published>2011-02-04T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:36:22.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When things don't go the way we plan</title><content type='html'>Jeremiah 29:11-"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all of you have heard this verse at some point or another. Teachers, mentors, pastors and parents quote this verse before you ever make a big decision in life, like choosing a college. If I had a dollar for every time someone told me this verse during my senior year of high school, I would be a freakin billionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse has begun to have a whole different perspective on me since being in college. Now I have to think about my future even more...what job I will have, who I'll marry, where I'll be living, what I'll be doing after college...The sucky part about the future? You can't predict it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know the cool part about the future though? God already knows what's supposed to happen, when it's supposed to happen and how it's supposed to happen. We may not always know why things happen the way they do, but He has a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is ultimately what it comes down to...my own selfish desires, my own wants, my own PLANS do not even COMPARE to what God has for me...so what? weekend plans get ruined, I accept it and move on, knowing that God has something even greater planned, though I don't know what those plans may be for the time being. As long as God, who knows the future, provides our agenda and goes with us as we fulfill his mission, we can have boundless hope. This does not mean that we will be spared pain, suffering, or hardship, but that God will see us through to a glorious conclusion. So I fully intend on embracing that mission this weekend and be the best encourager I can be, and love the people who are around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is sovereign in all He does. I take HOPE in that fact, that He knows the plans He has for me, plans to prosper me and not to harm me, plans to give hope and a future for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what are YOU putting your hope in? Your own ambitions or God's ambition for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;~Amber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578773315928661420-8430284591351238150?l=always-anchored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/feeds/8430284591351238150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578773315928661420&amp;postID=8430284591351238150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/8430284591351238150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/8430284591351238150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-things-dont-go-way-we-plan.html' title='When things don&apos;t go the way we plan'/><author><name>Always Anchored</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07156172217283846435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuUhCqQ2Dp8/SWwscdcu6aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/86WTRwhsXAw/S220/199.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578773315928661420.post-8150192207755635968</id><published>2011-01-29T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T23:11:29.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'll go to Boston</title><content type='html'>What a catchy song by Augustana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponder this...Living in the here and now and taking one day at a time...How often do we tend to rush things and want everything to work out how we plan and on the time schedule that we have created? I tend to do this too much. The Lord has been working with me on this, because He knows how much of a planner I am. He knows the hairs on my head and He ordained me before I was even created. That thought alone floors me everytime I hear it. I mean, think about it...the Most High God cared about YOU and me enough to intricately and individually design us so that there is no one else like us because He loves us that much...whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on that topic, have you ever thought about how we even came into being as Christians? Because God sent His one and only Son to die for us, we are able to live with Him in eternity in Heaven if all we do is accept Him. Living, He loved me, Dying, He saved me, Buried, He carried my sins far away, Rising, He justified freely forever that one day He is coming...Because a Sinless Savior died, my sinful soul is counted free, for God the Just is satisfied to look on Him and pardon me...that last line always does it for me. God sent Jesus to die an excruciating death on the cross for my sake, and He pardoned my sin for it...I'm sorry, what? What was God thinking? I am worth nothing, yet He still loves me that much. God just blows my mind. I feel that I will never be able to fully comprehend just how significant that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how He loves us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;~Amber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578773315928661420-8150192207755635968?l=always-anchored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/feeds/8150192207755635968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578773315928661420&amp;postID=8150192207755635968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/8150192207755635968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/8150192207755635968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-think-ill-go-to-boston.html' title='I think I&apos;ll go to Boston'/><author><name>Always Anchored</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07156172217283846435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuUhCqQ2Dp8/SWwscdcu6aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/86WTRwhsXAw/S220/199.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578773315928661420.post-6302916987031765929</id><published>2010-08-08T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T19:50:12.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you join my wolfpack?</title><content type='html'>So it's Rush time at the Delta Gamma house. Quite fun to be with my DG sisters and enjoying all the perks about it. I've finally been reunited with my roommates, which has been great because they are some of the greatest girls I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in charge of skits has definitely been a challenge, but so much fun at the same time. It has given me the opportunity to get to know some younger girls that I probably never would have been able to get to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the thing I am most looking forward to about the school year is the chance to be more intentional with people. I am going to be bold to those people around me and chat it up with them. I am tired of being stuck in this rut that I always seem to find myself in at school. I am going to climb right out and share my faith. I am also looking forward to being a junior...I know, it's strange that I'm already half way done with college, but I may go on to get my masters...who knows? All I do know is that God is in control of my life and is going to show me where I am supposed to be going, despite the fact that I do not. I take great comfort in that, knowing that He is going to guide and direct my steps, even when it seems an impossible task for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, more posts to come about how work week unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;~Amber&lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578773315928661420-6302916987031765929?l=always-anchored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/feeds/6302916987031765929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578773315928661420&amp;postID=6302916987031765929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/6302916987031765929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/6302916987031765929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/2010/08/will-you-join-my-wolfpack.html' title='Will you join my wolfpack?'/><author><name>Always Anchored</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07156172217283846435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuUhCqQ2Dp8/SWwscdcu6aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/86WTRwhsXAw/S220/199.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578773315928661420.post-1992854678342235887</id><published>2010-07-23T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T18:53:15.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a great 11 years</title><content type='html'>Well, I am sad to say that my grandparents sold their 44 foot Carver Boat. it was basically a small yacht, with 2 bedrooms, kitchen, living room and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird part was that it has been on the market for 2 years, and while my family and I were here, this family who decided to buy it was close to the same age as one of my sisters and has a baby with the same name as one of my nieces. He stayed and watched us unload the boat, which had so much stuff in it, but we successfully packed everything from a soap dish to towels to noodles and lifejackets, all under 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part was the fact that I have been on that boat every summer since I was 9. That is a long time, filled with a lot of memories. There are days that I would never trade being on that boat. I remember the first time I stayed the night on that boat. I watched African Queen with Humphrey Bogart in the living room with my grandparents and I thought it was so cool to be able to watch tv on the water. After all the upkeep and cleaning of the boat, it was still so rewarding getting to hang out on the lake with my grandparents and the rest of my family. I also loved loved loved to drive that boat. I remember sitting in my Papa's lap as a 9 year old driving this huge boat! I thought I was so cool and special because I was driving. I also remember the first time I jumped in the water off of the side in Garrison/Kester cove in the Lake of the Ozarks. The water was perfect temperature and I had to hold my nose because it was such a high jump (in reality, its probably about a 7 foot drop, but it was a big deal as a kid). I landed in the water and when I stuck my head back up, my grandparents were there, clapping for my accomplishment.  Yes, those were the good days. Meals at the boat were the best too. We had whatever kind of drink we wanted, had tuna salad, some fresh fruit and good sandwiches. There were always good chips and delicious Oreo's to finish off the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget my years on the boat, especially the times I got to go with my parents, sisters and brother in laws. What an awesome way to spend my summer vacation, chillin' on the lake with the people I love and care for the most. I am only sad I will not be able to share that same experience with my husband. But ya know, maybe my family will have something else in mind for our crew when I'm married. Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been a fun ride! Cheers to 11 years, filled with lots of Precious Moments!&lt;br /&gt;~Amber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578773315928661420-1992854678342235887?l=always-anchored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/feeds/1992854678342235887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578773315928661420&amp;postID=1992854678342235887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/1992854678342235887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/1992854678342235887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-great-11-years.html' title='It&apos;s been a great 11 years'/><author><name>Always Anchored</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07156172217283846435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuUhCqQ2Dp8/SWwscdcu6aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/86WTRwhsXAw/S220/199.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578773315928661420.post-4612414728903430656</id><published>2010-07-20T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T08:51:24.452-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><title type='text'>Boom snap clap, ba boom snap clap snap, Boom snap clap, ba boom snap clap snap</title><content type='html'>As most of my friends and family know, I worked at Pine Cove Christian Camps again this summer. I was at Shores, which is the high school aged group, 10th-12th. Can I just say that I learned more in that 6 weeks than I ever planned? I met amazing girls with whom I was able to confide with and got into awesome spiritual talk with. Not only that, but the campers the Lord placed in my cabins challenged me more than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this was my second summer to work here and I was expecting it to be much like last summer...boy, was I wrong! The Lord truly broke me of my pride, specifically my desire to meet the approval of man, rather than of God. I never even realized I did this because I always told myself that I didn't care what people thought, but I was deceiving myself. Pride really does come before the fall, because I fell and fell hard. But the awesome part about that was that the Lord was there to pick me right back up in my brokenness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, that is all the Lord really desires, a broken and contrite spirit. He wants us to realize that we need Him to do anything, that apart from Him, we can do nothing. That concept is so difficult for me to understand, because I want to do all this stuff to help further the kingdom...But clearly, the Lord is sovereign and knows what He is doing and doesn't need for me to tell Him what needs to be done. I hope this can sink in for some of you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be more to come about camp, but I'm off for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578773315928661420-4612414728903430656?l=always-anchored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/feeds/4612414728903430656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578773315928661420&amp;postID=4612414728903430656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/4612414728903430656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/4612414728903430656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/2010/07/boom-snap-clap-ba-boom-snap-clap-snap.html' title='Boom snap clap, ba boom snap clap snap, Boom snap clap, ba boom snap clap snap'/><author><name>Always Anchored</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07156172217283846435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuUhCqQ2Dp8/SWwscdcu6aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/86WTRwhsXAw/S220/199.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578773315928661420.post-3605108824764002764</id><published>2009-01-11T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:14:11.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musicals, awards and cheddar fries...</title><content type='html'>This evening, I have been watching Grease, the movie, watching the Golden Globe awards and eating some leftover cheddar fries at Snuffer's, a new fave Dallas restaurant of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I stayed the night with my brother in law and sister. We had a wonderful time together, after spending time with our whole family. While watching SNL, which featured Neil Patrick Harris and Taylor Swift, I realized how funny the show actually is. It may have been just because I knew the two people that were featured, but still it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say this break has been long, and I still have another week, which I know will go by so fast. I feel that all my friends have gone back to school...probably because most of them have. But it was so great to see all of them. Since I've been here so long, I went to my high school's chapel, where I had to lead worship. I found out that I had to lead worship less than 24 hours beforehand which was not expected, but I think it went well. It just felt weird going back to the place that I have been my entire life. But it was good to see my friends that are still in high school. It seems that LCC has changed quite a bit since I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I must admit that even though the guys' team beat Bradford of OU, Tebow is a great guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578773315928661420-3605108824764002764?l=always-anchored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/feeds/3605108824764002764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578773315928661420&amp;postID=3605108824764002764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/3605108824764002764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/3605108824764002764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/2009/01/musicals-awards-and-cheddar-fries.html' title='Musicals, awards and cheddar fries...'/><author><name>Always Anchored</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07156172217283846435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuUhCqQ2Dp8/SWwscdcu6aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/86WTRwhsXAw/S220/199.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578773315928661420.post-5981975989258354407</id><published>2008-12-29T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:47:08.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the joys of being the youngest...</title><content type='html'>Ok so I totally respect my parents, I always have and always will. But you know those times when you just don't wanna listen to them and just wanna do what you want to? Definitely just had one of those experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Stacie asked me a while ago if I wanted to go to Tennessee with her so she could see a few of her friends down there. I so wanted to go because I've hung out with these guys and they are really neat Christian guys and I've never been to Tennessee so I thought that would be fun too. It would also be the first time Stacie and I had any time to really spend with each other since we go to completely different colleges and a road trip with your best friend? I mean...this trip sounds awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then both of my parents step in and say they don't have a good feeling about the trip...Of course, me being me, I wanted to contradict this by showing them all the positives. I ask if they let either of my older sisters go on trips like this and they both got to go on trips like that...But being the youngest, of course, my parents are much more protective of me. So they came down like a hammer on me and said no. I am 18 so I can technically make my own decisions, of course I know this would be foolish since I'm told by God to respect and listen to them, in everything, and not to mention that they also pay for college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this whole experience is a learning time for me, because now I'm stuck in Fort Worth for the rest of my break. And I bet they won't let me go to another thing I wanna do...Gotta love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm gonna look at this from a different perspective. God has me here for a reason, maybe I'm supposed to spend time with an old friend or do something to bless someone else over the break. Who knows? Only God knows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578773315928661420-5981975989258354407?l=always-anchored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/feeds/5981975989258354407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578773315928661420&amp;postID=5981975989258354407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/5981975989258354407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/5981975989258354407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-joys-of-being-youngest.html' title='Oh the joys of being the youngest...'/><author><name>Always Anchored</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07156172217283846435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuUhCqQ2Dp8/SWwscdcu6aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/86WTRwhsXAw/S220/199.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578773315928661420.post-3629598434371258532</id><published>2008-12-27T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:09:44.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Christmas...</title><content type='html'>Gotta love time spent with the fam. I truly do enjoy getting to see my whole family. My aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, brother-in-laws and sisters...We always have a good time. But it's so interesting to see how different each side of the family is. Now I could go on to elaborate all that goes on between our families, but I don't think it's important. What's important is that we enjoy each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's besides the point. I just recently picked up a book called A Man Worth Waiting For by Jackie Kendall, I believe. It obivously talks about what all I am to look for in a man. This author is good, but she seems to be a bit corny a lot of the time. For instance, she gives the example of a young man whispering to his buddies, "Hey, she's totally a P-31 chick." Honestly, What college aged guy is gonna say that to his friends? Come to find out, this young man is the author's son, which explains a lot. It's not to say that isn't what many young men look for, but it's probably not the first thing they notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this book has been so awesome to read. It relates relationships biblically and from a woman's perspective who has dealt with sexual abuse and many other things. That's another reason I think the book is good and why God allows us to go through certain trials and tribulations that may seem so unbareable at the time, but are worth it in the end: she can now minister to younger girls who have gone through the same thing or something similar and has the ability to minister to them. Wow, what a ministry opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in this book, it compares a Bozo to a Boaz. Boaz had such a great relationship with his wife, Ruth. I encourage you to go read the story in Ruth. But the Bozo is the one that does all the wrong things, in case you didn't catch that...I'll elaborate more on this soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll write more on this later, but I need to go hang out with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578773315928661420-3629598434371258532?l=always-anchored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/feeds/3629598434371258532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578773315928661420&amp;postID=3629598434371258532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/3629598434371258532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/3629598434371258532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-christmas.html' title='This Christmas...'/><author><name>Always Anchored</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07156172217283846435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuUhCqQ2Dp8/SWwscdcu6aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/86WTRwhsXAw/S220/199.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578773315928661420.post-7930577236782767896</id><published>2008-11-28T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:58:41.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new revelation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Wow, seeing old friends is really refreshing. I got to see some high school friends tonight that I haven't seen in a while. It's interesting to see how a few months away from home in a different atmosphere with different people can change your perspective on things. Some of my friends go to small colleges and some go to large universities, yet we were still all able to come together and act as if it were the "old times" again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I know, for me especially, I went to a small private Christian school for 13 years of my life. I never thought I would be going to a public university, yet it happened. I didn't realize how many different types of people there are. So many have different views on everything. Religion and beliefs, morals, teaching styles...everything! I guess it just took me by surprise since I had been in this little bubble my whole life, not truly experiencing all that there is outside of Christianity. It's not to say that I regretted this time of being in a bubble-like atmosphere, because I strongly believe it is what made me who I am today, because I was able to grow in a "safe" environment. But I do wish that I had been able to have more opportunities in that "safe" environment to learn how to deal with those who don't necessarily believe the same way I do. Of course, then that brings me to the question...How do you deal with those people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;In some cases I've learned it's easier to keep your opinions to yourself, for instance, when dealing with an outspoken person. In other cases, I've learned how to express myself without seeming too pushy. Often times, I feel as if Christianity is a religion that is forced on other people in the wrong way. For instance, the street evangelists, yelling at all the onlookers that they are going to hell unless they accept Jesus Christ and give up their evil ways. I'm sure the person screaming had their heart in the right place, however, that's not how anyone wants to be treated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;All this to say, when I have lovely chats with my old friends at Starbucks about how they've been able to share and grow in their faith, I realize often times that each one of us have different ways in which we grow. Hence, I've been challenged in new ways by being reunited with old friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you change a life today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578773315928661420-7930577236782767896?l=always-anchored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/feeds/7930577236782767896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578773315928661420&amp;postID=7930577236782767896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/7930577236782767896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578773315928661420/posts/default/7930577236782767896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://always-anchored.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-revelation.html' title='A new revelation'/><author><name>Always Anchored</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07156172217283846435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NuUhCqQ2Dp8/SWwscdcu6aI/AAAAAAAAAAU/86WTRwhsXAw/S220/199.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
