<?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-8758347914500372152</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:52:20.247-06:00</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='childhood'/><category term='mood swings'/><category term='healing'/><category term='old life'/><category term='miscellaneous'/><category term='Praise Habit'/><category term='fresh start'/><category term='bible'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='babysitting'/><category term='God'/><category term='endurance'/><category term='loss'/><category term='Krystal Meyers'/><category term='song'/><category term='surrender'/><category term='music'/><category term='cartoons'/><category term='Praise'/><category term='school'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='laziness'/><category term='help'/><category term='remembering'/><category term='21'/><category term='time'/><category term='Rhapsody in Blue'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='life or death'/><category term='church'/><category term='power'/><category term='unhappiness'/><category term='tv'/><category term='habits'/><category term='surprises'/><category term='piano'/><category term='love'/><category term='bluebonnets'/><title type='text'>See For Yourself</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog for reading.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-8497297184377057064</id><published>2009-01-01T17:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:49:53.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Auld Lang Syne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://10millionresolutions.com/Images/home_auld-lang-syne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 152px;" src="http://10millionresolutions.com/Images/home_auld-lang-syne.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, we rang in the new year! I am really glad to put the past year behind (though it wasn't bad) and look forward to the fun things and wonderful blessings that are coming this year. I know its going to be a challenge and it isn't always going to be happy, but with God, my family and friends for encouragement and strength, I know I can rise to the occasion. There are 4 or 5 goals that I have for this year that I hope I can achieve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Deepen my most important relationships (first and foremost the one with God)&lt;br /&gt;2. Become healthier physically, mentally, and spiritually&lt;br /&gt;3. Get super serious about graduating from UMHB and continuing wherever God places me&lt;br /&gt;4. Kick some nasty habits (biting my nails, occasional cursing)&lt;br /&gt;5. Not allowing the auld lang syne (times long ago) to dampen my future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To gain these things, I know the work is going to be super hard. But I am definitely going to "get on my grind" and get it done. 2009 is mine!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-8497297184377057064?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/8497297184377057064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=8497297184377057064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/8497297184377057064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/8497297184377057064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2009/01/auld-lang-syne.html' title='Auld Lang Syne'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-312007000471946566</id><published>2008-12-22T11:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:53:04.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As Angels Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9JjH-c7FNZ8/SU_JwIs-Z6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TE5G1mYO8zM/s1600-h/Angel+Vatican+04+weba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9JjH-c7FNZ8/SU_JwIs-Z6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TE5G1mYO8zM/s320/Angel+Vatican+04+weba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282662716735907746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Holy majesty come and save me from my sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Polish up this rusty shell that I’ve been livin' in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This life is a steppin' stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But I’ve fallen through the cracks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And I’m calling on You now to come and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Come and bring me back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can’t you hear me crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Help me break this chain of consequences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ooh, I’m beaten by the chain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;By the chain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And as they watch me fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The angels cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cause they understand my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And they’ve seen the blood spilled in the battles of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I’m in a leap of faith, racing through the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I’m like the rain that fall from angels’ eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Corey Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"&gt;I feel like I have seriously been beaten by chains this past 24 hours. Last week something really bad happened with my family. I wasn't present for it. But yesterday, my mom told me. It hurt my heart so much. It was something so unexpected and I had been overwhelmed by it all day. I didn't want to share it with anyone out of respect for my family. I didn't think I could share it with the person I value most either. And my silence damaged, is damaging our relationship. I have spent most of my life inside myself. I have been afraid of what people would think or what they would say. And some of the time, people just don't care. My family is very private. My mom would make us keep things to ourselves, even if they weren't important. I remember a time when I wasn't allowed to tell my best friend I was going to Disney World for the first time. How odd is that? So I just learned to hole it all up because it wasn't appropriate to talk about things. Now that I have someone who wants to know and wants to care for me, I haven't let him in. But I am really trying. And I am learning. I have made progress. But it may be too little too late. And that is soul killing. I need to be let loose of these chains of consequences. I want freedom.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-312007000471946566?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/312007000471946566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=312007000471946566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/312007000471946566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/312007000471946566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-angels-cry.html' title='As Angels Cry'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9JjH-c7FNZ8/SU_JwIs-Z6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TE5G1mYO8zM/s72-c/Angel+Vatican+04+weba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-2783071503613743076</id><published>2008-12-17T09:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:45:25.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20081202/capt.d8ca4c52b89244b4837392fd74fce2f5.correction_philippines_moon_and_planets_xbm101.jpg?x=270&amp;amp;y=345&amp;amp;q=85&amp;amp;sig=H4CeG6gvVHMkFJg0a.DmAw--"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 345px;" src="http://d.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20081202/capt.d8ca4c52b89244b4837392fd74fce2f5.correction_philippines_moon_and_planets_xbm101.jpg?x=270&amp;amp;y=345&amp;amp;q=85&amp;amp;sig=H4CeG6gvVHMkFJg0a.DmAw--" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(110, 109, 109); font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; "&gt;AP Photo/Bullit Marquez)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I always knew God wasn't some huge angry old guy in the sky. God smiles. I think when there is a rush of wind and the fall leaves rush around, that's Him smiling. I think when babies smile while they sleep, that's His smile. When the sun rises and paints the sky a perfect combination of purples. oranges, reds, and yellows, that's Him too. As we can see in this phenomenon, shown above, He has made it a bit more apparent this time. And that makes me smile too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You Lord for your mystery and that You allow us to discover more of You each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-2783071503613743076?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/2783071503613743076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=2783071503613743076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/2783071503613743076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/2783071503613743076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-smiles.html' title='God Smiles'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-8730010104952409750</id><published>2008-10-13T13:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:23:49.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a long time, shouldn't have left you without a dope beat to step to.</title><content type='html'>Wow, I haven't blogged in quite awhile! But no one reads this anyway. I guess I just keep it for personal enrichment. So this semester has been different...I'm not sure if its been good or bad. But its had its fun moments. I am getting along with my roommates. They are fun and smart and interesting people. I don't hang out as much with the friends I made last year. We are all so super busy these days. I really miss them sometimes, but we visit when we can. I have been visiting different churches around the town. I don't really know where I belong as far as that goes. I enjoyed the time I spent at the church I attended last year, but I really never got plugged in there. So, I am still in search of a place to get connected. I may have to venture out of the box for this one. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about finishing my degree in something other than nursing. I know I want to and will eventually be a nurse, but this has been a long road with no end in sight. If I change to Psychology, I could finish next December and start a Master's in nursing at UT through their alternative entry program. It is looking pretty good to me since I wanted a Master's to become a Nurse Midwife anyway! But its still something I really need to pray about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to get into a routine for life, but life happened and the routine for life went kaput. But I am attempting to stay on top of things and keep a balanced spiritual, social, and educational life going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of changes have gone on in the past few months but in the words of Sheryl Crow, "a change would do you good."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-8730010104952409750?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/8730010104952409750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=8730010104952409750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/8730010104952409750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/8730010104952409750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-long-time-shouldnt-have-left.html' title='Its been a long time, shouldn&apos;t have left you without a dope beat to step to.'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-2287325583495825388</id><published>2008-06-26T21:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:51:01.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'>Unplayed Piano</title><content type='html'>I wish I had continued with piano lessons. I took lessons for about 7 years. I still hear the music, but I can no longer play the notes. At least not the complex ones... Sometimes when I hear a well played song, I miss sitting at the bench and feeling the ivory under my finger tips. Its as if music would just flow from the body. My teacher said I had a natural talent. I would put my own twist on pieces like it had never been heard before. I could even play songs by ear. Actually, I still can... Nonetheless, the piano that my parents bought me so many years ago is now collecting dust and being use as decoration in the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying this to reminisce or even brag about my skills. It just brought me to the realization that if you don't use it, you lose it. If you don't appreciate things, use them or take care of them, you will lose them. They will fade away. You won't even realize it and the dust will be collecting on the piano and the music will be just distant memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you not using in your life today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-2287325583495825388?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/2287325583495825388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=2287325583495825388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/2287325583495825388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/2287325583495825388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2008/06/unplayed-piano.html' title='Unplayed Piano'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-6448795692971001376</id><published>2008-06-17T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:29:34.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a YMCA camp counselor for the summer.</title><content type='html'>I am losing it. I need a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-6448795692971001376?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/6448795692971001376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=6448795692971001376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/6448795692971001376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/6448795692971001376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-ymca-camp-counselor-for-summer.html' title='I am a YMCA camp counselor for the summer.'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-4245251135128184359</id><published>2008-06-01T21:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:02:25.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfless Faith</title><content type='html'>Me me me me me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me me me me me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I have been singing for the past month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been all about me. My wants. My desires. My future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I heard them sing, "selfless faith." And I started singing it too. Now its resonating and won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to have that. Selfless faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the next 3 months, I am going to figure out what that is and how to gain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good start. I got a fresh touch from the holy spirit that I have desperately needed. I have been so dry and dark and twisted lately. I have allowed my situation and my environment to effect my mood. Then I feel sorry for myself and think its everyone else's fault when its just my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no more. I'm a child a God and that makes me better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to a summer of selfless faith...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-4245251135128184359?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/4245251135128184359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=4245251135128184359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/4245251135128184359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/4245251135128184359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2008/06/selfless-faith.html' title='Selfless Faith'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-1213204652526785290</id><published>2008-05-14T23:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:54:09.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blanket</title><content type='html'>There are some days that I really don't want to get out of bed or there is no reason for it or I just want to shut everything out. I just roll up in my favorite blanket and tuck my head in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've come home, those days have become more frequent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is so much different from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, even though it didn't go so well (according to my grades), there is stability. I go to class, lunch, room, dinner, work, meetings. They are the same times everyday. I get to see the same people, the same positive people. I have support there. There are people to talk to, pray with,  and laugh with. Sometimes we're on different schedules, but most days, I get to just sit and chat with a friend or vent about classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, there is no stability. Its different from one day to the next but with the same old stuff. The same old yelling, the same old struggling, the same old instability. We pretty much live paycheck to paycheck, there is someone yelling every other day and moods change at the drop of a hat. Unless someone is yelling or wanting something, the only things you can hear are the t.v., the dog and my mom on the phone. I don't really have immediate support here. There's no one to really hang out with on a regular basis or talk to like normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had a stable home. There were times when it was stable, but never more than a few weeks. I still wish for that, I long for it. I want dinner on the table every night and a vacation in the summer. I want to be able to ask my parents for financial help, instead of my mom having to ask me for money to feed us tonight. I want to be able to have fun conversations with my dad and with my sister. I want years without arguing and cursing. I want to go to church as a family. I want my parents to be happy together. I wish those things were my life. It breaks my heart that they are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is why I'm here, not wanting to get out of bed. I'd rather stay here and hide out until my summer job starts. That'll give me at least a taste of normalcy for the next three months...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-1213204652526785290?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/1213204652526785290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=1213204652526785290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/1213204652526785290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/1213204652526785290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2008/05/blanket.html' title='Blanket'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-9029941300825724984</id><published>2008-05-02T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T12:09:30.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You there God? Its me, Annietra.</title><content type='html'>I cry out with no reply. And I can't feel You by my side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is He?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did He go away on a business trip? Is He just up in the heavens with a "Do Not Disturb Sign" on the door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really needed you. I really needed that miracle and it didn't show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed for a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is aching right now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I am the screwup. Maybe its just my fault. My fate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-9029941300825724984?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/9029941300825724984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=9029941300825724984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/9029941300825724984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/9029941300825724984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-there-god-its-me-annietra.html' title='Are You there God? Its me, Annietra.'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-58794229993318455</id><published>2008-04-23T09:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:28:57.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake, Fraud, Phony</title><content type='html'>I am such a fraud. A screwup and a fraud. I have gone around putting on this mask and encouraging people and telling them how good God is and how to live, and I haven't been doing it myself. I have not lived any of the things that God has been asking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been living in the intentional fellowship and community He has asked.&lt;br /&gt;I have not been working hard and keeping up with my school work.&lt;br /&gt;I have not even been fully trusting in Him at all times.&lt;br /&gt;I have not even been contacting Him daily for all my needs and have not taken Him as my supply.&lt;br /&gt;I have been asking so much of Him, but I haven't even met Him half way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire year was supposed to be a year of amazing newness. I was supposed to be growing spiritually, mentally, learning to be more responsible and taking advantage of my time at UMHB. I have screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't have anything to work with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can turn it all around. But is it too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me that You still have enough grace for a wretch like me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-58794229993318455?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/58794229993318455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=58794229993318455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/58794229993318455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/58794229993318455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2008/04/fake-fraud-phony.html' title='Fake, Fraud, Phony'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-3562070880958911204</id><published>2008-04-17T10:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:56:18.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some clarity</title><content type='html'>I wanted to change things. In my mind, it was logical and easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said "no way Jose".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's making a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to trust in Someone who has proved His power time and time again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are such strange and difficult creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through it all, He loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for Your grace. Thank You for telling me just to be still, so I could finally hear You. Thank You that You are still even talking to me! Because if it were anyone else, they would have given up on me already! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You. Thanks for the beauty of Your grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v5cGFN21wws&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v5cGFN21wws&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-3562070880958911204?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/3562070880958911204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=3562070880958911204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/3562070880958911204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/3562070880958911204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2008/04/some-clarity.html' title='Some clarity'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-1395725129619589495</id><published>2008-04-16T22:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:25:39.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work-Jars of Clay</title><content type='html'>Just in case, I will leave my things packed&lt;br /&gt;So I can run away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cannot trust these voices I don't have a line of prospects that can give some kind of peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is nothing left to cling to that can bring me sweet release&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have no fear of drowning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's the breathing that's taking all this work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"?&lt;br /&gt;What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"&lt;br /&gt;Empty spaces with shadows hit by streetlights&lt;br /&gt;Warnings signs and weight of tired conversations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the absence of a shoulder, in the abscess of a thief&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the brink of this destruction, on the eve of bittersweet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now all the demons look like prophets and I'm living out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every word they speak, every word they speak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"?What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"&lt;br /&gt;What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"?&lt;br /&gt;What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"Alone, alone, I don't want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I have no fear of drowning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's the breathing that's taking all this work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pretty much says it all right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-1395725129619589495?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/1395725129619589495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=1395725129619589495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/1395725129619589495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/1395725129619589495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2008/04/work-jars-of-clay.html' title='Work-Jars of Clay'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-7168997122561159917</id><published>2008-04-03T10:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T10:29:29.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival</title><content type='html'>I am so supposed to be reviewing for my lab quiz, but I just needed to blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been needing revival. I have been feeling dead inside, unconnected and just not enjoying. Thankfully we had Revival this week at school. God knows when to step in. He has A-mazing timing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really convicted me this week. I never realized how prideful and rebellious I had been. I didn't realize that I haven't been surrendering all either. But thank God for His grace and that He is a God of more than second chances! Just as He gave Jonah another chance to follow His will, He is giving all of us another chance everyday. I have a chance to humble myself before Him and His people. Thank you Lord for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure that this verse was used in Revival, but it pretty much sums up what God did: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LORD Almighty planned it,  to bring low the pride of all glory  and to &lt;b&gt;humble&lt;/b&gt; all who are renowned on the earth. Isaiah 23:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really humbled UMHB this week. I hope it continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-7168997122561159917?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/7168997122561159917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=7168997122561159917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/7168997122561159917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/7168997122561159917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2008/04/revival.html' title='Revival'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-8576542031324755197</id><published>2008-02-22T12:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T13:17:44.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>I ran away to home last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past week, I have been on an emotional roller coaster and I wanted off. So I came home where things are chill, I can take a break and regain focus. Lately, everything has been going on around me in a whirlwind and its as if my play button is broken. I can see and feel everything around me, in all its intensity. But I am standing still. I am out of focus on so many things. I thought if I just came back, away from everything, I could gain some perspective. I am hoping that I can get that while I am here. Regardless, it is nice to see my mom and Daniel. Their familiarity is comforting and makes me happy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-8576542031324755197?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/8576542031324755197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=8576542031324755197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/8576542031324755197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/8576542031324755197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2008/02/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-6535117502146590932</id><published>2008-02-06T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T23:05:43.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean, clear, and under His control</title><content type='html'>About this time last week, I had just ended an intense time of praying and spending time with God. It was wonderful and I don't think I had ever had so much clarity in my entire 21.5 years. It was like having a spa day where you come out feeling really clean and refreshed. He really pointed out some gunk that needed to be wiped out of my life. Some things I had been struggling with for ages. I am so grateful for that time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally and honestly giving those things over to You. Please keep them, because its pretty obvious that I don't know what to do with them! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is crazy! But an enjoyable crazy. I have been spending lots of time with some I wouldn't normally hang out with constantly. Its really nice and its been a fun change from the norm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else going on, but I am homeward bound this weekend. I have missed that place lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-6535117502146590932?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/6535117502146590932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=6535117502146590932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/6535117502146590932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/6535117502146590932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2008/02/clean-clear-and-under-his-control.html' title='Clean, clear, and under His control'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-6837108390852817467</id><published>2008-01-27T17:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T17:57:41.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear...</title><content type='html'>I feel God is leading me to make some transitions within a particular relationship. Some are minor changes that with much prayer can go smoothly. But some are big changes that are scary and could uproot the things that have changed me in the past couple of years. I am still not sure about any of this, probably because I'm a bit scared of tuning my ears to God's voice because I may not like the way things may turn out. I am coming into a season of testing my obedience and faith. I am so afraid to fail and I know that these things will be for the greater good. But it means stepping out of my comfort zone and being bold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-6837108390852817467?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/6837108390852817467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=6837108390852817467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/6837108390852817467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/6837108390852817467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear...'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-1243032463330319201</id><published>2008-01-22T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T12:53:03.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sleepy</title><content type='html'>My room is a mess. Its not a ridiculous mess, but I should probably clean up. But ironically I feel really organized. Like my life is really organized, at least as far as school goes. I haven't had this organization in a long time. Its nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have to take summer school, but I don't have the money. I want to apply for a loan, but I am not sure that I will be accepted for a loan. I am praying for the finances. I know God will see me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else going on. Its a bit gray outside and cold. But the cool wet air against my skin feels nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love it here. I don't know why, but I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking alot about travel and my future lately. I have so many dreams. I want to go to Australia! I have wanted to go there since I was a little kid. I want to see the Great Barrier Reef and a kangaroo in its natural habit. I hope I get to do that after I graduate. It would be so much fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been thinking about marriage and kids and houses, oh my! I hear that those things bring on alot of stress and don't really make things easier. But I look forward to having a husband and family and a cute little house one day. My heart longs for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a dreamer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-1243032463330319201?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/1243032463330319201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=1243032463330319201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/1243032463330319201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/1243032463330319201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-sleepy.html' title='I am sleepy'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-640218072998858200</id><published>2008-01-04T01:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T02:01:58.774-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>I am ready to go back to school. I think I need structure to keep me focused and keep my mind off of things that are beyond my control. Home is becoming less like home for me. I think God is doing this for a reason. I am happier at school. Sometimes it doesn't seem that way, until I come home and my entire attitude changes (for the worse). I grow and learn at school. I am less negative when I am at school. Its definitely the structured environment. I am not disciplined enough (yet) to keep my day structured, so I need classes and work and meetings to do that for me. Being on my own also helps. I never thought that I would miss routine, but I do, I really do. It gave me something to look forward to. Its just something I need. I come apart here and everything seems to fall into place there. Guess life's funny that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a new year. I don't have a resolution. I don't think its required. I don't really want one. I have overall goals for my life and I will continue with them this year, next year and thereafter. Why do I need to resolve to do something that I won't really stick to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to say for now. Alot of things in my head but they haven't made their way out yet. I'll be back when they do. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-640218072998858200?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/640218072998858200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=640218072998858200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/640218072998858200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/640218072998858200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-1727039900453004676</id><published>2007-12-16T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:04:12.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to Run</title><content type='html'>I want to run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I had the money I would. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to start over. Completely over. Somewhere that no one knows me and I can forget myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been questioning alot of things in my life lately. I feel like the world is moving around me really fast and I am looking around trying to find direction. I see everyone moving forward with their lives, moving on. And I am looking around in the dark trying to find the street signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cut and run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems easy. I'd get a clean slate. No ties. No history. Just me, a good car, a bible, a pocket full of cash, and my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could press restart and go back to high school, I would have done so many things different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't go back. I know I can't. So, the next best thing to do is run. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-1727039900453004676?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/1727039900453004676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=1727039900453004676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/1727039900453004676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/1727039900453004676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/12/ready-to-run.html' title='Ready to Run'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-4129553964098020745</id><published>2007-11-28T15:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T16:15:21.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Write your plans in pencil, but give God the eraser.</title><content type='html'>I have plans/goals for my future. I am excited as I get closer to the time that they will unfold. Some of them are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;-grow in Christ&lt;br /&gt;-become an awesome nurse&lt;br /&gt;-go to grad school one day&lt;br /&gt;-become a great wife and mother&lt;br /&gt;-buy a house&lt;br /&gt;-do missions in Africa and South America&lt;br /&gt;-travel&lt;br /&gt;-be healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like goals. They give you something to look forward to, something to work hard for. The above things are the desires of my heart. Above all, I want God perfect will to be done in my life. If some or all of those things don't happen I know I will be okay. But God never said don't state the desires of your heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that said, its scares me that some of the people that are close to me don't have the same vision. Not the same goals, but they are not looking ahead at the future like I am. They have no plan, they haven't set out with anything to look forward too. I think they may be scared. Scared of change or striking out in the unknown. Maybe just plain scared of the future because its something we can't see. But we were not born with a spirit of fear! For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline (2 Tim. 1:7). Its hard to have people around you that don't know what they want. I want people around me not just looking to next week, but looking to next year as well. Even Jesus had goals. His ultimate goal was to die for us. But along the way He lead as many people as He could to repent and turn to God. And I am sure, that was the plan. He's still doing it today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So write your plans in pencil, but give God the eraser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-4129553964098020745?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/4129553964098020745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=4129553964098020745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/4129553964098020745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/4129553964098020745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/11/write-your-plans-in-pencil-but-give-god.html' title='Write your plans in pencil, but give God the eraser.'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-739631091757679362</id><published>2007-10-09T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:56:51.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need help...</title><content type='html'>developing consistency in my life. Things are consistent in my life like class, work, eating, showering, you know, the basics. But I am not consistent in my life. I am not consistent in my studying or spending time with God (I do spend time with Him alot, but not a set aside time daily.) or exercising and all of the other super important stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God, I ask you help me in this area in my life. More consistency and less procrastination. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-739631091757679362?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/739631091757679362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=739631091757679362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/739631091757679362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/739631091757679362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-need-help.html' title='I need help...'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-7089669592066452016</id><published>2007-10-07T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T18:40:41.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't dream its over</title><content type='html'>It may be a phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have stopped dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing on stars or while blowing out candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meredith put it best:&lt;br /&gt;"You know when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales? That fantasy of what your life would be -- white dress, prince charming who’d carry you away to a castle on a hill. You’d lie in your bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa clause, the tooth fairy, prince charming -- they were so close you could taste them. But eventually you grow up and one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is, it’s hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely because almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope and faith that one day they would open their eyes and it would all come true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an instant last night that I just stopped believing. Well, I'm sure the instances have accumulated over time. But it was this one, where the fairy tale flew out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have my heartbroken or have a fight. Everything was fine, and I guess it still is. But its been the passiveness that has been so prevalent these days. I think it came when the newness faded. It wasn't so long ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a time when everyone around me is starting new with graduations and rings and babies and bridesmaids, I am stuck at school with nothing but MORE school to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fairy tale's gone; it floated slowly up and away. Maybe another little girl caught on. I hope it comes true for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-7089669592066452016?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/7089669592066452016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=7089669592066452016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/7089669592066452016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/7089669592066452016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-dream-its-over.html' title='Don&apos;t dream its over'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-7197152849705221813</id><published>2007-09-19T11:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T12:04:50.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Newness</title><content type='html'>I feel a bit "bleh" today. I hope I am not coming down with anything. That wouldn't be good when the semester is staring to get really busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new and improved start with someone really special! So far, so good! New stuff is always exciting especially when its with someone you love. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else going on other than school, work, lifegroup (which is very good), reading, and enjoying the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another new thingI get to start a girl's disciple group next week with some girls from lifegroup. Even though its super early Monday morning (i am not a morning person), I think it will be a good start to the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I will start walking tonight. Another new thing for me. I think that will be some good time to see the campus, visit with Jesus, and get my cardiovascular exercise on (in the words of Elmo). :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-7197152849705221813?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/7197152849705221813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=7197152849705221813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/7197152849705221813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/7197152849705221813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/09/newness.html' title='Newness'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-4818079377609059741</id><published>2007-09-16T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T20:23:21.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutual Mistakes</title><content type='html'>You can't really lay blame anywhere when there is a mutual mistake. Its mutual. You're both to blame. You can't really say the other person (s) made you do it, unless they threatened to kill your dog or held a gun to your head. So, once again, its mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I feel I am being blamed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so human. I am not using His grace as a safety net or justification for what I do. I know that I screwed up and turned back to my old self and I am sorry for it. That old me sucked and I don't like her all that much. She was moody, hateful, and had no boundaries. But because I have an awesome DAD, when I screw up, I am disciplined in love and taught a lesson so I can do a 180.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the light and the more I am, the more I see my faults. And when I see them, I apply the cleansing blood. Brings stronger light, stronger anointing. Its a continuous cycle. And if I stay in it, I won't continue to make the same mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-4818079377609059741?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/4818079377609059741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=4818079377609059741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/4818079377609059741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/4818079377609059741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/09/mutual-mistakes.html' title='Mutual Mistakes'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-192731990044837644</id><published>2007-09-09T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:47:30.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Nation</title><content type='html'>I am supposed to be here. I am meant to be here. If the sky falls down on top of me, if I am the most hated person on campus, I am supposed to be here. You said this was it, this was for me and I know You don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why do I feel like the kid who doesn't fit in? You know, the loner kid? The same feeling I have had for the past 3 years. Why is it back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It needs to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying and its not working. I give up. I'm so done. I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home. I was safe there. My feelings were safe there. I had people there. There weren't many, but they were mine. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time since I've been here, I really truly miss home. I am so homesick right now, that it hurts. My hearts not in it right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing without tongues&lt;br /&gt;Screaming without lungs&lt;br /&gt;I want more than my lonely nation&lt;br /&gt;I want more than my lonely nation&lt;br /&gt;Desperate we are young&lt;br /&gt;Separate we are one&lt;br /&gt;I want more than my desperation&lt;br /&gt;I want more than my lonely nation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-192731990044837644?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/192731990044837644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=192731990044837644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/192731990044837644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/192731990044837644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/09/meant.html' title='Lonely Nation'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-5048662780361640794</id><published>2007-08-29T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T19:08:18.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>God sent me a message. Yes, He sent me a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am coming to the crossroads and He is standing with His arms wide open, waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose Him and He chose me, but the waves of fear are distracting me. My eyes are not looking straight into His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Peter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Meanwhile, the disciples were in trouble far away from land, for a strong wind had risen, and they were fighting heavy waves. 25 About three o’clock in the morning Jesus came toward them, walking on the water. 26 When the disciples saw him walking on the water, they were terrified. In their fear, they cried out, “It’s a ghost!”&lt;br /&gt; 27 &lt;strong&gt;But Jesus spoke to them at once. “Don’t be afraid,” he said. “Take courage. I am here!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 28 Then Peter called to him, “Lord, if it’s really you, tell me to come to you, walking on the water.”&lt;br /&gt; 29 “Yes, come,” Jesus said.&lt;br /&gt;   So Peter went over the side of the boat and walked on the water toward Jesus. 30 &lt;strong&gt;But when he saw the strong wind and the waves, he was terrified and began to sink. “Save me, Lord!” he shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 31 Jesus immediately reached out and grabbed him. &lt;strong&gt;“You have so little faith,” Jesus said. “Why did you doubt me?”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am standing on the edge of the boat and you want me to step out into You. I love You so much, but I am distracted by fear. Lord Jesus, I just want to step out there into You. I see You holding out your arms like the ultimate LifeSaver that You are and the waves of fear come. I know as soon as I step out of the boat, there is no turning back. And I know that You will not let me drown, that You will always reach out and grab me. Fear fills the space where my faith should be. Save me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-5048662780361640794?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/5048662780361640794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=5048662780361640794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/5048662780361640794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/5048662780361640794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/08/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-7836577927386376996</id><published>2007-08-28T10:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T10:23:53.936-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Go Cru!!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a week since classes started. God has gotten me off to a great start here. I feel so at home. Even though I don't know many people outside of my family group, I don't feel lonely at all. God has provided me with a few great friends that I am getting to know well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited Antioch on Sunday, which was fantastic. I am going to one of their college lifegroups tonight to see what its all about. I also want to join CAB (campus activities board) so I can participate in planning all the fun stuff and of course, make new friends. The excitement of being here has not quite worn off yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I am going home to see my family and boyfriend and unfortunately, attend a funeral. Please keep my family in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has gotten off to a great start this school year!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-7836577927386376996?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/7836577927386376996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=7836577927386376996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/7836577927386376996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/7836577927386376996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/08/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-1325038034188946747</id><published>2007-08-20T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T07:45:18.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Week...</title><content type='html'>...is tiring, yet fun. I am meeting new people and this is a new chapter in many of their lives as well. I think I may like this place. It could be VERY POSSIBLE (aka very likely) that God knew exactly what He was doing when He hand picked this time and place for me. Thank you Lord!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-1325038034188946747?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/1325038034188946747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=1325038034188946747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/1325038034188946747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/1325038034188946747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/08/welcome-week.html' title='Welcome Week...'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-5788823956823967568</id><published>2007-08-18T07:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T07:18:47.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And I know that it's a wonderful world</title><content type='html'>But I can't feel it right now&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought that I was doing well&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to cry now&lt;br /&gt;Well I know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;From the sky down to the sea&lt;br /&gt;But I can only see it when you're here, here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to leave. I am excited and scared and sad. Its a bittersweet moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate bittersweet moments. The bitter usually gets to me more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think it would be this hard to say goodbye. Its not really "goodbye" per say. Its actually see ya later. The school is only 2.5 hours away and I feel like I will be half a world apart from my family...and especially Daniel. We've been practically attached at the hip for nearly two years now. This is really going to be a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there can't be a testimony, without a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord that I am able to cry. You gave me such a special reason to cry today. Even though its hurting, I am so glad that I have Daniel to smile at and cry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love YOU. And you too, Daniel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-5788823956823967568?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/5788823956823967568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=5788823956823967568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/5788823956823967568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/5788823956823967568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-i-know-that-its-wonderful-world.html' title='And I know that it&apos;s a wonderful world'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-8830540967397143166</id><published>2007-08-01T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:41:01.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>I've never cared too much for money. No, I'm not kidding. Its not like I am throwing it away or wiping my behind with it. I do understand its value. But I've never cared too much of it because it causes too many problems. If you lack it, you can't pay bills. If you have alot of it, you are never quite sure if you are doing the right thing with it, even when it seems like it. All this said, there is lots of money problems going on in this house. You can feel the stress and its creating so much tension. Over my entire life, many arguments have occurred in my house due to money. More than I can count. Money is making me melancholy. Its not the root of all evil, its the root of disappointment, sadness, stress, and anger. I am supposed to go to fun-filled Jamaica really soon and we can't afford to get our passports. My dream vacation may continue to be a dream. Bills are going over due. Tuition is due...Its too much. Tension is coming to a head. I need You to take this off of me tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-8830540967397143166?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/8830540967397143166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=8830540967397143166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/8830540967397143166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/8830540967397143166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/08/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-8946359141448373916</id><published>2007-07-28T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:24:40.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>I had an amazingly nice 21st birthday filled with lots of fun and laughter. It was so nice to have my close friends around to celebrate. I am sooooo grateful to have such a wonderful boyfriend and mom that put that together for me. Even though I hate surprises, it turned out awesome and I don't think I could ask for more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still getting ready to leave for school. I am getting excited! People keep on asking if I will be sad to leave people behind. But another chapter is unfolding in my life and how can I be sad, when I know they will always be here for me when come back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures from the birthday extravaganza when I figure out how to!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-8946359141448373916?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/8946359141448373916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=8946359141448373916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/8946359141448373916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/8946359141448373916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/07/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-2833703442432910548</id><published>2007-07-19T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:28:12.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><title type='text'>Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"When I die I wish to come back as one of her tears. What man would be so lucky as to have been conceived in her heart, born in her eyes, live on her cheeks, and die at her lips."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a kinda sentimental mood lately and saw this quote. Oh, how incredibly moving it would be for someone to say that about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, a girl can dream!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created romance. He's a hopeFUL romantic like me (though I, like many have become increasingly not as romantic)!  He even created an entire book in the Bible about it (Song of Songs). So how come we live in such an unromantic world? Everything is sex, flings, money, lies, repeat. No one every stops to leave a rose on a doorstep anymore or tell there significant other how amazing they are. At least not without wanting a little "something" in return. I wish we could get back to old fashioned romance. Hand-holding, roses, candlelit dinners, cuddling, hugs and kisses, poems, laying under the stars, all the "gushy" stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's my rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, stop and tell someone you love them and think they are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-2833703442432910548?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/2833703442432910548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=2833703442432910548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/2833703442432910548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/2833703442432910548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/07/romance.html' title='Romance'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-5618243784225439715</id><published>2007-07-14T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T20:55:36.773-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Another twists in moods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.  ~Anatole France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must die to live? Me? AJ Oliver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am choosing the slow painful one, rather than the quick and painless one. The one that feels like it never happened and you suddenly fall into the abyss of brand new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've always been a procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on having to die over and over again. Its like this old life keeps resurrecting itself. Its the zombie with 9 lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to die completely to the fleshy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fleshly,&lt;/span&gt; me. But that me is putting up the biggest fight of her life. I want that face to the floor, trembling with joy, bursting into new life kind of experience. So, where is it? Why am I not making more of an attempt to find it? Why are my lovely bones so lazy in this part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of thoughts to ponder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little old lady I met last week at my job, I think she's slipping away. She's homebound. :) She was so sweet and so in love with Jesus. You could see it in her smile. She said that God speaks to me and hoped that I was listening...She had been to three hospitals and said God had sent her their to share the gospel with others. I admired her so much. She touched my heart so much. She was using possibly her last few weeks here on earth to continue to spread the message. And here I sit, trying to figure out how to drop everything and say, "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do with me?&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/8758347914500372152-5618243784225439715?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/5618243784225439715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=5618243784225439715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/5618243784225439715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/5618243784225439715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-twists-in-moods.html' title='Another twists in moods'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-4397689515908293782</id><published>2007-07-12T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:15:40.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surprises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood swings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>Brownies and Shopping and Driving With Music and Jesus</title><content type='html'>The above are things that calm my nerves especially when its about that time. I am soooooo bored. I actually miss the kids. At least I had something to do everyday. And now that there's some sort of "surprise" planning for my birthday (yes, i know). Every time that guy comes over, he's off with my mom so there's no time for the actual me. So, it really irritated me today because I thought he was coming over to spend time with me. I really needed it; I'm getting cabin fever. But of course not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like surprises. I really really don't. I like knowing things ahead of time. Something about surprises have always made me uneasy. Its weird. I'm weird. I'd rather have a normal dinner with chocolate cake. But I suppose I should be grateful for the niceness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a mood. I'll be better tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-4397689515908293782?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/4397689515908293782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=4397689515908293782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/4397689515908293782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/4397689515908293782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/07/brownies-and-shopping-and-driving-with.html' title='Brownies and Shopping and Driving With Music and Jesus'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-6706337797232015026</id><published>2007-07-09T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:54:51.678-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>All I have is time this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what am I doing with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasting it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is a mess. Laundry needs to be done. Books need to be read. And I sit here, eyes glazed over, surfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock. Tick tock. Goes the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on thinking about the things that need to be done. I see piles of mess around me. And I continue to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why don't cha do somethin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will. Now. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I got a swimsuit. This is a colossal deal because I hate swimsuits. I haven't worn one in about 3 or 4 years. But I like this one. It fits and stuff is hidden. And its pretty cute. And I didn't have to pay for it, which was a total blessing because now I can buy bedding for my dorm room. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. My birthday's  in  12 days!! 21 years of being me. What a ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done for real. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-6706337797232015026?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/6706337797232015026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=6706337797232015026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/6706337797232015026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/6706337797232015026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/07/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-7954354791557030222</id><published>2007-06-28T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:19:10.750-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Three</title><content type='html'>I went to be advised and register for classes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how much longer I will be in school, if all goes well of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already spent three years in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just get an honorary degree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess He never said it would be easy. He only said I'd never go alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advisor, which is the one of the deans of the BSN school was quite taken aback when I said I was ok with graduating in 2010. I guess she thought that I was going to change my major right then and there. I'm not ok with three years (yet). I was in fact, a bit discouraged and disheartened. But God is ok with three years because His will is being done and not my own. If it were up to me, I'd probably settle for ASN and call it a day. But I think God is going to take this next three years to water and nurture me and see if I will turn to the Source and GROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go through all of this, just to be a nurse, He must be working on a HUGE project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for three more years in the cocoon. Thank You that You would think of me that much to mold me, shape me, nurture me, and have an incredible plan for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Jamaica with the family and the one I care for in August. It will be my first time out of the country and on a plane. But I will have to miss 2 days of school within the first week. : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that numbness is floating away. There is color flooding back into my cheeks again. I feel something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I get a break from babysitting for a little while. Sleeping in will be nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel awkward and detached from the one I care for. It all started with my mini nervous breakdown and the dynamic just hasn't been the same. I needed the time to myself and we needed less time with each other. Now, when we do spend time together (which is a rare occurrence), it feels different and its not good different. Its...weird. I miss us. What is a girl to do? : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if someone is out there, actually reading this, pray for me. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-7954354791557030222?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/7954354791557030222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=7954354791557030222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/7954354791557030222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/7954354791557030222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/06/three.html' title='Three'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-8764300457551973665</id><published>2007-06-20T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T15:41:09.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>I feel numb. Its not that bad kind of numb that you feel after something really traumatic has happened. Its that kind of numb that you feel when NOTHING has happened. And nothing keeps happening. Well, not nothing. But not really anything out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its another plateau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a building, hill or mountain in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I babysit Monday-Thursday. Sleep in Friday. Work Saturday and Sunday. Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any intellectual stimulation. No conversations at coffee shops with friends. Eh, but once in a blue moon, when there is time (which is rare), I get a date with the guy. But the conversation is limited, strained, and mostly revolves around work, the weather, and other superficial topics that neither of us really cares about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this how my life is going to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-8764300457551973665?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/8764300457551973665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=8764300457551973665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/8764300457551973665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/8764300457551973665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/06/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-7615572003253281438</id><published>2007-06-08T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:21:15.341-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fresh start'/><title type='text'>My room is a mess</title><content type='html'>Life events change you. They change your thought life, spirituality, emotional state, relationships, friendships, and sometimes even your morals and values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going off to school in a couple of months. I am excited and a tiny bit nervous. I wonder how much I will change. I really want this experience to be completely life altering. Well, not completely. Some things should stay the same. But I want this to be an "Extreme Makeover." Going off to school, no one knows me. I have the opportunity to start completely over. I can choose what I want to be, who I want to be. Ever since I got into college, I've retreated back into myself, become more reserved and shy. After I came back from Arlington, I did it even more. I haven't really participated in anything or made many friends or really taken care of myself. But this year, I can start over. Make new friends (but keep the old), grow spiritually, fellowship more (that one has been really really hard for me), be active in a community and the BODY, and actually keep my room clean! I get a new fresh start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Lord that I get a new start. Help me to use it wisely and above all, convey your love to others. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-7615572003253281438?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/7615572003253281438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=7615572003253281438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/7615572003253281438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/7615572003253281438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-room-is-mess.html' title='My room is a mess'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-4981057918551568263</id><published>2007-06-05T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T09:33:57.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise Habit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Old School</title><content type='html'>Nickelodeon was so awesome during the 90s. We had Salute Your Shorts, Doug, Rocko's Modern Life, Double Dare, and tons more! I have missed watching Doug so much...and now I found a website that I can watch just about every episode (pre-Disney's Doug). I have been watching all sorts of stuff from my childhood. They remind me of playing outside with my friends on summer mornings, then coming in to watch Nicktoons, while playing "Girl" (which was technically house, but we were all neighbors in apartments instead). Oh how I miss when life was so simple!! We had so much fun and didn't have to worry about paying bills, relationships, or choosing classes. It was nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have continued reading Praise Habit. Here's a line I really enjoyed today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sometimes praise comes face to the ground, unable to move because we are so aware that this holy, terrifying God has busied Himself bringing us back to Him."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busied Himself  bringing us back to Him? How amazing! How could you not stand in awe that He would busy Himself trying to woo us, trying to win us back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-4981057918551568263?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/4981057918551568263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=4981057918551568263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/4981057918551568263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/4981057918551568263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/06/old-school.html' title='Old School'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-4557170380487717541</id><published>2007-06-01T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T14:09:46.801-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babysitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><title type='text'>New Gig</title><content type='html'>So, I have began to babysit my professor's children for the summer. They are two girls, 6 and 3. They are really cute and I think we will have a good time this summer. I admire their closeness as sisters. The oldest one is so sweet and encouraging to her little sister. They do get under each other's skin sometimes, but I really admire their relationship. Even though they are just little kids, they are the model of what sisters should be like. I wish me and my sisters were that close...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my first day, my professor backed into my car! It was minor, but my side-view mirror got broken off. But it will be fixed soon. Can't sweat the small stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been being really lazy lately in every aspect of my life. I've been really sleepy lately, for some reason. But I am going to pull myself together and get back into the swing of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading Praise Habit. I really like this book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-4557170380487717541?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/4557170380487717541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=4557170380487717541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/4557170380487717541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/4557170380487717541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-gig.html' title='New Gig'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-7047024236850850163</id><published>2007-05-29T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T12:05:48.730-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krystal Meyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>One of my favorite songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really like Krystal Meyers' song Hallelujah. Its beautiful and is good at making me cry. Singing praises to Him...&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ku41Vn_4vLg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ku41Vn_4vLg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-7047024236850850163?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/7047024236850850163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=7047024236850850163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/7047024236850850163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/7047024236850850163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-of-my-favorite-songs.html' title='One of my favorite songs'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-1749300883940064058</id><published>2007-05-28T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:17:03.928-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise Habit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endurance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>One of my favorites verses is 1 Corinthians 13:7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get to a point in my life where I can have my name in place of the word 'love'. AJ never gives up, never loses faith, etc. Especially with that last part: endures through every circumstance. I am learning to surrender myself and I know that with God,  I will be able to endure every circumstance. Next month, I am taking on a number of things that I know will be impossible to do on my own. But I have faith that God will see me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had been learning about the unsurrendered soul. But I left my book in Waco. :( Hopefully my bestest will be nice enough to send it to me, or else I will have to wait or buy another copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while, I'm waiting, I have been reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Praise Habit&lt;/span&gt; by David Crowder. Its a really awesome book and I think he has caught onto something incredible. So, go check out the book if you haven't already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been really rainy lately and has made me want to stay in bed all the time. Thankfully I have a nice mattress, good laptop, and some books near by. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-1749300883940064058?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/1749300883940064058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=1749300883940064058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/1749300883940064058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/1749300883940064058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-5777458401528686792</id><published>2007-05-25T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T09:52:59.170-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>God is straight up crazy.</title><content type='html'>That's what the children of Israel told Moses, according to this minister. They saw His power and were afraid to go speak to Him on the mountain, so they sent Moses because, "God is straight up crazy!" That's according to Cheryl Brady. She is quite funny, but she knows her stuff and how to relay the message to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy powerful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is really really powerful and I am so glad I've got Him on my side to walk me through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No bluebonnets, just lots of rain yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten behind on my readings, so I have to play ketchup (hehe).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-5777458401528686792?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/5777458401528686792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=5777458401528686792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/5777458401528686792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/5777458401528686792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/05/god-is-straight-up-crazy.html' title='God is straight up crazy.'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-8885101524096108454</id><published>2007-05-24T08:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T08:56:16.663-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life or death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bluebonnets'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I get to see the bestest to day if I get my butt up and start moving around! I'm excited! I need batteries for the cam and a phone card for the road because my cell doesn't pick up a signal and I know that I WILL be the one to get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the past couple of nights, I have been looking for Bible verses that have to do with J-HLP (I call it "Jesus Help!" Don't steal it. If it works, I may use it as a learning tool one day);  joy, healing, life and praise. I have chosen one verse for each theme every night, so  they can  help me throughout the day.  So, for the first "life" index card, I chose this verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Today I have given you the choice between life and death, between blessings and curses. Now I call on heaven and earth to witness the choice you make. Oh, that you would choose life, so that you and your descendants might live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Deuteronomy 30:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to choose life. I know people would ask, "Well, why would you choose death anyway?" Well, death is easier. You don't have to do anything if you're dead. You can even stop breathing (haha). But choosing life means I have to let God clear out all the cobwebs, skeletons, dust bunnies and the like. All the dead stuff. And because I have had those things for so long, I've gotten used to them. And though they may seem like crap, you become accustomed to them. Its like living in a city with smog. If you live there all your life, you get used to it. Then you get out into the country, with fresh air, and you think it smells funny. You want to go back to the city where the air smells "normal" to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I choose life. The air may smell funny for awhile, but I'm sure I'll get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna go take pictures of stuff on my way back. The buildings get smaller as I leave downtown and the bluebonnets get more abundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/8758347914500372152-8885101524096108454?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/8885101524096108454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=8885101524096108454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/8885101524096108454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/8885101524096108454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/05/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-924355033533687228</id><published>2007-05-23T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T11:30:01.232-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rhapsody in Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano'/><title type='text'>Rhapsody in Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Have you ever heard Rhapsody in Blue? Its one of the most beautiful and most notable pieces by the late George Gershwin. I was enjoying it on my walk this morning. It starts out really majestic. You can hear this incredible orchestra accompanying the piano. But about half-way through the piece, the piano is alone. Everything else stops and you can only hear the pianist's two hands playing two different sounds, but they are in harmony. I find it to be the most beautiful part of the song. I am definitely not a music expert and I stopped playing the piano years ago. But I remember during piano lessons, my teacher accompanying me in certain pieces. We would start off playing together, then there would be a place where I would play on my own, and then she would come back into the piece towards the end. All of this said, it just reminded me of where I'm at now. Most of my life, I've had an orchestra accompanying me; friends, family, coworkers, peers, all supporting me. It sounded nice having all these people around. But now, its just me and Jesus, two hands on the piano. It is kind of a shock going from loud and majestic, to simple and slow. But I know its going to turn out to be the most beautiful part of the piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is day 2. Its really dreary looking outside, but it felt really nice. Its windy and cool and cloudy; perfect for walking. I've gotten off to a good start; I'm slow but sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to go to Waco to get the bestest today or tomorrow. I miss her all the time. She's fun and I can talk to her about anything. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-924355033533687228?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/924355033533687228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=924355033533687228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/924355033533687228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/924355033533687228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/05/rhapsody-in-blue.html' title='Rhapsody in Blue'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-6399581755329891546</id><published>2007-05-22T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T08:59:14.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unhappiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>21 days to kick a habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have a habit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;of unhappiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. I have so many unhealed hurts and unmet needs. They have made me angry, bitter, hurt, sad, you name it. And I have just been burying them continually and not addressing my unsurrendered soul. I kept all this crap inside and let it build up, instead of giving it to Jehovah Raffa (God the Healer). It has infected my life so much; every aspect of my life. But what hurts the most is that I've allowed it to go on for so long and now it has screwed up my relationship with the one I love so much. I can't take it anymore and it all came to a head last night. As I lay in my bed crying, I felt this brick on my chest and I just wanted God to take it off. I could physically feel it weighing me down. I couldn't breath and could barely speak. So I asked God to take it off, take it out. I was actually begging at this time. I don't want to be bitter and resentful anymore. I want happy and if surrendering is what it takes, I'll do it. I will do anything to be able to really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; smile; without pain behind it, without having to fake it. Just genuine happiness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It takes 21 days to make or break a habit. So in 21 days, I want to break the cycle of evil and create a habit of surrendering; being happy. I know that it may take longer and I will be patient. But 21, it seems like a good number. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    -I was born on the 21st day of July.&lt;br /&gt;    -I will be 21 this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    -7 (the number of completion) x 3 (the triune God) = 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Maybe, just maybe I will be a new creature in Christ by the 21st day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But today is day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and I have never been too good at forming or breaking habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And if the younger Simpson sister has any knowledge about it, it'll take 28. But this is for you Satan. I won't take you or me screwing with my head anymore... You were already defeated anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;28 days to kick the habit&lt;br /&gt;28 days to let you go&lt;br /&gt;28 days and I'll be on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've been sorry for something&lt;br /&gt;Something gets me nothing and nothing's such a waste&lt;br /&gt;All this time I've been sayin' I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;But why should I be sorry for all of your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A. Simpson&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/8758347914500372152-6399581755329891546?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/6399581755329891546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=6399581755329891546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/6399581755329891546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/6399581755329891546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/05/21-days-to-kick-habit.html' title='21 days to kick a habit'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758347914500372152.post-2018013546035129307</id><published>2007-05-17T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:32:27.781-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>I wonder if I will actually be able to write anything really meaningful in this blog. Every one's writings seem so...so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AMAZING and poignant&lt;/span&gt;. I want something to happen in my world that will make me want to write like that. I want to run away from the mediocrity of my so called life. I would love to have an incredible story to tell. You know, the ones made for the movies. Like a romantic comedy or something. Gosh! I feel like I'm going to DIE OF BOREDOM. This is going to be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt; summer.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I might just have to make up my own story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758347914500372152-2018013546035129307?l=ajac-oliver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/feeds/2018013546035129307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758347914500372152&amp;postID=2018013546035129307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/2018013546035129307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758347914500372152/posts/default/2018013546035129307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajac-oliver.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>Annietrao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10409407347348918617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
