<?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-8226692394823355166</id><updated>2011-11-16T04:22:19.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming less and less</title><subtitle type='html'>~*~John 3:30
He must increase, but I must decrease.~*~

The beautiful process
of dying to myself,
until only HE remains...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-7245811984553867206</id><published>2011-08-31T04:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T04:37:09.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love pursuing music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 100% confident that its what God created me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a pretty cool feeling. To know God built you for a very specific purpose and to be able to pursue it. There's plenty of much better musicians, singers, and songwriters out there, and maybe I'll never make it big, but God has opened the doors for me to be able to do it full-time and I'm jumping in. I'm overwhelmed with gratefulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4GF5t7WpL5g/Tl4cQU3idPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cV_98xT8xZk/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4GF5t7WpL5g/Tl4cQU3idPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cV_98xT8xZk/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646982049574319346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set aside hours every day to brush up on old original material I'll be recording, work on harmonies, listen to some of the legends (Bob Dylan, Led Zeppelin, etc), try to come up with new songs, and voice training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The date is set and soon to be released concerning my first recording session. Yeah yeah! :-D&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that The Lord makes it financially possible and that my focus stays on HIM and my music glorifies HIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-7245811984553867206?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/7245811984553867206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/08/music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7245811984553867206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7245811984553867206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/08/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4GF5t7WpL5g/Tl4cQU3idPI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cV_98xT8xZk/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-6005886081435941563</id><published>2011-08-28T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T04:38:01.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does it mean to be a Godly woman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LTk6-JX9598/TlpstYWa6cI/AAAAAAAAAOU/CaoTR2a_Lbs/s1600/woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LTk6-JX9598/TlpstYWa6cI/AAAAAAAAAOU/CaoTR2a_Lbs/s400/woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645944609748740546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I used to read the last half of Proverbs 31 every day. You know... the section about the virtuous woman? And I'd try to picture a woman today and what she would dress like, act like, what her daily routine would be, how she treated others, how she treated her husband and how she treated other men and women, how she parented, what time she got up in the morning, how disciplined she was etc... And I suppose I always pictured a woman who had it pretty well together with a balanced schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday while I sat in a Do Hard Things conference and was being taught to do what's right and avoid what's wrong when it hurts I realized what an emotional mess a virtuous woman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;must be. She's strong because she's knows she's incredibly weak. She gives up things she craves, wants and desires because she puts others before herself. Yeah, she's strong and she perseveres but its because she's so willing to suffer and sacrifice for a greater purpose. A virtuous woman appears like someone who has it together because she's obtained God's peace by accepting that she never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;will have it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why this virtuous woman "smiles at the future" while the rest of are panicking over what may or may  not happen. She's okay with not knowing, not controlling, not being able to plan her path. She knows life is fleeting and she lives for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful God brought this message to my attention, because I DON'T have it together and - praise God - I don't need to!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-6005886081435941563?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/6005886081435941563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-does-it-mean-to-be-godly-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6005886081435941563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6005886081435941563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-does-it-mean-to-be-godly-woman.html' title='What does it mean to be a Godly woman?'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LTk6-JX9598/TlpstYWa6cI/AAAAAAAAAOU/CaoTR2a_Lbs/s72-c/woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-2356697650281289271</id><published>2011-07-17T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T10:21:46.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missions Trip and Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvRuz_V-Fp8/TiMZdv8UNLI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-uWhrRYhuNM/s1600/nashville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvRuz_V-Fp8/TiMZdv8UNLI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-uWhrRYhuNM/s400/nashville.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630371958019601586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Its so nice to finally have a chance to blog. Last week I spent six days in Nashville Tennessee serving at Cottage Cove, a Christian facility for kids where we would watch them, play with them, and teach them Bible lessons all day. It was an awesome opportunity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I've also had the opportunity to be at home the past few days and take a big breather. Its been so busy, and, even though I've loved every minute of it, I was ready to take a break. My parents have been gone for a couple of days on business and I've been taking care of the house and spending my evenings watching movies. Tomorrow its back to normal life though. Lots of school! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-2356697650281289271?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/2356697650281289271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/07/missions-trip-and-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2356697650281289271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2356697650281289271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/07/missions-trip-and-life.html' title='Missions Trip and Life'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GvRuz_V-Fp8/TiMZdv8UNLI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-uWhrRYhuNM/s72-c/nashville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-3787994132806083647</id><published>2011-05-31T05:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T05:46:43.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practicing Yoga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MwphAogry8Y/TeTjFPuAW2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/5f5UQrvTW7k/s1600/Yoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MwphAogry8Y/TeTjFPuAW2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/5f5UQrvTW7k/s400/Yoga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612860714868824930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yoga, my friends, is a marvelous stress-buster! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This Summer, I am doubling up on school (as opposed to taking a break), preparing for a missions trip, leading a Bible study, and joining another worship team. I have a bit on my plate, you see. And I already struggle with anxiety. I've memorized many comforting verses that have helped me through it, but I knew I needed more ways to cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've started practicing meditation and yoga!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Now, I used to be against meditation. I thought it was dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: webdings;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PhLMGfc97l0/TeThvV8M_DI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9X6juM2BLzw/s1600/meditate-jungle.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PhLMGfc97l0/TeThvV8M_DI/AAAAAAAAAN4/9X6juM2BLzw/s400/meditate-jungle.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612859239070235698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; because I'd heard some people say that to meditate is to "open your mind" which can be dangerous for a Christian. Not so. I mean, it can be if you do it that way, but when I meditate I make a point of focusing on God. You sit outside with your legs crossed, hands on your knees, open to the sky, eyes closed. Listen to the birds, wind, etc, and focus on God's beautiful creation. It's so relaxing - and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And then there's yoga. They kind of go hand-in-hand. Most people who are big on Yoga typically meditate too. But doing Yoga for exercise is very relaxing and freeing, and I'm doing it more and more. Both of these things are doing wonders to keep my stress under control. I totally recommend doing them. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;All right. I need to get started on my homework! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-3787994132806083647?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/3787994132806083647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/05/practicing-yoga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/3787994132806083647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/3787994132806083647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/05/practicing-yoga.html' title='Practicing Yoga'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MwphAogry8Y/TeTjFPuAW2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/5f5UQrvTW7k/s72-c/Yoga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-639920754271509157</id><published>2011-05-21T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T17:35:52.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BxBNV1GHCeY/TdhaPhwy8qI/AAAAAAAAANo/tuMuRNPf6ZQ/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BxBNV1GHCeY/TdhaPhwy8qI/AAAAAAAAANo/tuMuRNPf6ZQ/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609332558697525922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I haven't blogged in a while so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been taking piano lessons from a very patient teacher, and it's been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to be more disciplined. In every way. Eating habits, school, music practice, exercise, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... life is good and God is great. I'm outa here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-639920754271509157?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/639920754271509157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/05/music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/639920754271509157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/639920754271509157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/05/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BxBNV1GHCeY/TdhaPhwy8qI/AAAAAAAAANo/tuMuRNPf6ZQ/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-3206679903849917111</id><published>2011-04-08T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T06:16:19.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Do you ever get refreshed in your relationship with God? Out of nowhere you're just so excited over what He's done for you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;That's where I am, and it's incredible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The feeling of a Father who welcomes me back with open arms is new again. Thinking of His grace makes me send up an "I love you Daddy" prayer all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Possibly the most amazing thing I've ever known is that God can forgive a sinner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thank you Jesus. ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-3206679903849917111?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/3206679903849917111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/04/salvation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/3206679903849917111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/3206679903849917111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/04/salvation.html' title='Salvation'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-4588331463954164667</id><published>2011-03-16T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T14:27:48.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore throat</title><content type='html'>I came down with a bit of a cold Monday. With a really bad sore throat. Ugh. This is like my thousandth sore throat. I. Hate. It. Luckily I found a new trick that helps it feel really fast and I can talk a little already (that's a fast recovery for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get better and tackle some new music stuff with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I'm laying around watching television. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll catch up on some reading now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livvy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-4588331463954164667?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/4588331463954164667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/03/sore-throat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/4588331463954164667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/4588331463954164667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/03/sore-throat.html' title='Sore throat'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-2698617306158884025</id><published>2011-03-08T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T05:44:12.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30 - A picture of someone you miss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-savWMnL70Yc/TXYyGRY2KFI/AAAAAAAAANI/bHElVhHo5lo/s1600/em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-savWMnL70Yc/TXYyGRY2KFI/AAAAAAAAANI/bHElVhHo5lo/s400/em.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581703871500527698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mrs. Emily McDonald. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barry took her away - and if he weren't such a great person himself, I'd probably be angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's my "big sister", and the main person who got me through what is still the hardest thing I've ever experienced. I love her dearly, and miss her very much!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8226692394823355166-2698617306158884025?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/2698617306158884025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-30-picture-of-someone-you-miss.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2698617306158884025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2698617306158884025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-30-picture-of-someone-you-miss.html' title='Day 30 - A picture of someone you miss.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-savWMnL70Yc/TXYyGRY2KFI/AAAAAAAAANI/bHElVhHo5lo/s72-c/em.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-1927640383826815022</id><published>2011-02-25T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T04:34:24.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-liLv9r03WLo/TWehp2R0S9I/AAAAAAAAANA/5pSMSQxBWWs/s1600/162920_1753328279538_1428854787_31859044_4577583_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-liLv9r03WLo/TWehp2R0S9I/AAAAAAAAANA/5pSMSQxBWWs/s400/162920_1753328279538_1428854787_31859044_4577583_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577604403838602194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teen group. Me and Emma made an outfit for Katie Justice out of wrapping paper.&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-1927640383826815022?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/1927640383826815022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-29-picture-that-can-always-make-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/1927640383826815022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/1927640383826815022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-29-picture-that-can-always-make-you.html' title='Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-liLv9r03WLo/TWehp2R0S9I/AAAAAAAAANA/5pSMSQxBWWs/s72-c/162920_1753328279538_1428854787_31859044_4577583_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-896498349441154548</id><published>2011-02-24T03:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T03:53:29.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 28 - A picture of something you're afraid of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pr1QbdYJ7NU/TWZGnGnjWyI/AAAAAAAAAM4/EMlyG70y5U4/s1600/doctor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pr1QbdYJ7NU/TWZGnGnjWyI/AAAAAAAAAM4/EMlyG70y5U4/s400/doctor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577222826150288162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors... I've had some not-so-fun trips to the ER. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-896498349441154548?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/896498349441154548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-28-picture-of-something-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/896498349441154548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/896498349441154548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-28-picture-of-something-youre.html' title='Day 28 - A picture of something you&apos;re afraid of.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pr1QbdYJ7NU/TWZGnGnjWyI/AAAAAAAAAM4/EMlyG70y5U4/s72-c/doctor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-8233838029831812541</id><published>2011-02-24T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T03:51:34.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QCNrGJ4MrzM/TWZGDrygotI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Jvz2uJNAXGI/s1600/46014_423740630966_631105966_5167991_935545_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QCNrGJ4MrzM/TWZGDrygotI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Jvz2uJNAXGI/s400/46014_423740630966_631105966_5167991_935545_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577222217653068498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Me and the brother at Chuck E Cheese for our little brother's birthday party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt; We are so cool. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-8233838029831812541?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/8233838029831812541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-27-picture-of-yourself-and-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8233838029831812541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8233838029831812541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-27-picture-of-yourself-and-family.html' title='Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QCNrGJ4MrzM/TWZGDrygotI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Jvz2uJNAXGI/s72-c/46014_423740630966_631105966_5167991_935545_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-4880131978490248860</id><published>2011-02-24T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T03:49:01.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6VpUmPf3Rw/TWZFcUZDTQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bVmq26xADMA/s1600/5010_92126185966_631105966_2188562_7849309_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6VpUmPf3Rw/TWZFcUZDTQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bVmq26xADMA/s400/5010_92126185966_631105966_2188562_7849309_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577221541357374722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family vacation. I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure where we were in this photo... It was our trip out west. Maybe Oregon? I think this is 1880 town. Hmm. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-4880131978490248860?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/4880131978490248860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-26-picture-of-something-that-means.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/4880131978490248860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/4880131978490248860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-26-picture-of-something-that-means.html' title='Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y6VpUmPf3Rw/TWZFcUZDTQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/bVmq26xADMA/s72-c/5010_92126185966_631105966_2188562_7849309_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-3227629067428593617</id><published>2011-02-24T03:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T03:41:58.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 25 - A picture of your day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LXP_9-v-hvA/TWZD3y8xNFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RnFsY0yhcco/s1600/IMG_3671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LXP_9-v-hvA/TWZD3y8xNFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RnFsY0yhcco/s400/IMG_3671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577219814393459794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I know I'm so behind on this stupid thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But here was my day yesterday: school, school, and more school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;fun stuff. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-3227629067428593617?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/3227629067428593617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-25-picture-of-your-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/3227629067428593617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/3227629067428593617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-25-picture-of-your-day.html' title='Day 25 - A picture of your day.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LXP_9-v-hvA/TWZD3y8xNFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/RnFsY0yhcco/s72-c/IMG_3671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-7997062245085268408</id><published>2011-02-20T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T19:59:01.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YU_HO7nD4UU/TWHiz4cyQpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nOqXg8u12aQ/s1600/home-recording-studio-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YU_HO7nD4UU/TWHiz4cyQpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nOqXg8u12aQ/s400/home-recording-studio-photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575987194615710354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;the fact that I'm NOT recording - that's something I wish I could change! I miss singing!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-7997062245085268408?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/7997062245085268408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-24-picture-of-something-you-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7997062245085268408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7997062245085268408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-24-picture-of-something-you-wish.html' title='Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YU_HO7nD4UU/TWHiz4cyQpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nOqXg8u12aQ/s72-c/home-recording-studio-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-2554705435125111291</id><published>2011-02-19T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T08:19:55.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g6aSBeXrnmU/TV_thbNGDyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/n0Xb_2YsUAg/s1600/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g6aSBeXrnmU/TV_thbNGDyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/n0Xb_2YsUAg/s400/kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575436022202109730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Probably some of the best fiction I've ever read.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, anything from this guy is outstanding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-2554705435125111291?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/2554705435125111291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-23-picture-of-your-favorite-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2554705435125111291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2554705435125111291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-23-picture-of-your-favorite-book.html' title='Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g6aSBeXrnmU/TV_thbNGDyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/n0Xb_2YsUAg/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-2989289072033384549</id><published>2011-02-18T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T04:12:49.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wYrsZAomZmQ/TV5h8Dr7kgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QegsT_wBvDk/s1600/girls-basketball1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wYrsZAomZmQ/TV5h8Dr7kgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QegsT_wBvDk/s400/girls-basketball1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575001073140863490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sports! I'm not coordinated..... at all. I'm the girl that does the artsy stuff. It would be nice to be good at more than one thing, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-2989289072033384549?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/2989289072033384549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-22-picture-of-something-you-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2989289072033384549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2989289072033384549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-22-picture-of-something-you-wish.html' title='Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wYrsZAomZmQ/TV5h8Dr7kgI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QegsT_wBvDk/s72-c/girls-basketball1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-8104269863514558835</id><published>2011-02-17T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T04:43:19.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wqwfP9kAp4s/TV0XxkyDkQI/AAAAAAAAAMA/w9iC7aMxVLA/s1600/heartbreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wqwfP9kAp4s/TV0XxkyDkQI/AAAAAAAAAMA/w9iC7aMxVLA/s400/heartbreak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574638054209196290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rvt212aq7Q/TV0Xa2sR89I/AAAAAAAAAL4/6s-BhYbP3iA/s1600/regret-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heartbreak, and the scars it left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-8104269863514558835?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/8104269863514558835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-21-picture-of-something-you-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8104269863514558835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8104269863514558835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-21-picture-of-something-you-wish.html' title='Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wqwfP9kAp4s/TV0XxkyDkQI/AAAAAAAAAMA/w9iC7aMxVLA/s72-c/heartbreak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-2584575331677464068</id><published>2011-02-16T19:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T19:32:07.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYBdyvJHRm4/TVyWnVlCIKI/AAAAAAAAALw/daYW-aBS-3Y/s1600/newzealand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYBdyvJHRm4/TVyWnVlCIKI/AAAAAAAAALw/daYW-aBS-3Y/s400/newzealand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574496041329369250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New Zealand. I think it would be just amazing.&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/8226692394823355166-2584575331677464068?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/2584575331677464068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-20-picture-of-somewhere-youd-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2584575331677464068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2584575331677464068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-20-picture-of-somewhere-youd-love.html' title='Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you&apos;d love to travel.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mYBdyvJHRm4/TVyWnVlCIKI/AAAAAAAAALw/daYW-aBS-3Y/s72-c/newzealand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-3905177803322097239</id><published>2011-02-15T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T13:02:31.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19 - A picture of you when you were little.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A039CRBzJCU/TVrpadZrmbI/AAAAAAAAALo/yWPmPJ-hO1I/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A039CRBzJCU/TVrpadZrmbI/AAAAAAAAALo/yWPmPJ-hO1I/s400/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574024129602623922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pretty cute, huh? :) &lt;/span&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/8226692394823355166-3905177803322097239?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/3905177803322097239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-19-picture-of-you-when-you-were.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/3905177803322097239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/3905177803322097239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-19-picture-of-you-when-you-were.html' title='Day 19 - A picture of you when you were little.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A039CRBzJCU/TVrpadZrmbI/AAAAAAAAALo/yWPmPJ-hO1I/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-1211986197018844605</id><published>2011-02-14T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T03:29:10.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18 - A picture of your biggest insecurity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cv0NXw9WBcU/TVkRzhj6hDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_lPz3h4iV0M/s1600/beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cv0NXw9WBcU/TVkRzhj6hDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_lPz3h4iV0M/s400/beauty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573505590727705650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just looks in general are what REALLY bother me. The contest to look better than other beautiful women. It's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-1211986197018844605?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/1211986197018844605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-18-picture-of-your-biggest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/1211986197018844605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/1211986197018844605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-18-picture-of-your-biggest.html' title='Day 18 - A picture of your biggest insecurity.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cv0NXw9WBcU/TVkRzhj6hDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_lPz3h4iV0M/s72-c/beauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-7732512132205373706</id><published>2011-02-13T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T11:00:52.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NvyatuK_4Y8/TVgp5b1DuoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/G5RruXKvtsw/s1600/745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NvyatuK_4Y8/TVgp5b1DuoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/G5RruXKvtsw/s400/745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573250605570570882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I wasn't sure what picture to use, but this seemed like a good'n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's had a a huge impact on my life lately is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;the love of Jesus&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously. I'm going through an amazing journey with Jesus, and feel closer to Him than ever before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-7732512132205373706?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/7732512132205373706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-17-picture-of-something-that-has.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7732512132205373706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7732512132205373706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-17-picture-of-something-that-has.html' title='Day 17 - A picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NvyatuK_4Y8/TVgp5b1DuoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/G5RruXKvtsw/s72-c/745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-5591436290938853028</id><published>2011-02-12T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T07:13:47.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D7PZoxgv3kk/TVajHvCJQ0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UcEDgxpOAFo/s1600/nettie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D7PZoxgv3kk/TVajHvCJQ0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UcEDgxpOAFo/s400/nettie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572820942197441346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh my goodness. So many wonderful things about this woman! I think the way in which she inspires me most is with her perseverance and work ethic - along with her unconditional trust in, and love for God. I love you Nettie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-5591436290938853028?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/5591436290938853028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-16-picture-of-someone-who-inspires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/5591436290938853028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/5591436290938853028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-16-picture-of-someone-who-inspires.html' title='Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D7PZoxgv3kk/TVajHvCJQ0I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/UcEDgxpOAFo/s72-c/nettie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-1126833372568519252</id><published>2011-02-11T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T03:40:01.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bv1GuNYiqnE/TVUfm7LAtZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hzu0kYo99vI/s1600/ChooseLife_268x178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bv1GuNYiqnE/TVUfm7LAtZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hzu0kYo99vI/s400/ChooseLife_268x178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572394867520222610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;To help at a Crisis Pregnancy Center. I've been more and more passionate about wanting to save lives, and help the mothers looking for direction. It's something I've wanted to be involved in for a long time. &lt;/span&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/8226692394823355166-1126833372568519252?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/1126833372568519252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-15-picture-of-something-you-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/1126833372568519252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/1126833372568519252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-15-picture-of-something-you-want-to.html' title='Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bv1GuNYiqnE/TVUfm7LAtZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/hzu0kYo99vI/s72-c/ChooseLife_268x178.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-2777339681121328836</id><published>2011-02-10T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T03:31:52.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14 - A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sCPkGAhjdeQ/TVPMfvUE4FI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ww_F2Qe3yQM/s1600/threesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sCPkGAhjdeQ/TVPMfvUE4FI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ww_F2Qe3yQM/s400/threesome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572022009636118610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mom and my Aunt Dory.&lt;br /&gt;Two very amazing women that I love and aspire to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-2777339681121328836?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/2777339681121328836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-14-picture-of-someone-you-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2777339681121328836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2777339681121328836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-14-picture-of-someone-you-could.html' title='Day 14 - A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sCPkGAhjdeQ/TVPMfvUE4FI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ww_F2Qe3yQM/s72-c/threesome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-1640512305905825033</id><published>2011-02-09T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T03:44:13.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TVJ9ysmqeyI/AAAAAAAAAII/lz8tlAjyfb8/s1600/rsj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TVJ9ysmqeyI/AAAAAAAAAII/lz8tlAjyfb8/s400/rsj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571653998930983714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For about nine years now.&lt;br /&gt;She's been my favorite artist and the one who inspired me to sing in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca St.James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-1640512305905825033?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/1640512305905825033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-13-picture-of-your-favorite-band-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/1640512305905825033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/1640512305905825033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-13-picture-of-your-favorite-band-or.html' title='Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TVJ9ysmqeyI/AAAAAAAAAII/lz8tlAjyfb8/s72-c/rsj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-5830524615851225079</id><published>2011-02-08T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:08:10.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12 - A picture of something you love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TVIDa5-br5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Kx3d3s6_vh8/s1600/starbucks_gingerbread_latte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TVIDa5-br5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Kx3d3s6_vh8/s400/starbucks_gingerbread_latte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571519449784889234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;♥  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; ♥ ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; ♥ ♥ &lt;/span&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/8226692394823355166-5830524615851225079?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/5830524615851225079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-12-picture-of-something-you-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/5830524615851225079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/5830524615851225079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-12-picture-of-something-you-love.html' title='Day 12 - A picture of something you love.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TVIDa5-br5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Kx3d3s6_vh8/s72-c/starbucks_gingerbread_latte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-6825281181409319303</id><published>2011-02-07T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:28:04.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11 - A picture of something you hate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TU-7Gu4mTNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ysvcSrp5zWE/s1600/country-music-licensing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TU-7Gu4mTNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ysvcSrp5zWE/s400/country-music-licensing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570876988419624146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In so many ways...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-6825281181409319303?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/6825281181409319303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-11-picture-of-something-you-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6825281181409319303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6825281181409319303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-11-picture-of-something-you-hate.html' title='Day 11 - A picture of something you hate.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TU-7Gu4mTNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ysvcSrp5zWE/s72-c/country-music-licensing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-905867530547176178</id><published>2011-02-06T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T11:13:09.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TU7ymyZohEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Zu00wtIQ95Y/s1600/arizona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TU7ymyZohEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Zu00wtIQ95Y/s400/arizona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570656537282118722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yeah, me and Emma are pretty crazy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-905867530547176178?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/905867530547176178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-10-picture-of-person-you-do-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/905867530547176178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/905867530547176178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-10-picture-of-person-you-do-most.html' title='Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TU7ymyZohEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Zu00wtIQ95Y/s72-c/arizona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-654259406682909321</id><published>2011-02-05T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T09:07:35.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TU2DaqO6-pI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2WpwwQ15oxs/s1600/meandkatie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TU2DaqO6-pI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2WpwwQ15oxs/s320/meandkatie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570252808163883666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Katie Justice. For sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God has used her to get me through SO much, and to keep me from making some seriously bad decisions. She's taken so much weight off my shoulders with her Godly advice and wisdom. I just love her to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-654259406682909321?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/654259406682909321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-09-picture-of-person-who-has-gotten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/654259406682909321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/654259406682909321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-09-picture-of-person-who-has-gotten.html' title='Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TU2DaqO6-pI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2WpwwQ15oxs/s72-c/meandkatie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-6099228535999671635</id><published>2011-02-04T02:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T02:47:43.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUvYqnjEM5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/5l_1wa-mLCA/s1600/1"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUvYqnjEM5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/5l_1wa-mLCA/s400/1" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569783590855914386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Haha. Me, Olivia Lindstrom, and Greg Justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;This was the morning after we'd spent the first night on the fall retreat with the youth group, and me and Olivia were both wiped out and so not ready to start the day. So we went downstairs and crashed on the couch in the lounge area, and Autumn decided to take a picture with Greg "creepin'". Too awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-6099228535999671635?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/6099228535999671635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-08-picture-that-makes-you-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6099228535999671635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6099228535999671635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-08-picture-that-makes-you-laugh.html' title='Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUvYqnjEM5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/5l_1wa-mLCA/s72-c/1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-8892669497653760518</id><published>2011-02-03T05:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T05:13:33.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUqpzTuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1qEBiL1tb78/s1600/guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUqpzTuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1qEBiL1tb78/s400/guitar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569450588131089138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My guitar(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8226692394823355166-8892669497653760518?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/8892669497653760518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-07-picture-of-your-most-treasured.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8892669497653760518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8892669497653760518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-07-picture-of-your-most-treasured.html' title='Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUqpzTuk2vI/AAAAAAAAAG4/1qEBiL1tb78/s72-c/guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-2317409704507835939</id><published>2011-02-02T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T06:12:39.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUllyhOozvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/E50NRX_YEx4/s1600/nichole_nordeman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUllyhOozvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/E50NRX_YEx4/s400/nichole_nordeman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569094332807958258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;This is Nichole Nordeman, an amazing Christian singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't listen to her stuff all that often, but the overall idea of what her life is like is what I dream of mine being like someday. She's a wife and a mother, and also a songwriter and singer. She finds time to spend with her family, and occasionally travels to hold concerts as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-2317409704507835939?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/2317409704507835939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-06-picture-of-person-youd-love-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2317409704507835939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2317409704507835939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-06-picture-of-person-youd-love-to.html' title='Day 06 - A picture of a person you&apos;d love to trade places with for a day.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUllyhOozvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/E50NRX_YEx4/s72-c/nichole_nordeman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-6334511748284223684</id><published>2011-02-01T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:30:56.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 05 - A picture of your favorite memory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUgm4a2i6aI/AAAAAAAAAGk/S2Sn_B9sPGE/s1600/arizona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUgm4a2i6aI/AAAAAAAAAGk/S2Sn_B9sPGE/s320/arizona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568743689966250402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;The missions trip to Arizona last Summer! It was amazing, and changed my life in a lot of ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;This is my BFF Josh that I met there - he's awesome!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8226692394823355166-6334511748284223684?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/6334511748284223684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-05-picture-of-your-favorite-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6334511748284223684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6334511748284223684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-05-picture-of-your-favorite-memory.html' title='Day 05 - A picture of your favorite memory.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUgm4a2i6aI/AAAAAAAAAGk/S2Sn_B9sPGE/s72-c/arizona.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-8437324886181789394</id><published>2011-02-01T07:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:20:00.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 04 - A picture of your night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUgkNKcmv2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/1vbU4kRh0a8/s1600/IMG_3527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUgkNKcmv2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/1vbU4kRh0a8/s320/IMG_3527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568740747804852066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;I wasn't able to get online last night, but here's what I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard there was an ice storm coming, and our power might go out, soooo, I made sure we had plenty of snacks just in case. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-brownies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blueberry muffins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cinnamon muffins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-8437324886181789394?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/8437324886181789394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-04-picture-of-your-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8437324886181789394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8437324886181789394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-04-picture-of-your-night.html' title='Day 04 - A picture of your night.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUgkNKcmv2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/1vbU4kRh0a8/s72-c/IMG_3527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-1624180944103458900</id><published>2011-01-30T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T10:31:10.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUWuApJyPuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C_CPI_DQB1M/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUWuApJyPuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C_CPI_DQB1M/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568047840383614690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUWsjKzdxmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2Fh41g3zfsc/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUWsjKzdxmI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2Fh41g3zfsc/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568046234509100642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                     8 Simple   Rules  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilmore Girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I couldn't pick one. I watch both of these shows allll the time. Even though they only play reruns now. I think they're great!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-1624180944103458900?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/1624180944103458900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-03-picture-of-cast-from-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/1624180944103458900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/1624180944103458900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-03-picture-of-cast-from-your.html' title='Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUWuApJyPuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/C_CPI_DQB1M/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-5965831591607915532</id><published>2011-01-29T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T07:13:38.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been close with for the longest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUQtgadPc9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Um-nZvLyAKg/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUQtgadPc9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Um-nZvLyAKg/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567625074217808850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yup! Miss Katie Prevost, out of all my closest friends, has been there the longest.&lt;br /&gt;It's a rare friend that stays in your life for very long at all, but me and Katie have been good friends for around six years now.&lt;br /&gt;We've laughed, cried, fought, had really awkward moments that we still laugh about together, but all in all we've had a GREAT friendship.&lt;br /&gt;She's always there to be whatever I need for comfort. To be happy, sad, or angry for me. Katie, you're great! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-5965831591607915532?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/5965831591607915532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-02-picture-of-you-and-person-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/5965831591607915532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/5965831591607915532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-02-picture-of-you-and-person-you.html' title='Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been close with for the longest.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUQtgadPc9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/Um-nZvLyAKg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-6890179330688569841</id><published>2011-01-28T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T05:03:44.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 - a picture of yourself with fifteen facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUK6eKYY9JI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_UKs0mmP5DE/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUK6eKYY9JI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_UKs0mmP5DE/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567217116728849554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Thirty day picture thingy, inspired by my amazingggg friend Emily who's doing the same thing!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) I love coffee. I'm drinking some right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) I enjoy the paraphrase "the message" and read from it often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) I love to cook and bake. Sometimes I get burnt out from it, other times I need to do it for stress relief. Odd. It either adds stress or takes it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) I have very specific dreams that I have to hand over to God daily, because I've clung to them so long and feel He's calling me to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) I love hair and makeup products. If I could take two hours to get ready every day, I definitely would. I'm such a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6) Me and my best friends laugh so hard we cry over things that aren't even truly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7) I have an OCD problem with feeling like my email and facebook get "cluttered" and I have to delete something. So far I've deleted 20 pages of messages, ten "friends" that I never talk to, around 70 photos, and over 500 "likes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8) I'm a morning person. I've tried to be a night owl - and I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9) If I'm so angry or upset that I can't calm down, I deep clean the house. It helps every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10) I play guitar for my youth group worship team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11) I love speaking. Like, giving my testimony. Even though it makes me REALLY nervous and I usually end up crying, it's one of my favorite things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12) I'm incapable of leaving a project unfinished. I've started books I couldn't stand, but I HAD to finish that book, even if it took me four months. It's an issue, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13) I'm a complainer, and thankfulness is a constant goal for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14) I overthink everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15) I love Jesus with all of my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-6890179330688569841?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/6890179330688569841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-1-picture-of-yourself-with-fifteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6890179330688569841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6890179330688569841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-1-picture-of-yourself-with-fifteen.html' title='Day 1 - a picture of yourself with fifteen facts'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TUK6eKYY9JI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_UKs0mmP5DE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-2744964056713141814</id><published>2011-01-08T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T15:29:46.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TSjzYl0Q9NI/AAAAAAAAAEs/m8Rnvga_u24/s1600/IMG_3424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TSjzYl0Q9NI/AAAAAAAAAEs/m8Rnvga_u24/s400/IMG_3424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559961343782614226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having fun with my espresso machine a lot here lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made a great big Vanilla Latte (made with soy, being lactose intolerant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me happy :) :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-2744964056713141814?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/2744964056713141814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/01/coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2744964056713141814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2744964056713141814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2011/01/coffee.html' title='Coffee :)'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-142hICTIkI/TSjzYl0Q9NI/AAAAAAAAAEs/m8Rnvga_u24/s72-c/IMG_3424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-2956764436956233739</id><published>2010-12-27T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T06:27:29.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawing Closer</title><content type='html'>God is teaching me so much lately. &lt;br /&gt;I very recently had my heart broken, and I'm still in pain over it, but I know God is using it to teach me forgiveness, to stay vulnerable and willing to love, and to lean on Him. I've gradually slipped away from Him and now I'm running back and embracing ANOTHER second chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also been blessing me in some huge ways. I'm meeting up with one of my best friends and accountability partner this week. I'm going out to the movies with my family to see the new Narnia movie. I'm having music practice for my next special at church. And I'm spending a day in a recording studio! SO thankful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last week off school for a very long time, unfortunately. But it should be a good'n. So I'll be spending my spare time planning out my (final:) school year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better get my day started...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-2956764436956233739?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/2956764436956233739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/12/drawing-closer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2956764436956233739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2956764436956233739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/12/drawing-closer.html' title='Drawing Closer'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-8327947405868422575</id><published>2010-11-12T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T16:55:20.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I'm beginning to realize that every time I blog it's when I'm upset. So I apologize but once again this post is gonna be a downer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I am exhausted. My heart is tired. My body is tired. My mind is tired. I'm all around drained, and I'm crying out to God day and night for answers and getting nothing. I have to compose myself in public to keep from bursting into tears. There isn't one thing that is bothering me more than anything else. There are three huge issues weighing on my heart. To say life is hard right now would be an understatement. I'm not going to name them; they're too personal, but I would ask for your prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;All I want is to please God in my decisions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;I went to rest on the couch for a few minutes and my mom glanced at me, then stopped and looked at me again and said, "Olivia, you look so tired." I guess the makeup isn't doing such a great job hiding my tired eyes here lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Yeah, I'm wallowing in self-pity right now, if you couldn't tell. But my reasons are legit, I promise. I need help. Serious advice. And comfort. I feel very alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Thank you to everyone who reads this and remembers to pray for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-8327947405868422575?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/8327947405868422575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/11/prayer-request.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8327947405868422575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8327947405868422575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/11/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-6083717752533596083</id><published>2010-11-07T13:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T17:57:55.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't even know. I just started writing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I thought I was alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But turned and saw Him there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He said "Stop pretending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;as if I'm not everywhere." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I said "What is it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What am I doing wrong?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He said "Be still, let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Stop holding on." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then He took my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And held it tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Said "I'll handle tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Rest here for tonight." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So I settled in His arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And gave Him my trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I said "What will I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When the morning comes?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He said "Hush now, you'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll guide you every step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Child, I was always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Shut out by your selfishness." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I said "God what about the storms?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He said "I'll be there through the night"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I said "When I'm broken, when I'm torn?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He said "I'll never leave your side" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I said "What about my sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And all the things I've done?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;He said "Daughter you're forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I look at you and I see my son." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-6083717752533596083?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/6083717752533596083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-even-know-i-just-started-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6083717752533596083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6083717752533596083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-even-know-i-just-started-writing.html' title='I don&apos;t even know. I just started writing.'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-8077790325717321894</id><published>2010-11-04T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T11:04:09.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm gonna pull a Social Network and rant about my anger on the internet. Oh well. I prefer typing my feelings out rather than writing it by hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guys are babies. They will say anything to make you believe that they have your best interest in mind, and they're good at it. They know the right things to say, when they're just really immature and insensitive and jealous. They're arrogant, and really don't have a CLUE when the women in their life are hurting, and the only way to get their attention is to make it painfully obvious. They'll tell you you're beautiful, gorgeous, amazing..... so sweet. :) who's the other lucky lady you're also texting that to, jerk? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, to be fair: Women send guys on an emotional rollercoaster by changing moods every two minutes and getting angry that the poor dude can't keep up. We're controlling, hormonal, and we twist everything they say into an insult (sorry, but it's fun :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also: I have plenty of guys in my life that are very dear to me, that set amazing Christ-like examples, that are exceptions to the faults I just blurted out, and that I love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hopefully that evens it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toodles! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-8077790325717321894?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/8077790325717321894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/11/men.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8077790325717321894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8077790325717321894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/11/men.html' title='MEN'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-4094752780586800791</id><published>2010-10-30T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T20:52:47.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I can't hardly handle these emotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;They're irrational troubles - things that shouldn't bother me. But thinking about them... ugh. I just wanna burst into tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;God God God give me a way out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-4094752780586800791?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/4094752780586800791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cant-hardly-handle-these-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/4094752780586800791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/4094752780586800791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cant-hardly-handle-these-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-2191814137627561164</id><published>2010-10-26T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T14:42:20.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Inhaler!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I've been having asthma attacks nearly every evening for the past week, and I recently got a new inhaler, and have been taking it three times a day (well, twice each time. Not supposed to take it anymore than that.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And over the past three days I've noticed that I'm constantly depressed and on the edge of tears.... wondering if Albuterol had any side affects so I looked it up... The most common side affects?... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia, verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;allergic  reactions, aggression, agitation, anxiety, appetite loss, depression,  diarrhea, dizziness, drowsiness, dry mouth, headache, light-headedness,  muscle cramps, nausea, nervousness, nightmares, restlessness, ringing in  the ears, insomnia, urinary problems, vomiting, back pain, fever, and  fatigue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been getting several of these, depression the worst. Ugh! Can't wait to be able to stop taking this stupid thing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay, done venting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-2191814137627561164?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/2191814137627561164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/10/stupid-inhaler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2191814137627561164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2191814137627561164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/10/stupid-inhaler.html' title='Stupid Inhaler!!!!'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-2136903787378516438</id><published>2010-10-22T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T05:29:55.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Security</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am definitely putting myself way behind on my day by taking the time to type this, but I need to... I'd much rather type out my feelings, than write them by hand at the moment... sometimes that doesn't work so well, because, let's face it, people only want to know so much about you. O.o Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I just started (as in like, half an hour ago) reading a book by Beth Moore called "So Long Insecurity". Insecurity is something I struggle with.. I guess everybody does if we're honest, but, yeah... anyway... See, I've been spoiled growing up. I've always known I was loved, considered lovely, people were proud of me... not everyone, but my family and close friends at least - they smothered me with this adoration. And I've allowed myself to totally lean on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Obviously it's a huge self-esteem booster for any girl to be told she's beautiful... But Beth Moore raised a critically important question... What IF we're never told that again? What security is left for us? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So what has been going through my mind these past few minutes, that I'm going to try and let change my entire perspective on my self-image is this: If no one ever says "I love you", "You are so beautiful" "I'm proud of you" "I miss you"... if I never hear anything like this again, never feel adored, or loved... is God sufficient? Is His love, the fact that I was made in His image, that He adores me and created me to look exactly like the beautiful, one-of-a-kind, daughter-of-The-King that I am... is that enough? Could I go my entire life without a shred of human praise, and be fully secure and confident when I look at myself through God's eyes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Not at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But it's not an unrealistic goal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In fact, it's the only thing that will satisfy my natural human desire to be accepted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So that's what I'm going to start working toward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Finding my dignity at the cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-2136903787378516438?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/2136903787378516438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/10/true-security.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2136903787378516438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2136903787378516438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/10/true-security.html' title='True Security'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-8904803011789878013</id><published>2010-09-25T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T02:01:20.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;My heart hurts so badly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; Time is supposed to heal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;But time passes so slowly when you have a broken heart. I want to redo what I've done, but what I did was the right thing. I know it. God confirmed it in my heart and mind. But oh, how it hurts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; I have to keep reminding myself to rest in His arms... that's the only thing keeping me from taking it all back. And I would so regret doing that, knowing it's not God's will for my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; I have to stay strong, I have to obey, but how do I ignore the pain? It's affecting me physically. Changing my sleeping and eating pattern, taking away my ability to focus on anything for any amount of time, and literally giving me headaches... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Creator, only you take brokenness, and create it into beauty once again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; I know God will make something incredible out of this. And that doesn't comfort me at all. The pain is there just the same. But it doesn't matter. All that matters is that He be glorified through the choices I make. That's all that matters. That's all I live for. Him. God. Jesus. Lord. Daddy. Father. Abba. My Savior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Father, if You are willing, remove this cup from me. Yet not my will, but Yours be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-8904803011789878013?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/8904803011789878013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/09/pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8904803011789878013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8904803011789878013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/09/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-7526264804153084980</id><published>2010-08-31T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T02:24:31.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So last Wednesday I came down with a cold.... yuck! :( I was determined that I could push through it without rest and still get better... me. With my pathetic immune system, hahahahha. Yeah, so I've basically been in denial that I'm even sick. Going out with my friends, doing school and cleaning around the house. Taking drugs to cover it up and still eating garbage. I've been paying too. Sunday is the worst I've felt in a long time so yesterday I really let myself rest. I didn't do anything else but rest and I feel MUCH better. I'm gonna do the same today.... The only reason I'm blogging at five in the morning is because I've been up since three, unable to sleep. Bleh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for other things in life.... I'm going to get my license sometime this September. :)) I'm pretty nervous about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's this incredible song from Switchfoot that just recently has been playing on the radio called "Your love is a song". Ohhh, it's so beautiful and so worshipful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm starting to get a lot better as a guitarist. Learning lots of new stuff, I'm so excited! I've been "stuck" as a musician for quite a while, not knowing how to improve any further without lessons, even though I know I have a ton left to learn, and I'm finally coming out of that and finding new avenues of musical growth... glorious. :) Speaking of music, I want to request prayer, as usual, for my music career which is still on hold. I reallyyyyyy want to see something happen. BUT! This isn't about me, it's for God's glory... so I'll wait for His timing, however long that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well... I suppose I should try to sleep, eh? We'll see how that goes, haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Livvy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-7526264804153084980?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/7526264804153084980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/08/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7526264804153084980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7526264804153084980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/08/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-1649612083132230651</id><published>2010-07-06T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:18:50.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding it all in</title><content type='html'>Agh. What's wrong with me? I have communication problems. I hate hurting people's feelings. I hate being controlling. I hate being annoying. So much so that sometimes I don't SPEAK UP when I need to. And then I get upset. And no one knows it but me. And it's my fault. I really need to learn to communicate to people how I feel about things, because I'm making myself miserable. Please pray for me on this topic! Thanks! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-1649612083132230651?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/1649612083132230651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/07/holding-it-all-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/1649612083132230651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/1649612083132230651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/07/holding-it-all-in.html' title='Holding it all in'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-3635267489401070388</id><published>2010-06-12T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:40:52.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  Oh my goodness. What would I do without my music? What an incredible gift from God music is. It can make you cry, in the best way. Almost like it makes you feel closer to Heaven. You know - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt; type of music. Often just a single instrument. A piano. A violin. It absolutely takes my breath away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Music is my only sanity sometimes. When I'm upset, angry, sad, I shut myself in my room, pick up my guitar or turn on my keyboard and just play whatever best expresses the emotions I need to get out. It calms me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;When I think about the fact that music is a gift to us from God... it just gives me the most worshipful state of mind whenever I'm listening to something that really touches me. I'm not talking about lyrics, although words can be extremely powerful, but the emotion that comes purely from music and music alone. It can excite you, relax you, melt you, make you absolutely heartbroken... simply from sound. How powerful is that? What kind of awesome God must we have for something like that to even be possible? To be so completely moved ... by a sound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Nine years ago God used music to change my life. It's through music that He's chosen to use me. Which I consider quite a privilege. Even though I'm still yet to make it big in the music industry, I've been onstage enough to know how easy it is to take it for granted. Every time I perform is an absolute honor to serve The King. God, help me to never forget that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Thankyou Jesus for music!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-3635267489401070388?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/3635267489401070388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/06/music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/3635267489401070388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/3635267489401070388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/06/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-2530970863396945657</id><published>2010-06-11T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T10:50:18.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer = ewww</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;So, I love Spring. It has this reawakening-type feeling and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; is always perfect. But then comes Summer. And it's hot. And you cannot escape that heat. Even with AC it's, just....hot. So I thought I'd try to go along with it and plant a flower garden. We have a HUGE flower bed. So far I have been weeding for a total of five hours. My back hurts. I am dripping sweat - no, seriously. I look like I just took a dip. And it's 100% sweat. Yucky!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;BUT, I'm sure that once my lovely flowers are planted.... I'll still hate Summer. Hahahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Winter is so wonderful. Why does everyone hate it? I love looking out the window and seeing the world completely white while I'm snuggled under a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate next to a crackling fire. Is it just me, or is that bliss? Eh? EH??? Summer's horrible. The End. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-2530970863396945657?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/2530970863396945657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-ewww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2530970863396945657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2530970863396945657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-ewww.html' title='Summer = ewww'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-6196923090785259609</id><published>2010-05-20T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T03:51:34.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Life is so beautiful. Not because of things that are happening necessarily - if I were in control, I would probably have quite a few more things happening (and not happening for that matter!) for myself, but thank goodness I don't have that power - God is much more trustworthy with my life, and He's teaching me to love every moment that I put it in His hands and sigh a deep sigh of relief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I get up pretty early every day so I have time for exercise, school, helping with my sibling's school, and helping my mom cook. My day starts at 6:00 am and ends around 8:00 in the evening, when I can talk to Aaron, my best friend, listener, Godly-advice-giver, comforter, and my boyfriend. (: Then I go to bed around 9:30-10:00 and read till about 10:30 when I have no trouble immediately drifting off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thankyou God, for every moment that You are in control, and not me. I love you so much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 103:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Praise the LORD, O my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all my inmost being&lt;/span&gt;, praise His Holy Name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-6196923090785259609?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/6196923090785259609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/05/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6196923090785259609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6196923090785259609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/05/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-8699402966634082366</id><published>2010-04-30T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T03:27:59.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gets tough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm sitting here with my coffee. It's six in the morning. I'm tired. I'm burnt-out. I'm done. All I've wanted these past couple days is a hug and some reassurance. But I've been watching some friends push me out of their lives here lately and it's a feeling I'm all too familiar with, but it always hurts the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So, I'm in a difficult spot here, as you can see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Now what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Well, I'm depressed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Then what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Well, then I need some time just me and God to recover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Then what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Then, eventually... God would take my hand and help me, and I would get back up and go back to the life He's blessed me with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My God loves me with an extravagant love, and He will give me strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My God loves me with an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  &gt;extravagant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; love, and He does NOT make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;That's what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-8699402966634082366?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/8699402966634082366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-life-gets-tough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8699402966634082366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8699402966634082366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-life-gets-tough.html' title='When life gets tough...'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-7532969421676255551</id><published>2010-04-09T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T11:00:36.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Passing Through (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Lately God's really been teaching me how to focus on His Kingdom. We say we're just "passing through" but I think that in reality we, even as Christians, get way to comfortable here. Our life is like a vapor (James 4:14). We're here to conform to His image and glorify His name using whatever dreams He's put in our hearts as a means of witnessing. It's so difficult to live with that mindset sometimes. This life is short. We're here, then we're gone, but we get to spend eternity with Him. :) The one who loves me more than I could ever imagine. I get to be with Him forever. What could be more wonderful than that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I see now why it's sooo important to ask God to refresh my mind and heart every day. I'm so sinful, and so easily go back to only thinking of myself. But if I look at the big picture, I see that my time here is very short, and that gives me something wonderful to look forward to someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalm 23:6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Surely goodness and lovingkindness will follow me all the days of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will dwell in the house of The Lord forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-7532969421676255551?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/7532969421676255551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-passing-through.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7532969421676255551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7532969421676255551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-passing-through.html' title='Just Passing Through (:'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-2577313257783048333</id><published>2010-04-08T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:58:45.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The moments in a quiet room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Where all you can hear is the scratching of your pen against the paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; And your own soft murmurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Of what you're about to write  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; In a seemingly ordinary room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; That seems somehow beautiful in the dim candlelight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Strumming the rough guitar strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; To one of the first songs you ever wrote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; While looking out at the sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; And listening to laughter through the wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Remembering the good things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; While laying the harder things at his feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; And dreaming of what He might have planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Drinking something hot in front of the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; While it snows outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; And your dog sleeps at your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; When a friend looks at you and says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; "I love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; For no other reason than just that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Will I ever truly know what it's like to count my blessings? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how could I ask for more? ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-2577313257783048333?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/2577313257783048333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/04/moments-in-quiet-room-where-all-you-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2577313257783048333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/2577313257783048333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/04/moments-in-quiet-room-where-all-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-7177818975840774073</id><published>2010-03-13T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:10:00.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tell her she's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for her every day&lt;br /&gt;Don't push anything&lt;br /&gt;Pray for her constantly&lt;br /&gt;Tuck her hair behind her ear&lt;br /&gt;Protect her purity&lt;br /&gt;Hold her hand&lt;br /&gt;Tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;...But only if you mean it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-7177818975840774073?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/7177818975840774073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/03/tell-her-shes-beautiful-that-you-thank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7177818975840774073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7177818975840774073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/03/tell-her-shes-beautiful-that-you-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-3620464037511341813</id><published>2010-02-06T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:53:13.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Second Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I impatiently tapped the desk with my pencil, chin in hand, elbow resting against the desk, as another tear slid off my nose and onto the paper. I was DEEP into the journal now. How many times had I scratched out a sentence and tried to start over? But where I'd taken my story was not working... I kept getting hurt and kept hurting others. And the more I tried to fix it, the more sentences I scratched out till the whole thing was just a mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"I'm still waiting," I heard Him whisper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I sighed, "Okay... I'm sorry... I'm SO sorry. Please, is there any way to fix what I've done?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;No response. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Lord?" I whispered, desperate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;No reply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I reached to wipe my tears and found that my face was already dry. I looked down at my journal, expecting to find my screwed-up story. Instead, I found it open on the first page. It was blank, and the pen was gone. I smiled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;He had taken it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-3620464037511341813?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/3620464037511341813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/02/second-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/3620464037511341813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/3620464037511341813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/02/second-chance.html' title='A Second Chance'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-6621251186832644672</id><published>2010-01-25T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T03:42:32.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;It's 6:36 am and I'm sitting here with a cup of coffee. I sat in bed for about fifteen minutes wondering if I was really going to get up so early. I finally did and when I looked in the  mirror I found that I looked like a ghost... with a few zits and puffy eyes. Haha! I really did have a draining day yesterday - but my goodness, it was amazing! I got to help my teen group in an outreach thing at a nursing home and met some very sweet older women. I also went to my teen group as normal the same evening. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'm gonna spend some time with Jesus here in a few minutes. He's so amazing. Really been emphasizing LOVE in my life lately. One night I went to bed and just lye there and smiled and felt like He was saying "I've ALWAYS loved you this much - you're just now realizing it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I love you Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;-Olivia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-6621251186832644672?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/6621251186832644672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-636-am-and-im-sitting-here-with-cup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6621251186832644672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6621251186832644672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-636-am-and-im-sitting-here-with-cup.html' title=''/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-8088781938758058697</id><published>2009-12-19T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T03:50:24.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm waiting for my music ministry to move ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm waiting to meet my future husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm waiting for a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm waiting for a spark of songwriting creativity. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm waiting for a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I'm waiting for a more clear direction in life in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But, reading my own words, I also see that I have all the time in the world to spend with Jesus. Everything seems so pointless, endless, repetitive... but I have so many opportunities throughout the day to simply "be" with Jesus. If nothing else, I am learning to be content. To put it in God's hands instead of trying to take control because I don't approve of where I am. I don't know why he's making me wait for so many things. I don't know if it even has anything to do with me. I just know that this is  my time with Him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Without a career draining me emotionally and physically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;As a single person who can FULLY focus on God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Right where God wants me to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I recently wrote a short song. Some of the lyrics goes like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Thank you Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;For not giving me my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Thank you Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;That all I have is today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Thank you Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;That life isn't fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Thank you Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;For not granting this prayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;As Francis Shaeffer so wisely said "Nothing would terrify me more than to know that I could ask for anything today and get it. Because I don't know enough." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I trust in God, being all-knowing and loving me so deeply, as opposed to myself, because i am finite, and there's simply no way I could know what's best for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Here am I Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Send me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Your faithful daughter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Olivia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-8088781938758058697?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/8088781938758058697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/12/contentment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8088781938758058697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8088781938758058697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/12/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-7012796613900917506</id><published>2009-11-21T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T12:08:26.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Okay, so cooking is something that I did NOT want to try for the longest time. Why? Well, because I had made little dishes before and enjoyed it, but I feared becoming domesticated... I wanted to love a busy life, and had my mind set to be a busy person, constantly out of the house... which I still love doing, but, hey, don't be afraid to try something out.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mom got busy and started needing help so I started doing almost all of the cooking. At first, I was so overwhelmed and just panicky all the time about it... but, seriously people. If you will go slow, clean as you cook, and start with simple recipes (Rachael Ray :) you will LOVE it! It's so relaxing, it takes zero skill... oh my. I just love it. Love, love, LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;So there is my latest rant... I am done now. Now go cook something! Don't be afraid to love it like I was... I was missing out. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-7012796613900917506?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/7012796613900917506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/11/cooking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7012796613900917506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7012796613900917506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/11/cooking.html' title='Cooking'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-5065141417174995361</id><published>2009-11-05T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:34:55.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember, remember, the fifth of November...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;So, it's late and honestly I should be doing homework, but you know what? I worked my butt off today and I'm DONE. Yes, I may regret it tomorrow, but I need a freaking break so I'm taking it. Thinking about watching V for Vendetta tonight. ;) The language is pretty strong in it and I recommend TVG (TV Guardian - inexpensive and worth it!) to watch it, but it has such a great message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I'm going to go get a cup of tea and enjoy my evening. Good night Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;-Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-5065141417174995361?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/5065141417174995361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/11/remember-remember-fifth-of-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/5065141417174995361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/5065141417174995361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/11/remember-remember-fifth-of-november.html' title='Remember, remember, the fifth of November...'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-6909051883900769840</id><published>2009-10-28T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T08:42:46.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I just got done doing a week's worth of algebra and reading an hour of "City of God" from St. Augustine and my brain is kind of done... but I have another hour of reading to do. :( So I'm taking a brain break and writing a blog! Yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What to say? Ummm I'm wearing a brown turtleneck, I'm eating chicken for lunch, I'm hungry allll the time, I waste way too much time on facebook and I'm catching up with God a lot lately cause I just haven't been spending enough time with Him. Anyway.. That's it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;-Olivia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-6909051883900769840?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/6909051883900769840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/10/brain-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6909051883900769840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6909051883900769840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/10/brain-break.html' title='Brain Break'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-7429265403170238115</id><published>2009-10-15T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:23:39.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You know, in a way I think it's easier to answer the hard, deep questions. Questions that make you really have to think to come up with an answer. Because when someone looks at you and says, "How do you get saved?", "Is there such a thing as a second chance?" or "Who is Jesus?" your mind is so freaking overwhelmed with the millions of different ways you could answer such a question, that you don't know where to start.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I was recently asked such a question and I was so scared that I might say something wrong, put it the wrong way, so I said a quick prayer asking for guidance and just started talking... at first it all felt like a confusing mixture of a thousand different points but slowly I came around to saying the most important things, and it started flowing, and I concluded my thought... and was successful in helping this person to understand. Anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;What else is new? Well, I recently started the maker's diet and have lost eight pounds. :) Just twelve more to go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ooh! I heard an interesting question the other day "what happens if you're going at the speed of light and you turn your headlights on?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;And that's about it! Okay - bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-Olivia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-7429265403170238115?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/7429265403170238115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-in-way-i-think-its-easier-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7429265403170238115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7429265403170238115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-in-way-i-think-its-easier-to.html' title=''/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-4186478387968128834</id><published>2009-08-28T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:00:22.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food and music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, last night me and my mom saw Julie &amp;amp; Julia together. It was wonderful. Funny, romantic, and inspiring. Afterward, we went to the cheesecake factory and caught up with each other about life over bread, a bowl of pasta, and red velvet cheesecake. It's funny how you can be in the same house with someone like your mom all the time and have no idea what's going on in the each other's life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't have long, I need to get started on lunch (hamburgers and potato wedges - but for supper, BLT's!:), but as far as music goes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, I know I say this a lot, but I think I'm finally about to record a full length album. No, really. Maybe it will fall through like so many other things in the past, but God's timing is always right, and I'm not about to give up. Other than that, I will be singing a special (one of my originals!) at my church soon. :) Oh, and I'm picking up on harmonica! Hehe! It's very easy, and very fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, time to make lunch. And to the few people in the world who actually read this blog, please leave a comment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-Olivia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-4186478387968128834?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/4186478387968128834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/08/food-and-music.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/4186478387968128834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/4186478387968128834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/08/food-and-music.html' title='Food and music'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-3114028744635819371</id><published>2009-08-17T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:22:00.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I've been so obsessed with cooking lately - something I never thought I would care for. Lately I've made greek salad, basil pasta with mussels, honey mustard cutlets, green chili enchiladas, deep-fried ravioli, and buffalo chicken strips. Most of my recipes are from Rachael Ray and Jamie Oliver. It's so much fun!!! I could spend hundreds of $$ just in kitchen supplies too. So happy to have found yet another hobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;More later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;-Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;1 Corinthians 10: 31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all to the glory of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-3114028744635819371?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/3114028744635819371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/08/cooking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/3114028744635819371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/3114028744635819371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/08/cooking.html' title='Cooking'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-6671389831468808802</id><published>2009-07-08T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T03:45:14.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~ LOVED ~*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Despite my imperfection, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I can cast my anxieties on Him, because He cares for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(1 Peter 5:7)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Despite my shortcomings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;He has loved me with an everlasting love, He has drawn me with loving-kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Jeremiah 31:3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Despite my all my flaws - all my sin compared to HIS unconditional love - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mostly what God does is love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Ephesians 5:2 The Message)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-6671389831468808802?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/6671389831468808802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/07/loved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6671389831468808802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/6671389831468808802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/07/loved.html' title='~*~ LOVED ~*~'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-7135768795893942318</id><published>2009-05-28T16:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:42:58.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1,000 miles from home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sitting in the campground office not ten minutes from the badlands. In fact, there's an incredible view of them right outside our camping spot. We hiked for four hours through it today and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; hot - My arms and face are totally burnt! Ha ha! Anyway - we're in South Dakota, obviously, and it took us three long days of driving to get here. It's rather lovely to be able to relax for an afternoon and not have to spend it in the car. I've got like seven books shoved in  the car for the road - so excited to catch up on my reading! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tomorrow we will be seeing Mt. Rushmore and traveling to our next campground. About a ninety minute drive, as opposed to six hours. What a relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I walked up to a picnic table right in front of the view of The Badlands in our campsite and just prayed and tried to "be" before I took out my pen and paper and wrote a new song. :) Amazing words are written when you are truly focused on God!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are a thousand little detail I could write, but... yeah, they're not that interesting. ;) he!he!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sure I will be writing again soon!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Livvy~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Psalm 34:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I will bless the Lord at all times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;His praise shall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;continuously&lt;/span&gt; be in my mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-7135768795893942318?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/7135768795893942318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/05/1000-miles-from-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7135768795893942318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7135768795893942318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/05/1000-miles-from-home.html' title='1,000 miles from home'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-5734155363478536583</id><published>2009-05-22T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:05:24.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is a God of NEWNESS! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Have you ever reached that point in your life (probably more than once) where you felt like you were stagnating? I've been struggling to come out of that point for over a year now. God is opening so many doors here lately, and it's scary. There's the possibility of moving, getting a band, recordings are looking more affordable... All I can do is pray that God bring the next chapter of my life into play because I'm so ready for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Every time I give something to Him and follow Him He never lets me down. We think that if we don't give ourselves some flexibility outside the Christian walk to bend the rules then we'll never have any fun, but I think that if we would just listen and follow hard after Him we could see what an amazing adventure this walk with Christ really is!! It's hard to come to the realization that God didn't just make the ten commandments because He could. Each one if for our protection and happiness. We have to realize that if something is not 100% pleasing to Him it cannot possibly lead to happiness (C.S.Lewis "The Problem of Pain). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Anyway! On a lighter note - me and my family are packing our bags for a LONG vacation out west (a whole month!) and will be leaving this coming Monday! Fun stuff - and frankly, everyone here could use a vacation, haha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Later peeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Livvy-*-^*&lt;*&gt;~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Isaiah 43:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Behold, I will do something new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Now it will spring forth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Will you not be aware of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I will even make a roadway in the wilderness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Rivers in the desert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-5734155363478536583?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/5734155363478536583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-is-god-of-newness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/5734155363478536583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/5734155363478536583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-is-god-of-newness.html' title='God is a God of NEWNESS! :)'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-1022835091512565720</id><published>2009-04-24T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:05:28.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary and Martha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;  Possibly my favorite story in the bible is in Luke, when Jesus and his disciples go into the home of Mary and Martha to rest, and while Martha is in the kitchen, stressing out and trying to prepare dinner, Mary is sitting at Jesus' feet, listening intently to his every word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I can be so bad about using my busy schedule to fill up my time and keep my mind occupied so I don't have to think about all the stuff going on in life. Lately, God's really been teaching me the art of simply being - being with Him. That art of not accomplishing anything by doing the best thing you can, which is spending time with him. Taking walks with Him outside alone, reading his word, sitting and staring out a window while silently pouring your heart out to Him. Just to be able to look at all the crap going on in life and say "I know you're in control - it is well with my soul."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I have a lot on my mind right now, and my heart is very heavy today, and I'm scared, so I'm going to take my own advice and go spend some quality time with my first love! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Olivia~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Luke 10:38-42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" id="en-NASB-25402" class="versenum" value="38"&gt;38&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Now as they were traveling along, He entered a village; and a woman named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="xref" value="" href="%22#cen-NASB-25402AL%22" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;AL)"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2010;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-25402AL" title="See cross-reference AL"&gt;AL&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Martha welcomed Him into her home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NASB-25403" class="versenum" value="39"&gt;39&lt;/sup&gt;She had a sister called &lt;sup class="xref" value="" href="%22#cen-NASB-25403AM%22" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;AM)"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2010;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-25403AM" title="See cross-reference AM"&gt;AM&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;Mary, who was &lt;sup class="xref" value="" href="%22#cen-NASB-25403AN%22" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;AN)"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2010;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-25403AN" title="See cross-reference AN"&gt;AN&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;seated at the Lord's feet, listening to His word. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NASB-25404" class="versenum" value="40"&gt;40&lt;/sup&gt;But &lt;sup class="xref" value="" href="%22#cen-NASB-25404AO%22" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;AO)"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2010;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-25404AO" title="See cross-reference AO"&gt;AO&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;Martha was distracted with all her preparations; and she came up to Him and said, "Lord, do You not care that my sister has left me to do all the serving alone? Then tell her to help me." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NASB-25405" class="versenum" value="41"&gt;41&lt;/sup&gt;But the Lord answered and said to her, "&lt;sup class="xref" value="" href="%22#cen-NASB-25405AP%22" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;AP)"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2010;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-25405AP" title="See cross-reference AP"&gt;AP&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;Martha, Martha, you are &lt;sup class="xref" value="" href="%22#cen-NASB-25405AQ%22" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;AQ)"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2010;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-25405AQ" title="See cross-reference AQ"&gt;AQ&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;worried and bothered about so many things; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;sup id="en-NASB-25406" class="versenum" value="42"&gt;42&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup class="xref" value="" href="%22#cen-NASB-25406AR%22" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;AR)"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2010;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-25406AR" title="See cross-reference AR"&gt;AR&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;but only one thing is necessary, for &lt;sup class="xref" value="" href="%22#cen-NASB-25406AS%22" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;AS)"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2010;&amp;amp;version=49;#cen-NASB-25406AS" title="See cross-reference AS"&gt;AS&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/sup&gt;Mary has chosen the good part, which shall not be taken away from her." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-1022835091512565720?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/1022835091512565720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/04/mary-and-martha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/1022835091512565720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/1022835091512565720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/04/mary-and-martha.html' title='Mary and Martha'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-3146276214456054302</id><published>2009-04-03T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:53:43.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>giving it to GOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I'm reading a fascinating book from C.S.Lewis right now called "The Problem of Pain".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;In one chapter, he brought up the common question: "Are we born sinful in such a way that we are destined to be terrible creatures and it's not our fault, or IS it our fault that we sin constantly?" He continued to describe us as spoiled brats. It's really interesting if you think about it that way. On one hand, no, it is not your fault that you were given the freedom to do whatever you want and were therefore raised in a spoiled environment, but it is your fault that you chose to do wrong, because no matter how you are raised God has still wired you to know right from wrong, being made in HIS image. He gave us free will and we abused it. And because we've been raised in this "spoiled" environment,  no matter how much we think that we have killed that rebellious spirit in us that doesn't seek God, it is still alive and still needs to  continue "dying". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Other than that - I just got back from a week long trip to North Carolina with my dad! We climbed four mountains in the Black Mountain Range and went canoing too. I gained six pounds from all the junk I ate, but I'm getting back on a good healthy diet today. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Since this week is spring break, my teen group has been doing something together every day. Today we're supposed to do Ultimate Frisby all day but it's wet, so I don't know how they're gonna adjust their plans yet... Everybody there is so awesome! I just love hanging out with all of 'em...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Ba! It's late.. I need to do my devotions and start on lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Livvy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-3146276214456054302?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/3146276214456054302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/04/giving-it-to-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/3146276214456054302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/3146276214456054302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/04/giving-it-to-god.html' title='giving it to GOD'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-7729377768763851332</id><published>2009-03-13T06:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:12:28.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Hey ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I haven't blogged in a while... Honestly, that's because there isn't a whole lot to catch up on. I haven't been doing anything. Our mountain climb got postponed a couple weeks since I got sick, and I haven't gotten out of the house just to hang with a friend since December. :/ Luckily, that's about to change though! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;So my friend Alee is in a school play tomorrow and I'm hoping to go to that and Monday I get to see my friend Emily. :) Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I have so many people that love me... I am very blessed. I was doing devotions the other day and asking God if He would bring "the one" into my life sometime soon, and over the past couple weeks, He's really spoken to my heart and just said, "For this season of life Olivia, I need you to fall in love with ME." So I turned to the gospels and have been reading through them and focusing on getting to know who Jesus is. It's the most intimate thing EVER to read about Him and focus on His love and then close your bible and pray knowing that your talking to that very person. It's like the very key to falling in love with Him is focusing on how much He loves you. Of course it's because that our desire as people (okay - as a girl:) is to be loved compassionately and deeply. How can you not love someone that loves you more than you will ever understand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Showing love has been a huge challenge for me for a long time and something God's been working on in me lately. In fact, I was having such a hard time forgiving someone who hurt me time and time again that I sat down in tears and just begged God to give me the strength and show me how to love the unlovable.... and He said one word: "Agape."... It's one of the Greek words for love. It's the type of love that you choose to give. It has nothing to do with what the person has done, it is purely a choice to  love no matter what. Agape was demonstrated on a cross. The perfect picture of selflessness. That night was a very painful, very important breaking point for me. So many times we ask God to work on our hearts, and we're very honest and sincere, we simply don't understand the cost. It's like there's this wall of protection around you the first time that you really feel on fire for God. But the longer you follow God, the more that wall is torn down, and you see the cost of being the only one standing for truth - and yet the beauty of it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay... that's enough rambling for now. I've got to go! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;~Olivia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Romans 12:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-7729377768763851332?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/7729377768763851332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7729377768763851332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/7729377768763851332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-8685660747124092637</id><published>2009-03-02T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:05:39.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Fit 4 Du Mountains!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Wow.. it's been forever since I posted... it's really busy around here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;So, I am now actually getting UP when my alarm goes off at six o'clock every morning and I'm trying to get myself in bed at ten every night... which hasn't been happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Me and my dad are going to go climb two or three mountains in the Black Mountain Range in about a week. We've been eating really good and working out really hard for about three weeks now to prepare! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Other than that, not a lot is going on. Just the same ol' routine around the house every day, but I'm learning to love it. God has blessed me SO much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;~*~Olivia~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Galatians 6:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Let us not lose heart in doing good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;for in due time we will reap if we do not grow weary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-8685660747124092637?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/8685660747124092637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-fit-4-du-mountains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8685660747124092637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8685660747124092637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-fit-4-du-mountains.html' title='Getting Fit 4 Du Mountains!!'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-8402696629837245492</id><published>2009-01-23T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:50:47.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   I have been having a hard time fixing my sleep here lately. I think I've set my alarm for 6 a.m. for the past week and literally listen to it go off for 60 seconds straight while I'm half asleep, and then get up at eight or nine, haha! Anyway, last night I was hyper and wide awake at midnight, and Stephen (my older brother and my buddy!) was in bed trying to get to sleep. So I sat at the end of his bed and kept the poor guy up forever just talking to him and telling him how board I was, and telling him stories and splashing a little water on his face when I got really bored a couple of times... and he just took it all like a good brother...he cracks me up. We must have stayed up till one in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, this morning, as usual, I ignored my alarm and woke up at nine o'clock in my parent's bed (they're out of town...good times...good times) and I turned on the TV and watched the Rachael Ray show and drank two cups of coffee which motivated me (the caffeine, that is) to work out for an hour. And, so, I'm sitting here and desperately need to shower and then make lunch for me and my siblings. I'm also so hoping that the Bon Jovi DVD I ordered comes in the mail today! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;FYI - I'm back in the studio, and putting a band together. Please keep my ministry in your prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's all for now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~Livvy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ephesians 3:20, 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;Now to Him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who is able to do far more abundantly beyond all that we ask or think&lt;/span&gt;, according to the power that works within us, to Him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations forever and ever. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-8402696629837245492?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/8402696629837245492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleepless-nights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8402696629837245492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8402696629837245492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless nights'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-208284703870597482</id><published>2009-01-04T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T06:50:32.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music! Music! MINISTRY!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are going to be gone Monday through Wednesday (?). I have to start school back up Monday, both for myself and for my sibling. Yuck. However!! I'm hoping to start working on an album (Yes, you heard correctly dear friends!:) in March... Hopefully! I really need everybody's prayers here. Finances are not looking the best for my family lately which will greatly affect whether or not it happens. : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally starting to pick back up on guitar and I'm so excited! I'm really hoping to join a church and a songwriting group and find a band soon to start touring around this time next year, so please pray for that too! Because we don't have any $$ we're counting on people to help us out without counting on anything in return so there is absolutely no guaranty anything will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to get a cold here. I feel gross off and on. Must stop the sugar intake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's about it. Tomorrow it's back to lots of music practice, lots of cooking, lots of school, and lots of quiet time with God as always!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livvy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-208284703870597482?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/208284703870597482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/01/music-music-ministry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/208284703870597482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/208284703870597482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2009/01/music-music-ministry.html' title='Music! Music! MINISTRY!!'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-9012343870008330557</id><published>2008-12-25T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T06:59:21.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Well, it's Christmas morning, and my parents are both down with a stomach flu virus as well as my little sister (to add to our already hard circumstances!). So, afew minutes ago, I was lying in my bed feeling sorry for myself, when it occurred to me what an awesome opportunity this was to truly focus on Jesus on Christmas. I have unopened gifts under the tree right now, and the weird thing is, I really don't even care. When I'm done writing this, I'm going to do my devotions, and read the Christmas story in Luke.&lt;br /&gt;Every time something small (or big) like this happens, I can always hear God saying, "Olivia! Wake up! Can't you see this is your opportunity to come closer to me? I've given you the privilege of having no one but me to lean on in this moment, and I want so badly for you to see that this is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that we're even going to have Christmas today. My little brother, Ethan, is being so patient. He's given so much effort to be good and he hasn't asked to open a gift once!&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful to be able to have alone time with Jesus. Right here. Right now. To come closer to Him through what seems like a terrible day, and prepare my heart for the tougher ones ahead. I love how God can turn depressing situations into a total blessing. And I haven't even began to see all He can do.&lt;br /&gt;Job 26:12-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-13448" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-13480" class="sup"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; By his power he churned up the sea;&lt;br /&gt;       by his wisdom he cut Rahab to pieces. &lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-13481" class="sup"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt; By his breath the skies became fair;&lt;br /&gt;       his hand pierced the gliding serpent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-13482" class="sup"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; And these are but the outer fringe of his works;&lt;br /&gt;       how faint the whisper we hear of him!&lt;br /&gt;       Who then can understand the thunder of his power?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-9012343870008330557?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/9012343870008330557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/9012343870008330557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/9012343870008330557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-8677418466421519367</id><published>2008-12-14T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:42:16.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song in the works</title><content type='html'>So... as a lot of you guys know, we're going through a bit of a hard time here at home. Well, a few weeks ago, when things started getting hard, my mom was hugging me while I cried and softly said, "Maybe you'll write a beautiful song out of all this." I didn't think anything of it at the time, but God has spoken to my heart in so many ways, that, the other night, I finally felt ready to sit down with pen and paper. So I said a little prayer, and here is the beginning of the first song I've written in a long time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings are lost behind&lt;br /&gt;Words I can't seem to find&lt;br /&gt;All I am&lt;br /&gt;Has faded away&lt;br /&gt;I feel exposed&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So say the words&lt;br /&gt;I cannot speak&lt;br /&gt;And be my strength&lt;br /&gt;When I am weak&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that it took so long&lt;br /&gt;To admit that I am nothing alone&lt;br /&gt;It takes me crashing to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Unable to move or make a sound&lt;br /&gt;To realize you are all I need&lt;br /&gt;For you must become more&lt;br /&gt;And I must decrease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hurt&lt;br /&gt;But I am healed&lt;br /&gt;For I am loved&lt;br /&gt;The promise is sealed&lt;br /&gt;If that is all the hope I have -&lt;br /&gt;Your unchanging love -&lt;br /&gt;Then for that I'm glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut my  mouth&lt;br /&gt;And change my heart&lt;br /&gt;Mend it where&lt;br /&gt;It's broken apart&lt;br /&gt;Here's my offer&lt;br /&gt;Here's my hand&lt;br /&gt;Here's my life&lt;br /&gt;Lord, Here I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-8677418466421519367?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/8677418466421519367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2008/12/song-in-works.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8677418466421519367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/8677418466421519367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2008/12/song-in-works.html' title='Song in the works'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8226692394823355166.post-4283225483185156578</id><published>2008-12-12T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:15:57.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally starting a blog here! WOO HOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to name my page "Becoming less and less" because of one of my all time FAVORITE verses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John 3:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He must become greater; I must become less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I have to scoot right now, but I can't wait to get started on here. TTYL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livvy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8226692394823355166-4283225483185156578?l=decreasing4him.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/feeds/4283225483185156578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/4283225483185156578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8226692394823355166/posts/default/4283225483185156578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decreasing4him.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!'/><author><name>OliviaKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883464353444674049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qdzZbdYNyQs/TVkbGIHpDAI/AAAAAAAAALI/50S6B6gt0-I/s220/huh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
