<?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-8862229101876091757</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:13:34.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Moment And...</title><subtitle type='html'>Taste and see the the Lord is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.
Psalm 34:8</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758944775805834878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/ShrAMpaZt8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/V9qgQa_fMys/S220/DSCN2860.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862229101876091757.post-8158671456627650375</id><published>2010-04-18T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:39:50.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE, assorted</title><content type='html'>I've been a bad blogger. I didn't even write about my trip to Alabama, which has come and gone (way too quickly). We had a wonderful time, just enjoying the little things about being together- going to Target, eating dinner together, we even braved the beach on a rather windy day. I don't have many pictures (in fact, I have no pictures, Andy has them all). Now it's back to the grind of trying to start a life together, apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping busy teaching and learning, and learning to teach, and learning how NOT to teach. I'm taking two classes right now (one just started and the other is ending) that are really challenging me in my teaching. It always sounds nice to be challenged in something, but the fact is that it's much nicer once you are done being challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding preparations are also keeping me on my toes. I'm working on a slide show for after the ceremony (to keep all of you busy while the Andy and I are taking pictures). Looking through old photos does make me question the authority my parents had over me- why in the world did they let me out of the house looking like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're also working on our invitations and will be sending them out in a couple of weeks- yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no exciting pictures this time. Maybe next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862229101876091757-8158671456627650375?l=takeamomentand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/feeds/8158671456627650375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-assorted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/8158671456627650375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/8158671456627650375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-assorted.html' title='LIFE, assorted'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758944775805834878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/ShrAMpaZt8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/V9qgQa_fMys/S220/DSCN2860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862229101876091757.post-8218353685524220043</id><published>2010-03-15T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:34:58.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>count down central</title><content type='html'>3 days until I arrive in Alabama for the third time in my life. To see the man I will marry in 103 days. Whom I have not seen for 71 days. We'll spend 10 days together, and then 82 days apart. And then we'll be together forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/S577Y58heDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/2gpDTbG_tPM/s1600-h/P1100141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/S577Y58heDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/2gpDTbG_tPM/s320/P1100141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449069004454983730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862229101876091757-8218353685524220043?l=takeamomentand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/feeds/8218353685524220043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2010/03/count-down-central.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/8218353685524220043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/8218353685524220043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2010/03/count-down-central.html' title='count down central'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758944775805834878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/ShrAMpaZt8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/V9qgQa_fMys/S220/DSCN2860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/S577Y58heDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/2gpDTbG_tPM/s72-c/P1100141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862229101876091757.post-8693352016438376833</id><published>2010-03-06T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T17:09:13.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spring in o-re-gone</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking lately that Spring is God's way of congratulating us for making it through the winter. I've also been thinking that I have a very different appreciation for seasons than I did before I lived outside of the US for two years. One more thing I've been thinking is that it is good to appreciate the small stuff in life. Like daffodils and cherry blossoms. And refried beans from a can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanted to share some pictures I took while walking the monster...I mean, dog...that I live with.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/S5L8h-ME0VI/AAAAAAAAAes/XzIODozoXRQ/s1600-h/0303001427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/S5L8h-ME0VI/AAAAAAAAAes/XzIODozoXRQ/s320/0303001427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445692560003879250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/S5L8g5JyAxI/AAAAAAAAAek/2N_jgWQtpqE/s1600-h/0303001427a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/S5L8g5JyAxI/AAAAAAAAAek/2N_jgWQtpqE/s320/0303001427a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445692541472211730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862229101876091757-8693352016438376833?l=takeamomentand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/feeds/8693352016438376833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-in-o-re-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/8693352016438376833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/8693352016438376833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-in-o-re-gone.html' title='spring in o-re-gone'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758944775805834878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/ShrAMpaZt8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/V9qgQa_fMys/S220/DSCN2860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/S5L8h-ME0VI/AAAAAAAAAes/XzIODozoXRQ/s72-c/0303001427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862229101876091757.post-1820550090165937647</id><published>2010-02-27T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T17:25:42.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>teaser</title><content type='html'>On Thursday my dad and I went to the beach. We brought the puppy along. It was a nice day- no wind and not too cold. I like the big puffy clouds. They are much nicer than the solid sheet of gray that covers the Oregon sky in the winter months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/S4m5C5uWI7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/iCEw5KXow1A/s1600-h/0225001653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/S4m5C5uWI7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/iCEw5KXow1A/s320/0225001653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443085084160041906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Baxter. He likes seashells, but does not like being on the leash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/S4m5EIXcIkI/AAAAAAAAAeA/mv3--IvFPnk/s1600-h/0225001521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/S4m5EIXcIkI/AAAAAAAAAeA/mv3--IvFPnk/s320/0225001521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443085105270366786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were we doing at the beach, you ask? My dad was catching these guys. Razor clams. You watch for their holes when the water goes out, and then you dig for them. Or so I'm told. I don't go in the water. I sit in the truck and read my book while he digs.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/S4nAHs4WqGI/AAAAAAAAAeI/moxzoWu6Hx8/s1600-h/0225001648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/S4nAHs4WqGI/AAAAAAAAAeI/moxzoWu6Hx8/s320/0225001648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443092863193098338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's time for my job- preparing clams. I've never even eaten them before, much less cooked them. Flour, egg, crushed saltine crackers. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/S4nAJL6lL7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/MzFg8L7FkKM/s1600-h/0226001745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/S4nAJL6lL7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/MzFg8L7FkKM/s320/0226001745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443092888703807410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are, all battered and beautiful. Then you fry them. They stink really bad when you fry them. They don't taste that great either, in my opinion. Kind of like calamari or something chewy. Eh, I could take it or leave it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/S4nAIbi3ELI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/imYK5eiLLIo/s1600-h/0226001752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/S4nAIbi3ELI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/imYK5eiLLIo/s320/0226001752.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443092875719413938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, there's a little glimpse into life here in Oregon. And a little teaser for those of you who are coming to visit in June! We're planning a big beach trip for all out of town guests on Thursday, June 24th. I can't wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862229101876091757-1820550090165937647?l=takeamomentand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/feeds/1820550090165937647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2010/02/teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/1820550090165937647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/1820550090165937647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2010/02/teaser.html' title='teaser'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758944775805834878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/ShrAMpaZt8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/V9qgQa_fMys/S220/DSCN2860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/S4m5C5uWI7I/AAAAAAAAAdw/iCEw5KXow1A/s72-c/0225001653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862229101876091757.post-7186948356891546747</id><published>2010-02-14T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:04:32.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life decisions</title><content type='html'>Andy and I are praying a lot (and worrying more than we should) about our future. You can join us in praying, if you'd like. We'd appreciate it. We have a few different options in mind. I know what I'd like to tell God I want. But I'm slowly learning not to tell God my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we're spending our first Valentine's Day together, apart. Oh the irony of our atypical relationship. I did, however, get a beautiful bouquet of red roses delivered to my front door. I'm one blessed girl. Andy just got a card. And by got, I mean, will get. For some reason mail can't travel 3,000 miles in two days, even in America. Oops. It's handmade, does that make up for it's lateness? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with the wedding coordinator from the church today. Wishing my fiance could come with me, but thankful that my mom will be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One foot in front of the other...one day at a time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862229101876091757-7186948356891546747?l=takeamomentand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/feeds/7186948356891546747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-decisions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/7186948356891546747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/7186948356891546747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-decisions.html' title='Life decisions'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758944775805834878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/ShrAMpaZt8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/V9qgQa_fMys/S220/DSCN2860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862229101876091757.post-2785868470143927528</id><published>2010-02-07T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:55:44.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting...</title><content type='html'>...is something I'm really bad at. I hate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; for the light to turn green. I hate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; on hold. I hate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; for the next time I get to see Andy. I hate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; for our wedding. I hate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; to see where I'll be working and living next year. Right now I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; for Andy to call and I hate that too (in case you didn't catch the part where I hate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, while I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; for my phone to ring, this is what I read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, hear my voice,&lt;br /&gt;Let your ears be attentive&lt;br /&gt;to my cry for mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you, O Lord, kept a record of sins,&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, who could stand?&lt;br /&gt;But with you there is forgiveness;&lt;br /&gt;therefore you are feared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; for the Lord, my soul &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waits&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and in his word I put my hope.&lt;br /&gt;My soul &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waits&lt;/span&gt; for the Lord&lt;br /&gt;more than watchmen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; for the morning,&lt;br /&gt;more than watchmen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Israel, put your hope in the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;for with the Lord is unfailing love&lt;br /&gt;and with him is full redemption.&lt;br /&gt;He himself will redeem Israel&lt;br /&gt;from all their sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 130&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Israel probably liked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; all that much either. They were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; to be delivered from their captivity. From Babylon back to Jerusalem. Kind of like we are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; to be delivered from earth to heaven. I don't think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waiting&lt;/span&gt; is ever easy. But at least we have Someone to hope in, someone who has fully redeemed us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862229101876091757-2785868470143927528?l=takeamomentand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/feeds/2785868470143927528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2010/02/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/2785868470143927528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/2785868470143927528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2010/02/waiting.html' title='waiting...'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758944775805834878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/ShrAMpaZt8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/V9qgQa_fMys/S220/DSCN2860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862229101876091757.post-2123203152042959643</id><published>2010-01-28T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:55:45.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>people, places and things</title><content type='html'>So much going on, and so much to look forward to. My blog has kind of taken a back seat. Mostly because I don't have that much to say! My days consist of 1. being in a long distance relationship (translation: talking on the phone, skype, and texting A LOT), 2. working part time, 3. budgeting with a part time income, 4. planning a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the update on wedding planning:&lt;br /&gt;• June 26, 2010 at St. Paul Lutheran Church in Sherwood. We'll be getting married outside (hopefully....God, did you hear that? Nice weather, please?!) under gigantic evergreen trees. Our wedding website is: millerandpasswater.weddings.com&lt;br /&gt;• I have my dress!! Kind of...I have it, but it's not the right size so I have to return it for a different size. Hopefully it will just have to be hemmed (believe it or not, they don't make dresses the right length for a 5'2" bride...jerks)&lt;br /&gt;• The &lt;a href="http://5slams.blogspot.com/"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/a&gt; are coming!! Sam is officiating and the girls are flower girls!&lt;br /&gt;• The &lt;a href="http://stillinstlouis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robbins&lt;/a&gt; are coming!! Eli is our ring bearer.&lt;br /&gt;• I'm working on organizing food and/or cake inexpensively. Taking suggestions...&lt;br /&gt;• Mulling around a few decorating ideas....I know that we'll have splashes of Africa throughout and gerbera daisies to brighten things up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm struggling to enjoy where I am right now. I have so many exciting things coming up that it's difficult to remain HERE fully. I just can't wait until Andy and I are together, it's hard to enjoy and glorify God now, in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the journey continues...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862229101876091757-2123203152042959643?l=takeamomentand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/feeds/2123203152042959643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2010/01/people-places-and-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/2123203152042959643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/2123203152042959643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2010/01/people-places-and-things.html' title='people, places and things'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758944775805834878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/ShrAMpaZt8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/V9qgQa_fMys/S220/DSCN2860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862229101876091757.post-2901649716805869049</id><published>2009-11-19T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:54:12.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is good.</title><content type='html'>"I did not choose to devote my life to Jesus because I was scared to death of hell or because I wanted crowns in heaven... but because he is good."&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;Shane Claiborne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is good. Lord, let me rest in that promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862229101876091757-2901649716805869049?l=takeamomentand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/feeds/2901649716805869049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-is-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/2901649716805869049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/2901649716805869049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-is-good.html' title='He is good.'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758944775805834878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/ShrAMpaZt8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/V9qgQa_fMys/S220/DSCN2860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862229101876091757.post-6538868778177184743</id><published>2009-11-04T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:46:57.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fall days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/SvJKabjrfII/AAAAAAAAAdk/LJrz1iT2gX8/s1600-h/IMG_4311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/SvJKabjrfII/AAAAAAAAAdk/LJrz1iT2gX8/s320/IMG_4311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400460721105108098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/SvJKaFIb7WI/AAAAAAAAAdc/PY0RMxb1Gfc/s1600-h/IMG_4337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/SvJKaFIb7WI/AAAAAAAAAdc/PY0RMxb1Gfc/s320/IMG_4337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400460715085262178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/SvJKZ7PZGvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/hYhvONykAsw/s1600-h/IMG_4336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/SvJKZ7PZGvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/hYhvONykAsw/s320/IMG_4336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400460712430082802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/SvJKZYrMTlI/AAAAAAAAAdM/BV2XTy_oh5w/s1600-h/IMG_4329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/SvJKZYrMTlI/AAAAAAAAAdM/BV2XTy_oh5w/s320/IMG_4329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400460703151443538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862229101876091757-6538868778177184743?l=takeamomentand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/feeds/6538868778177184743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/6538868778177184743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/6538868778177184743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-days.html' title='fall days'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758944775805834878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/ShrAMpaZt8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/V9qgQa_fMys/S220/DSCN2860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/SvJKabjrfII/AAAAAAAAAdk/LJrz1iT2gX8/s72-c/IMG_4311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862229101876091757.post-4587125057948015577</id><published>2009-11-01T16:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:41:50.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the story continues</title><content type='html'>You may remember that Andy and I were really just friends at one point (for real, &lt;a href="http://megan-malawi.blogspot.com/2009/06/continuing-on-with-things-i-miss-about.html"&gt;remember&lt;/a&gt;?). Sometimes we wonder how we were ever just friends. I know those of you who knew is in Malawi are giving the biggest eye roll ever at that statement. You all seemed to see things so much more clearly than we did. But, all of those details are part of our story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On October 30th, we added another chapter to our story. Many of you are begging for details, so here they are. Pictures and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First, dinner at Queen Sheba Ethiopian Restaurant. We loved going to Ethiopian food in Malawi with our friends. In fact, the Malawi restaurant even has the same name. The food was delicious and it's a pretty intimate meal to share together, since you eat it with your hands!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.queenofsheba.biz/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 201px;" src="http://www.queenofsheba.biz/logo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we went and walked around downtown Portland. We were just walking around looking at things, really. Andy was careful to keep me on his right side, since he was holding precious cargo in his jacket pocket. At one point I though I might have felt something, but figured it was just his cell phone or something. He was waiting for the perfect moment. It didn't come in Portland though. So we headed home. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.planetware.com/i/photo/pioneer-courthouse-square-portland-or232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 176px;" src="http://www.planetware.com/i/photo/pioneer-courthouse-square-portland-or232.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home and Andy poured us some wine (made from this one kind of fruit that isn't really a grape, but grows in Alabama, I forget what it's called) and plugged in the iPod with the special playlist we had been listening to in the car. He even titled it "date night." Cute. My suspicions were aroused a little bit because he kept his coat right next to where we were sitting on the couch. Hmm. We were cuddling on the couch and reminiscing about the first time Andy told me that he loved me and hoped to marry me. At that point our song came on (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJ3xTjvj9tw"&gt;You Are the Best Thing, Ray LaMontange&lt;/a&gt;) and he said, "I have some more to add to that conversation. Is that okay?" I said, "Okay." He reached (very stealthily) into his jacket and pulled out the ring box and said, "Will you marry me?" I was slightly confused, and in shock. We hugged, we kissed, I was laughing. I remembered that he asked a question that required an answer. I said yes and we hugged some more. After a couple of minutes I realized that I hadn't even looked at the ring. I asked to see it and he put in on my finger. It is beautiful. I love it. Not as much as I love him though. We took these pictures a few minutes later. Enjoy! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/Su4243OYxxI/AAAAAAAAAc8/c7thOXDTtyk/s1600-h/IMG_4348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/Su4243OYxxI/AAAAAAAAAc8/c7thOXDTtyk/s320/IMG_4348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399313353788671762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/Su425Ts_fjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/91bA-lru5zc/s1600-h/P1100129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/Su425Ts_fjI/AAAAAAAAAdE/91bA-lru5zc/s320/P1100129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399313361433230898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/Su424sf0TSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/fqUOxpLaKc4/s1600-h/IMG_4347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/Su424sf0TSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/fqUOxpLaKc4/s320/IMG_4347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399313350908988706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862229101876091757-4587125057948015577?l=takeamomentand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/feeds/4587125057948015577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-story-continues.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/4587125057948015577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/4587125057948015577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-story-continues.html' title='and the story continues'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758944775805834878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/ShrAMpaZt8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/V9qgQa_fMys/S220/DSCN2860.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/Su4243OYxxI/AAAAAAAAAc8/c7thOXDTtyk/s72-c/IMG_4348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862229101876091757.post-1653222047371404531</id><published>2009-10-08T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:19:19.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O the Deep, Deep Love of Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="lyrics"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O the deep, deep love of Jesus, vast, unmeasured, boundless, free!&lt;br /&gt;Rolling as a mighty ocean in its fullness over me!&lt;br /&gt;Underneath me, all around me, is the current of Thy love&lt;br /&gt;Leading onward, leading homeward to Thy glorious rest above!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O the deep, deep love of Jesus, spread His praise from shore to shore!&lt;br /&gt;How He loveth, ever loveth, changeth never, nevermore!&lt;br /&gt;How He watches o’er His loved ones, died to call them all His own;&lt;br /&gt;How for them He intercedeth, watcheth o’er them from the throne!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O the deep, deep love of Jesus, love of every love the best!&lt;br /&gt;’Tis an ocean full of blessing, ’tis a haven giving rest!&lt;br /&gt;O the deep, deep love of Jesus, ’tis a heaven of heavens to me;&lt;br /&gt;And it lifts me up to glory, for it lifts me up to Thee!&lt;/p&gt;AMEN!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862229101876091757-1653222047371404531?l=takeamomentand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/feeds/1653222047371404531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-deep-deep-love-of-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/1653222047371404531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/1653222047371404531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-deep-deep-love-of-jesus.html' title='O the Deep, Deep Love of Jesus'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758944775805834878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/ShrAMpaZt8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/V9qgQa_fMys/S220/DSCN2860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862229101876091757.post-3335898691342501588</id><published>2009-09-29T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:09:19.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>been a while...</title><content type='html'>September is almost over. This is the first time I've spent September in Oregon since 2006. The leaves are changing a little bit (that usually happens more in October), the temperature is dropping, and the rain is starting. In fact, we just lit our first fire of the season. In our house we have a rule that the heater can't be turned on until November. Hence, the sweatpants, sweat shirt, and blanket that are keeping me warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything too profound to share at this moment, but there are some ways you can pray, if you would like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Hospice says Auntie Anne has 3-10 days left. My family is beginning the familiar process of gathering together in anticipation of goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;• Andy and I are still trying to work out our future. Or rather, waiting on God to direct our future. Pray that we would be content where he has placed us, and patient as we wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862229101876091757-3335898691342501588?l=takeamomentand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/feeds/3335898691342501588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2009/09/been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/3335898691342501588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/3335898691342501588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2009/09/been-while.html' title='been a while...'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758944775805834878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/ShrAMpaZt8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/V9qgQa_fMys/S220/DSCN2860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862229101876091757.post-5647906458488256444</id><published>2009-09-10T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:20:37.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>equations and magic</title><content type='html'>I have never really been in a position quite like this. Honestly, I’m really tired of it. I know that I’m not supposed to be in control and I know that I’m supposed to trust God and I know that he’ll take care of me and all of that. But, I am really tired of being completely in the dark. Of being pulled one way and then the opposite way on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so easy for me to think like this: Once I trust God enough, once I let go enough, once I release it to Him...THEN I’ll know my answers. I’ve heard my fair share of sermons like that, and I’ve heard enough testimonials like that to know that it is a popular thought. It might not be all wrong. God does desire our deepest trust, and he does want us to surrender control of our lives to him. I do believe that. I don’t believe that we are capable of it on our own. If we are then the question becomes, how much is enough? How much trust is enough trust? How much letting go is enough? It turns into an equation: Enough trust + enough surrender = revealing of God’s will, giving of my answers, etc. We are not waiting for the magical combination of trust and dependence to click and then God will wave his wand and the problem will be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I think it is quite selfish of me to believe that God accomplishing his will in my life and in the world depends on how much I trust him. I don’t believe that God needs anything from me. Desire deeply? Yes. Need? No. Though he does want me to trust him, and he may be teaching me how to trust him more (he most certainly is!), I don’t believe he is holding me in suspense and in limbo waiting for the lesson to finally sink in before he plops me down in the center of his will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I am not waiting for a balanced equation or a magical combination, where does that leave me? On my knees. Praying for God’s Spirit to work in me, to comfort me, to lead me, to give me joy in the midst of uncertainty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862229101876091757-5647906458488256444?l=takeamomentand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/feeds/5647906458488256444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2009/09/equations-and-magic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/5647906458488256444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/5647906458488256444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2009/09/equations-and-magic.html' title='equations and magic'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758944775805834878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/ShrAMpaZt8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/V9qgQa_fMys/S220/DSCN2860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862229101876091757.post-6695514294752030891</id><published>2009-09-02T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:02:04.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Album!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Here's a bunch of the pictures from our recent adventures in Oregon and Alabama. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2026902&amp;amp;id=98300908&amp;amp;l=b1e4fee9ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862229101876091757-6695514294752030891?l=takeamomentand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/feeds/6695514294752030891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2009/09/photo-album.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/6695514294752030891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/6695514294752030891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2009/09/photo-album.html' title='Photo Album!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758944775805834878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/ShrAMpaZt8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/V9qgQa_fMys/S220/DSCN2860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8862229101876091757.post-7182632999003977121</id><published>2009-08-26T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:54:44.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take A Moment</title><content type='html'>One of my professors used begin class the same way every time. "Let's take a moment," she would say. And then she would pause in silence as we quieted our hearts and minds before the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not very good at "taking moments" without being reminded. But that's what life is about- the moments that cause us to be still. We may be still from awe, or praise, or joy, or even fear or sadness, but the point is that we are still. Our attention is moved away from ourselves and our eyes are lifted heavenward toward our loving Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a crossroads right now. It's easy to focus on the uncertainty of the future, and to romanticize the past during times of transition. I don't want to do that. I want to practice living in the present. So, I thought "take a moment" would be an appropriate way to focus my new (post-Malawi) blog. I hope that my "moments" will help you to appreciate your own moments, and ultimately direct our eyes toward Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hebrews 12:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8862229101876091757-7182632999003977121?l=takeamomentand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/feeds/7182632999003977121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-moment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/7182632999003977121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8862229101876091757/posts/default/7182632999003977121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeamomentand.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-moment.html' title='Take A Moment'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758944775805834878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O01ueEsR8jw/ShrAMpaZt8I/AAAAAAAAAXI/V9qgQa_fMys/S220/DSCN2860.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
