<?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-7026389197903126759</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:19:37.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah Elizabeth</title><subtitle type='html'>My heart and flesh may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. Psalm 73:26</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenpictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7026389197903126759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenpictoria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hannah Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12968955411636474061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeKekycekU8/SfYrg7FBQSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XstC9HH95o4/S220/IMG_1500.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7026389197903126759.post-8172674307681273729</id><published>2010-01-05T12:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:18:07.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Follow me on my new blog:&lt;br /&gt;becoming-the-jones-family.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Some of my friends and I are participating in an email recipe exchange. It's been fun getting different recipes from people I don't even know! Here are a few that I am looking forward to trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fromm Jill Flowers&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite easiest recipes but I make a few substitutions to make it healthy and a tasty…at least to my familyJ&lt;br /&gt;MEATLOAF – LIPTON STYLE – this is one of those 30 min meals that makes life as an athletic trainer easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 envelope Lipton® Recipe Secrets® Onion Soup Mix (I also use beefy onion or onion/mushroom for different flavors)&lt;br /&gt;2 lbs. ground beef (I use 1.25-1.50# of the 96% LEAN ground meat or some friends have used turkey)&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup plain dry bread crumbs* (my substitute is the quick 3min oatmeal)&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup water&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup ketchup (my substitute is to use (2) 6 oz V8 juice which will also take care of the water and it adds a great flavor and it adds a vegetable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hand combine the ingredients (with gloves) and place it in a round glass bunt bowl, cover with a paper plate and cook it in the microwave for a total of about 15 min.  The round shape of the meat in the bunt bowl allows it to cook evenly in the microwave so it is done MUCH faster.J  Cook at 5-6 min intervals and check the meat doneness between intervals.  Then before the last 5-6 min of cooking, I cut it into quarters.  Or you can follow the traditional baking directions below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Preheat oven to 350°. Combine all ingredients in large bowl.&lt;br /&gt;2. Shape into loaf in 13 x 9-inch baking or roasting pan.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bake uncovered 1 hour or until done. Let stand 10 minutes before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Gaylynn Sills&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Enchiladas&lt;br /&gt;1 whole fryer (or I use 4 to 5 chicken breast)&lt;br /&gt;1 can chopped green chilis&lt;br /&gt;1 can cream of chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;1 can cream of celery soup&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;Flour tortillas&lt;br /&gt;Cheddar and Monterrey Jack Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Boil Chicken until done and then cut up.  Combine Chicken, green chilis, both soups and chicken broth.  Bring to a boil.  Put mixture in the flour tortillas and roll up.&lt;br /&gt;Place rolled tortillas in a greased pan.  Spread cheeses over the top and bake at 350 degrees until cheese is melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Michelle Baker&lt;br /&gt;DUMP CAKE &lt;br /&gt;1)       regular box of yellow cake mix&lt;br /&gt;2)       1 can cherry pie filling (I buy the lite one)&lt;br /&gt;3)       1 can crushed pineapple&lt;br /&gt;4)       2 sticks butter – melted&lt;br /&gt;5)       Crushed pecans ½ cup or so – (optional) &lt;br /&gt;Take a 9 x 13 pan – do not grease do nothing&lt;br /&gt;DUMP the entire can juice and all of pineapple use the back of a spoon and spread evenly&lt;br /&gt;DUMP the entire can of pie filling use the back of a spoon and spread evenly&lt;br /&gt;DUMP the entire box of dry cake mix use the back of a spoon and spread evenly&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle the entire package or ½ cup handful of pecans on top&lt;br /&gt;Pour the melted butter EVENLY over the top &lt;br /&gt;Cook in 350 oven for @ 45 minutes – &lt;br /&gt;Comes out like a cobbler - Serve warm with vanilla ice cream J&lt;br /&gt;You can change all kinds of parts of this receipe.  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I close the door after checking every one's ID as they enter the classroom, reminding them to tuck in their shirts and turn their phones off. The familiar voice of our principal comes over the loud speaker, and we all rise to pledge our allegiance. The students stand, facing the small and pathetic representations of our state and country that are attached to the white board. Some actually look at the flag while others stare at the floor, yawn, or make a face at their friend across the room. On a good day, one or two students may be awake enough to mumble through the pledges, but it means nothing to them. It is just a part of their daily routine, a routine that began years ago on their very first day of school. Now, 13 or so years later, it's no different then brushing their teeth. When did we stop teaching the purpose of this routine? The magnitude of this action; to pledge allegiance to something is anything but routine. It's a commitment, a lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to dictionary.com to pledge allegiance is to solemnly promise the loyalty of a citizen to his or her government. I'll be the first to admit that I fall short of this. I complain along with everyone else about all the mistakes our government is making, certain &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; have the solution. It's not my fault, I didn't vote for them. When I pledge allegiance, I'm really just promising my loyalty to those in our government who I voted for, leaving me the right to complain about our leaders who I feel are unfit for the role...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents raised me better than this. They taught me to have respect for those in authority, even when I disagree with the choices they make. I may not have voted for you, but you were elected and I will support every decision you make because I have pledged my allegiance to this country and its government. I will do my part if you do yours, for I can not pledge my allegiance to a country who does not fight for the values it was founded upon. One Nation UNDER GOD, indivisible, with liberty and justice for ALL. When you take that oath, you are pledging your allegiance to these values, promising to defend them at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Nation under God- This is the core of our country. As Derek Webb wrote, "My first allegiance is not to a flag, a country, or a man.My first allegiance is not to democracy or blood, it's to a King and a Kingdom." We are to seek God in every decision, keeping Him the CENTER of our nation. Instead, we have taken Him out of the schools and to even speak of Him could cost you your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indivisible- We spend more time trying to obtain the majority, planning for the NEXT election, rather then focus on the here and now. Instead of fighting and defending bills that represent the values we were founded upon, we waste time gossiping and complaining about the red and blue. What happened to the UNITED States of America? I often feel like the Divided States of America is a more appropriate name. Over the last several years the few times I have felt united was during a tragedy like 9/11, Hurricane Katrine and Ike, or the shooting at Virginia Tech. Shouldn't I feel that we are united every single day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Liberty- I teach the required speech credit students in Texas must take to graduate from high school. I teach them about the 1st Amendment and their right to freedom of speech, and yet I'm not allowed to share my faith with them. How is this liberty? How is this free? What would Patrick Henry have to say about this? Would he choose our weakened concept of liberty or would he choose death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice for all- I feel so much pride in our country when I hear stories of our troops fighting for justice, or the stories of rescue missions taking place on enemy territory. We fight for the beaten, abandoned, and abused. The jobless, homeless, sick, and the old. However, we draw the line at the unborn. They have no voice, no rights, no choice. How is this just?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands, because I am a part of that republic. For I believe in a Nation that is one under God, indivisible and united, not just in name but in what we stand for, with liberty and justice for every single being. 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My students are convinced I have the swine flu. Now you would think that this would make them paranoid and what not, but they think it's awesome. To quote one of my students, "Dude Miss, how cool would it be if you were one of the 20 confirmed cases! And we know you!" Me-oh-my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this past weekend I got to go home and meet my beautiful new nephew- Joshua James Holt. I started calling him "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt;" but my sister (his mother) said that was "gay-gay" but, in the defense of anyone named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt;, know that I personally think that name is charming. However, to appease my sister.... Gator it is. (For those of you who don't know, when my sister found out she was expecting, Isaiah on his own started calling the baby Alligator. It stuck.) He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; precious. I'm glad I got to see him while he is still at the "all I do is eat, poop, and sleep" stage. In a month when I go home again he will look so different. I loved snuggling with him. It amazes me that someone can hold something so beautiful and fragile and still not believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very refreshing being home, I just wish I could have stayed longer. I always have such mixed emotions about home. My heart longs to be home, but at the same time I am so happy with life here. I really am torn between two wonderful places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Things&lt;/span&gt; at school are crazy right now. We have the dreaded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt; tests this week. After that, only FIVE MORE WEEKS OF SCHOOL!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Holla&lt;/span&gt;! The month of May is going to be super busy.&lt;br /&gt;-May 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I am taking the day off for a friends graduation here in Houston. The graduation is at 9 am so I get the whole day!! Hooray!!&lt;br /&gt;-May 21-25 I'm going with the debate team to..... NEW YORK!!!!!! I'm so excited. NYC has been one of my "must &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sees&lt;/span&gt;" for so many years. Hooray for marking places of my list!&lt;br /&gt;-May 29 I am taking that day off for my dear sweet small groups HS graduation back home! Can't believe my girls (who were in 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade when I started working with them) are all graduating and moving off to college! Makes me feel old! It will be nice to be home again for a few days so soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the latest breaking news. I'M GOING BACK TO PANAMA THIS SUMMER!!!!!!!! I know. You are probably just as excited as I am :) God is so faithful. Through out all my different plans and what not for this summer, my hearts desire has consistently been to go and visit my friends in Panama. However, with it not being a mission trip, I just could not finance it. Flights are just too much these days. Last week, I was sitting at my desk and the Lord laid it on my heart to call my mom and express to her how badly I wanted to go back to Panama. When I called her she said, "Hannah. Dad has TONS of frequent flier points. I'm sure he would love to help!" And she was right. With in 24 hours I had booked my FREE flight to Panama. I leave July 15 for 10 wonderful days in my beloved Panama. I'll be staying with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Aylen's&lt;/span&gt; family while I'm there. It is going to be so different this time because it's not a mission trip, and I'll once again be back in a Spanish speaking home! I get to see all my wonderful friends, and there is a chance that I might get to go to Costa Rica for a few days while I'm there to visit some missionaries that used to live in Panama and help them with a camp they are putting on. GOD IS SO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like that phrase, "God is so good" has been a constant phrase for me in the last few weeks. Well, last few months actually. I'm sure if you read my blogs faithfully you see that. It's a lot to convey all at once. Take me out to coffee and I'd be blessed to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading &lt;em&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/em&gt; again. That book blesses me. My small group is beginning to study Romans. I am looking forward to this. I feel like it is a very applicable book of the Bible for me right now. 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Yeah 10 days. Not too bad. Life has been pretty busy. School is going good, although I will admit there are a few students giving me some gray hairs. But that is expected, right? Debate team did MUCH better this past weekend with a few students moving on to the semi-finals. Very proud of them. They are currently working on their 3rd speech- a group speech. They love the fact that it's group work... because then they have an excuse to talk all class long. Haha! Speaking of school... here's a picture of MY classroom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeKekycekU8/SRgZEXu1y2I/AAAAAAAAACw/p70ePf4SD4c/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CeKekycekU8/SRgZEXu1y2I/AAAAAAAAACw/p70ePf4SD4c/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266987327090445154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before I start blogging about what I actually wanted to blog about, here's a run down of my super-fun weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Debate vs. Clear Lake. I got to drive the party bus (also known as a 15 passenger van). Takes me back to my Rock On days at PC (shout out to Tim Holms!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: I GOT TO SLEEP IN! Holla! Then I went to U of H to take a test... but afterwards Daniel took me ice skating! Hooray! Is it possible to get worse at something? I do not remember being extremely bad at ice skating when I went soph year. Katie Holt- do you remember? Anyway. I was pretty much awful at ice skating but I blame the extremely wet ice. Seriously, it was a total melt down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: church (have I mentioned how much I love my church?), then guess who came to visit?!? KATIE BUCHER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeKekycekU8/SRgZh_vIDKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1S0dn-uYews/s1600-h/IMG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CeKekycekU8/SRgZh_vIDKI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1S0dn-uYews/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266987836045266082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love her. She drove down from C-Stat just to hang out with me. So blessed. We had a great time catching up. She's pretty much thebomb.com. Then I went to small groups where we planned the most ballin' party ever. And we took pictures (see below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeKekycekU8/SRgYySNbcZI/AAAAAAAAACo/aNNx8mIdfCw/s1600-h/n92036520283_9371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CeKekycekU8/SRgYySNbcZI/AAAAAAAAACo/aNNx8mIdfCw/s320/n92036520283_9371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266987016370483602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So that was my super-fun weekend. Now onto the original motivation for updating this blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/span&gt; that I've blogged a few times about is still one of the best books I've read. If you haven't gotten a copy of it yet, GO NOW! It will change your life. Anyway, here is a portion of the book that we talked about for a while last night at small groups and has continued to be on my mind. It's from the book, but was actually taken from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is the Gospel&lt;/span&gt; by John Piper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The critical question for our generation- and for every generation- is this: If you could have heaven, with no sickness, and with all the friends you ever had on earth, and all the food you ever liked, and all the leisure activities you ever enjoyed, and all the natural beauties you ever saw, all the physical pleasures you ever tasted, and no human conflict or any natural disaters, could you be satisfied with heaven, if Christ were not there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! So tough, right? I'll be honest with you. My immediate reaction was "yeah, I just might be ok with that" and there is still a little part of me that could be. I've been letting this thought "marinate" in my mind. I think about all the good things it named, friends, food, activities I enjoy, etc. and think about how good those things are. Truly enjoyable because they are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;. I've known a lot of good in my life, and rarely do I experience something good and think "wow God, thank you." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt; is an everyday part of my life. I see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; and become... desenitized? to it. I expect a day with at least a few &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; things. How can I so easily forget that every good thing in my life is because of God? It could not exist with out Him. Therefore a heaven with all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; things in my life could not possibly exists with out Him, right? But what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; it could? What if a heaven could exisit with good but not with God? Would I be satisfied? I know my answer to this is no, but I'll be honest. It's easy to say yes. Good things in life are easy. We know how to enjoy. Living a life for the Almighty is hardwork, and I guess for me when I think of an eternity of worshiping God it could sound like work, or at least not as pleasurable as the good things I have come to expect in life. But heaven is going to be so much more than just worshiping God! I mean we will be in the presence of our Creator! We wont want to do anything but worship Him. Singing praises to Him will give us more pleasure than any good thing we could ever experience here on this earth. It will be so much better than a heaven with all our friends, no sickness, no conflict. It will surpass any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; we could ever imagine. It will be... uh I don't even have the words. That's just how truly awesome it will be. 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I've always been good at this leisurely activity. In high school I would sleep until about 2 pm every Saturday. I could easily sleep for 14 hours straight. Going to sleep has never been a problem for me. However, finding time to sleep is a new obstacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wake up at 4:30 am then that means for a good 8 hour sleep I need to be in bed by... 8:30, right? WHO GOES TO BED AT 8:30?!?!?! Not I. I should go to bed then cuz I definitely need those sweet 8 hours, but there is still so much to be done at 8:30. I'm doing good if I'm in bed by 10. Ridiculous. Needless to say I feel that I am now in a constant state of yawning. I'd take a nap when I get home for work, but I go to sleep just a few hours after that so I feel like I'd be wasting time that could be better spent. I'll just pray that the Lord daily renews my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/span&gt;, and how obsessed I am with it. I just finished chapter 3. Basically it was about understanding the magnitude of being known by Jesus. We all grew up singing "Jesus loves me this I know, for the Bible tells me so." But do we really only believe that He loves us because "for the Bible tells me so"? This was a question raised in the chapter that really hit me hard. About a year ago my mom gave me this wooden signing that says "Jesus knows me this I love." As cute as it is, it bothered me a little bit that the words were out of order. As I read this chapter though, I kept thinking about that phrase. Jesus KNOWS me. He knows me, Hannah King. There is nothing special about me, nothing worthy of being known by Him, and yet not only does He know me, but He knows EVERYTHING about me and has since before I was created (Jer. 1:5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a portion of the book that really hit me. I bet you can guess which two words I struggled hearing the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The very fact that a holy, eternal, all-knowing, all-powerful, merciful, fair, and just God loves you and me is nothing short of astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wildest part is that Jesus doesn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to love us. He doesn't need me or you. Yet He wants us, chooses us, even considers us His inheritance (Eph. 1:18). The greatest knowledge we can ever have is knowing God treasures us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really is amazing beyond description. The holy Creator sees you as His 'glorious inheritance.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony is that while God doesn't need us but still wants us, we desperately need God but don't really want Him most of the time. He treasures us and anticipates our departure from this earth to be with Him- and we wonder, indifferently, how much we have to do for Him to get by."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! SO STINKIN' GOOD! Ok, now lets go back to the part that hit me the most- "glorious inheritance." The reference to that is from Eph. 1:18. However, if you back up to verse 13-14 it says, "In Him, you also, after listening to the message of truth, the gospel of your salvation-having also believed, you were sealed in Him with the Holy Spirit of promise,who is given as a pledge of our inheritance, with a view to the redemption of God's own possession, to the praise of His glory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this inheritance? Is it Heaven? I think that that is part of it. But think about the word inheritance. Webster defines it as "to receive as an heir at the death of the previous holder." Our inheritance (now please know that this is only my interpretation) is Life. Jesus (the previous holder) died for you and me so that we could inherit life. And not just any life, but an enternal life with no pain, no sickness, no hurt. A life where all we do is worship God. Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty! There really is no greater love than this! He died for us so that we could have Life. Think about this, He DIED for us, for me. And He KNOWS me, everything about me. I would not die for me. I've screwed up, I am very unworthy of this Life He freely gives, and yet, despite my unworthiness and knowing all my flaws, HE STILL DIED FOR ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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SO here is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;legit&lt;/span&gt; blog for those of you who are faithful readers. (ps: I would really like to know who my readers are, so please leave a comment.) I'm currently sitting in an air port waiting to board for a flight to Corpus Christi. Myself and the other speech teacher from my school are going there for the remainder of the week for a &lt;a href="http://www.etsca.com/home.asp"&gt;speech teacher conference&lt;/a&gt;. I'm looking forward to the workshops and am already excited about applying what I learn in the classroom, but I'm not looking forward to sitting in workshops from 8 am to 9 pm for the next 3 days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to begin! For those of you who have not quite caught on, I moved to the Houston area in August. &lt;a href="http://www.pasadenatexas.com/"&gt;Pasadena&lt;/a&gt; more specifically. I'm teaching high school speech and lovin' it! It is way harder than I had expected, but I like the challenge. God has been so faithful to me. The move was flawless, getting started at school was a smooth transition, and I fell in love with the first church I visited. I've made friends, and feel "at home" here in this great town. Of course I miss my family dearly, but my busy schedule helps distract me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasadena: I really like it here. Close enough to the water that I can satisfy my love for the ocean, far enough away from downtown Houston that I don't feel like a fish out of water, 10 minute drive to work, and I live next to a Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles. Life is good. I should add that three weeks into the semester I evacuated for Hurricane Ike. Awesome. School was closed for 2 weeks. I received only minor damage at my apartment (praise the Lord!) but many I know lost almost if not everything. My electricity was only out for a few days, but everyone around me (including next door) went weeks with out electricity. It has been hard on our area, but God has changed the lives of many through this disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School: I have about 130 students, the majority of them are Hispanic. A few of my students speak very little English, and I am suddenly aware of why God called me to "learn" Spanish. I'm getting to practice it daily, which is wonderful. It amazes me how the majority of my students are the same age (Juniors) and yet everyone of my 5 classes are soooo completely different. 1st period- extremely quite. But that is totally understandable. It is after all 7:15 am (did I mention I wake up at 4:30 am? My dad would say that's karma). 3rd period is a great class. They are well-behaved and responsive to our lessons. You'd think they'd be my favorite, right? Just wait. 4th period is a fun class, the only hard part is they are in there for almost 2 hours. It is so hard to keep them awake when they are ready to get up, move around, and eat lunch! (Speaking of lunch, it starts at 9:45 am. Crazy!) Then there is 6th period, my biggest class. I have 33 students in there. Individually, they are great. However, they all have a TON of energy and lots to say. I have a little trouble managing that class, but I'm learning. And finally, 7th period. My favorite, and not just because it's the last class of the day. I would never tell them they are my favorite class, but I don't mind mentioning it here. So what is so great about them? Well first of all, about half the baseball team is in that class which is just fun. Secondly, they are hilarious! I'm positive I teach some of the funniest kids in the school. But finally, they are my favorite because they are good learners and seem to enjoy what we are learning. They are fairly easy to teach, and help make the learning environment enjoyable. I can't think of a better class to end the day with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also help coach Debate. The head coach heads up the actual debate part of the team (believe it or not, you do more than debate at tournaments!). I help the students write their speeches, practice for improv speeches, prose, poetry, and theater. Yes, those are all events with in debate. Amazing, huh? I'm learning a lot and enjoying it, but there is a down side... it keeps me at school for about 2 extra hours everyday and we travel for tournaments almost every weekend. However, it is all worth it.  So that is enough about school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I'll add one more thing. I sent my first kid to the principal. It was one of the hardest things I've ever done, and I felt so bad. After all my students left the classroom, I cried. I dreaded seeing the student the next day, but to my surprise I am still his favorite teacher. Gives me a cool picture of how it must be for God to discipline us. It pains Him but we love Him all the more for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church: My church is AMAZING! A friend had invited me, and I praise the Lord for that friend. The church has made my transition here so much better. The &lt;a href="http://sagemontblog.startlogic.com/college/"&gt;college+&lt;/a&gt; group is wonderful, my pastor is oozing with wisdom, and the people are so loving. I am truly blessed. Oh and I got invited to start attending a small group which I'll begin on Sunday. We are going to be reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crazylovebook.com/"&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I'm definitely looking forward to this. I miss having a group of girls to grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final thought: EMILY POTEET COME HOME PLEASE!!!!! My best friend is living it Australia and will be there until the middle of Dec. I haven't seen her since May. We talk almost daily, but it just isn't enough. I miss my 'lil Poteet! I can't wait for her to come home and then move to Pasadena to live with me! (wishful thinking, I know...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart and flesh may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 73:26&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;
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