<?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-3905338294574907561</id><updated>2011-11-08T18:38:06.684-08:00</updated><category term='Texas'/><category term='Baking'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Learning'/><category term='Saving'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Food waste'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='Horray for Hypermilling'/><category term='Photography (I try)'/><category term='Ice Skating'/><category term='Law'/><category term='Mystery Box'/><category term='Health and Nutrition'/><title type='text'>Coffee and Conversations</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-7886526496830111289</id><published>2010-06-09T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T18:40:37.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><title type='text'>Five Years</title><content type='html'>It has been five years since I graduated from college!  I can hardly believe it!  At the age of twenty-two, I had big dreams for my life: marriage, children, enough money not to worry about it, a house, a great job at a church.  Some dreams have been realized, and other dreams I mourn haven't yet come to pass.  But I am so thankful for the things I've learned and the people I've met in the past five years!  When I think about how I pictured my life being in 2010 and compare it to the reality that is 2010, I'm not sure I'd trade my current life for my dream life.  I've learned so much and experienced more than I could have imagined back in 2005.  Here are SOME things I am thankful for in these past five years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- learning about rejection and love and how God must feel when we reject Him&lt;br /&gt;- learned what paralegals are (and studied to be one)&lt;br /&gt;- my awesome small group and extraordinary church&lt;br /&gt;- worked in three amazing churches&lt;br /&gt;- went to Ireland three times&lt;br /&gt;- lived in an interestingly diverse area&lt;br /&gt;- finally learned to water ski&lt;br /&gt;- made this beautiful city my "home"&lt;br /&gt;- kept Mali, the fish, alive for the past three years&lt;br /&gt;- I'm healthy&lt;br /&gt;- have a job at one of my favorite places&lt;br /&gt;- took ice skating lessons&lt;br /&gt;- acquired a small obsession with hockey : )&lt;br /&gt;- got into graduate school&lt;br /&gt;- met awesome people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to the next five years! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-7886526496830111289?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/7886526496830111289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=7886526496830111289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7886526496830111289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7886526496830111289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2010/06/five-years.html' title='Five Years'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-2449305033410738851</id><published>2010-03-24T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:51:19.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make-up Recipe</title><content type='html'>I've searched high and low for a lip exfoliant that is similar to the one I used to use from MaryKay with no luck.  It would gently remove the dried and peeling skin off my lips and re-smooth them in the dry winter months.  Then, I came across this great, more natural recipe.  It is simple, easy to make, requires items I normally have around the house, keeps my lips softer than stuff I have bought, and I don't mind if a little gets swallowed (its food rather than unknown chemicals with weird names).  Give it a try:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/S6psh9WQ7PI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QF_1RUbpI-s/s1600/IMG_2288+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/S6psh9WQ7PI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QF_1RUbpI-s/s320/IMG_2288+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452289629544836338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey and Sugar Lip Exfoliant&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 Tablespoons sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon olive oil (optional)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon of lemon juice (optional)&lt;br /&gt;1 Tablespoon honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add honey to make it less thick or sugar to make it thicker depending on your preferance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place on lips (probably not the whole bowl)&lt;br /&gt;Leave on for a minute or two (put more on if you want)&lt;br /&gt;Gently Scrub in a circular motion for a few seconds&lt;br /&gt;Rinse off&lt;br /&gt;Repeat in a few days if your lips are still flaky&lt;br /&gt;Extra can be saved for a few days or used on feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/S6psr4zkxuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EI60Q0OuCTs/s1600/IMG_2289+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/S6psr4zkxuI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EI60Q0OuCTs/s320/IMG_2289+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452289800124286690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-2449305033410738851?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/2449305033410738851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=2449305033410738851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2449305033410738851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2449305033410738851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2010/03/make-up-recipe.html' title='Make-up Recipe'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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/_LZHjSsX0F2c/S6psh9WQ7PI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QF_1RUbpI-s/s72-c/IMG_2288+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-9142700131388206034</id><published>2010-03-15T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T07:03:31.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet More Proof Giving Up Facebook was a Good Idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/S5495ov7hbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/uPFImCTorLk/s1600-h/IMG_0114+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/S5495ov7hbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/uPFImCTorLk/s320/IMG_0114+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448860659565168050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's better than Facebook?  How about playing board games face to face at the coffee shop with five different people this weekend?  : )  Not only did I get to interact with these five wonderful people who amaze me every time I see them, but people from the shop came up and chatted about the game and asked what we were playing...so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co-worker informed me the other day that the year 1975 separates the technology natives from the technology immigrants.  This is the year &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pong"&gt;Pong&lt;/a&gt; was released for home use.  It marks the first time in history humans interacted with technology.  A pixel on a screen could now be controlled with the flick of wrist.  And now, I can instantly let my 200 friends know where I am with the point of a finger on my touch screen.  We interact with screens on a daily, hourly?, basis.  People born before this date are the technology immigrants.  They did not grown up with this face to screen interaction.  Those born after Pong have not known a world without screens (at home, at church, at the bank, at school, in the car, at restaurants, etc).  Screens have become almost lifelike to us.  People are as comfortable, maybe even more comfortable sometimes, interacting with a screen than real people.  A recent article I read talked about how it is easier to say sentimental things online and make a bigger deal of these encripted messages forever stores on a network drive somewhere in outer space than to say them face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Liz, posted this on her facebook (how ironic):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.startribune.com/entertainment/tv/87598062.html?page=2&amp;c=y"&gt;Toughest college test: No cell phone, no Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the same kind of de-sensitizing that I hope to accomplish (and see being accomplished) by my Lenten fast of denying Facebook (though, I'll admit, I've cheated extensively).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll admit.  Technology is great.  Its why you can read my blog and people can share thoughts.  Its why I'm even still in touch with Liz (a high school friend I haven't seen face to face in years).  But it must be used sparingly and we must remember our main form of interaction (face to face, eye to eye).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-9142700131388206034?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/9142700131388206034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=9142700131388206034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/9142700131388206034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/9142700131388206034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2010/03/yet-more-proof-giving-up-facebook-was.html' title='Yet More Proof Giving Up Facebook was a Good Idea'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/S5495ov7hbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/uPFImCTorLk/s72-c/IMG_0114+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-712672780880925029</id><published>2010-03-07T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T08:15:11.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Gave Up Facebook For Lent</title><content type='html'>I came upon this article today and it hit me, this is why I decided to give up Facebook for Lent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/asiapcf/03/07/south.korea.baby.dead/index.html?hpt=T2"&gt;Police: Couple nurtured virtual child while real baby starved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/asiapcf/03/07/south.korea.baby.dead/index.html?hpt=T2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, one could argue that the comparison to this article could be a huge leap.  The truth is, there is no real baby behind the virtual infant they were caring for.  On facebook, behind the photos and wall posts and status updates, there are real people.  So, I have to be careful about drawing too close a comparison between the two.  Virtual facebook friends still have bodies, souls, and spirits.  I still could meet them in person whereas the couple's avatar baby never has or will exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I'm letting babies die while I play on the computer, but in a similar fashion, I sometimes let face to face friendships wane and real people go unnoticed as I spend hours chatting and reading about "friends" with whom I have little personal contact or never would have crossed paths with again but find their online profiles interesting.  I am allowing my real friendships to die off while nurturing my virtual ones, giving them a disproportionate amount of time.  Giving up facebook has made the people I see in real life all that more real and encouraged me to foster or re-ignite relationships with people I see or could see frequently.  It has allowed me to give them my undivided attention and not be distracted by the draw of the virtual world.  It has allowed me more time to play Wii with my neighbor girls, something I've seen pay off as they are now constantly knocking on my door showing me their new passports or asking to come make crafts.  It has given me more time and brain power to pray for my upstairs neighbor who came to my party and think of ways to reach out to him.  Giving up facebook has been a good move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why is facebook so enticing?  It is so much easier to sit in my pjs and chat with multiple people at once, but how much effort it takes to get dressed and out of the house to meet a friend in real life.  I would argue that both can be equally fulfilling and the ease of online makes it enticing, but it blinds us to the reality around us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-712672780880925029?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/712672780880925029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=712672780880925029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/712672780880925029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/712672780880925029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-i-gave-up-facebook-for-lent.html' title='Why I Gave Up Facebook For Lent'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-263827075157679546</id><published>2010-03-03T17:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T12:23:04.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Altar of Dreams</title><content type='html'>It still seems weird to say "I'm celebrating Lent".  Maybe "observing Lent" is a more appropriate phrase, but either way, being a Baptist celebrating Episcopalian Lent while attending Lutheran Lenten services has been quite eye opening.  I've learned about the meaning of Lent, about Jesus spending forty days in the wilderness and being tempted by the devil with things like self-sufficiency and power.  But most of all, I've learned about giving stuff to God.  Lent is understood by most as being a time of giving something up.  Even non-practicing Christians will sometimes observe the season.  People give up coffee, chocolate, smoking, etc. then after forty days of re-defining and bending the rules (after Easter) they get it back.  The concept of Lent reminds me of the story of Abraham in Genesis 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham and his wife, Sarah, were old in age.  They were in their hundreds!  And yet, God told them they would have a child.  When this child was miraculously born, they laughed so hard they named him Isaac (which means he laughs).  Fast forward many years and God tells Abraham to take his precious son, Isaac, up to an alter and sacrifice him.  In those days, people would sacrifice animals as a payment for their sins, but to offer up your son was bizarre.  How hard it must have been for Abraham to obey God and offer Him Isaac.  Abraham took Issac to the altar.  He obeyed God.  In the end, God told Abraham not to sacrifice his son. He saw what priority Abraham gave God in his life.  Whew!  What strikes me about Abraham is his willingness to give up Isaac for God.  He put what he valued most on the altar.  So often, we say we love God more than anything, but we let other things consume our lives.  We let them become idols and, though we would never say it, we let them become more important to us than God.  What do I need to put on the altar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-263827075157679546?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/263827075157679546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=263827075157679546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/263827075157679546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/263827075157679546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2010/03/altar-of-dreams.html' title='An Altar of Dreams'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-7367636716181205586</id><published>2010-02-24T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:35:51.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Lent?</title><content type='html'>Some friends have commented that I've been on facebook since I've been posting notes.  Well, I'm not on facebook, I'm just cheating : )  My blog uploads directly to my facebook and, without facebook, I've been able to process more thoughts I wanted to blog about.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I don't know what it is about Lenten services on Wednesday nights, but I think they're great!  I went to the Lutheran church down the street last year and enjoyed it, so this year, I'm attending again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-7367636716181205586?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/7367636716181205586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=7367636716181205586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7367636716181205586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7367636716181205586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2010/02/breaking-lent.html' title='Breaking Lent?'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-1637746645435597746</id><published>2010-02-23T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:55:32.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lenten Lamentin'</title><content type='html'>I have food to eat, clothes to wear (most of them still fit), a place to live, a church to go to, a cell phone (with texting), twitter, email, Skype, and a blog, but oh...I miss Facebook!  There are people I don't have contact with through any other means and that, I believe, is the hardest thing.  I've broken my Lent fast about three times in order to facebook message those whose phone numbers and email addresses I do not have and need to get a hold of (and they have reminded me I am not to be on Facebook now).  It seems ridiculous and un-beneficial that I am cutting myself off from "the world" in this way (but maybe they are glad to get a break from me : ) ).  I have photos to upload, statuses to read, and witty things to post to my wall.  And...I have all this free time...  My homework is actually getting done.  My Bible is actually getting read (in fact, I emailed my pastor a few in depth theological questions I have wrestled with for quite some time).  I have time to watch endless amounts of Olympic ski jumping and ice dancing (grrrr NBC).  I helped pack meals for the poor.  I feel more focused.  I no longer have this urge to check my facebook (just my email).  I even played Wii with the neighbor girls!  Maybe being off Facebook is not that bad, but I do miss my 243 friends.  But I guess if they truly were my friends and not simply statistics, I would hear from them, they would have my number.  So, dear, dear, facebook friends, come Easter I will cherish you all the more, and read your status updates and posts all the less!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-1637746645435597746?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/1637746645435597746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=1637746645435597746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1637746645435597746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1637746645435597746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2010/02/lenten-lamentin.html' title='Lenten Lamentin&apos;'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-7734257856930875631</id><published>2010-02-22T17:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:28:36.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving'/><title type='text'>Cousin of Frugality</title><content type='html'>Oh yah!  I almost forgot: &lt;a href="http://www.cbn.com/cbnnews/finance/2010/February/Money-Saving-Tips-from-The-Frugal-Girl/?WT.mc_id=EmbedNewsPlayer"&gt;my cousin is famous&lt;/a&gt;!  She has an amazing blog: &lt;a href="http://thefrugalgirl.com"&gt;www.thefrugalgirl.com&lt;/a&gt;  Check it out! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-7734257856930875631?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/7734257856930875631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=7734257856930875631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7734257856930875631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7734257856930875631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2010/02/cousin-of-frugality.html' title='Cousin of Frugality'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-5968634710651279507</id><published>2010-02-22T17:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:21:29.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/S4MtJB3oxoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/32t5eENDAw0/s1600-h/IMG_2135+ed+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/S4MtJB3oxoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/32t5eENDAw0/s320/IMG_2135+ed+(Medium).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441242407937558146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, my parents and I went up north for a day simply to get away.  My dad has now snowmobiled with all of his children, which he is pretty happy about.  And my mom got me to cross country ski with her while we both wore ski shoes three sizes too large.  Our neighbor's dog tagged along with us.  Meanwhile, we cleared off our unmaintaned rink and I took a little skate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/S4Ms8cbzQfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iLzhKJ_Mq44/s1600-h/IMG_2109+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/S4Ms8cbzQfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/iLzhKJ_Mq44/s320/IMG_2109+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441242191730262514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-5968634710651279507?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/5968634710651279507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=5968634710651279507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5968634710651279507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5968634710651279507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2010/02/winter-fun.html' title='Winter Fun'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/S4MtJB3oxoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/32t5eENDAw0/s72-c/IMG_2135+ed+(Medium).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-2094540307523172728</id><published>2010-02-22T17:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:16:08.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Marked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/S4MqeMATgpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/qgT3PUbMUhs/s1600-h/ash+wed+cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/S4MqeMATgpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/qgT3PUbMUhs/s400/ash+wed+cross.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441239472900637330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last week, we were Stamped as I wrote about experiencing the World Vision Experience: AIDS exhibit.  This week at church, we had Ash Wednesday.  As far as I know, it is a made-up holiday.  But underneath the stories of the ashes poofing upon impact due to carpet static and pastors using printer toner in place of ashes, the holiday has significant meaning.  It is meant as an extended time to prepare oneself for Good Friday and the Easter celebration that follows.  Since our church is normally loud, enthusiastic, and video few every weekend, it is nice to have a few times a year we come together as our campus and quietly observe holidays.  We do this twice a year: Thanksgiving Eve and Ash Wednesday.  The services are an extended time of worship, a short time of teaching and reflection, communion, and (for Ash Wednesday) the ashes.  What a powerful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Lent, I gave up facebook.  It as been interesting because I don't miss it.  Even though I did dream about reading status updates last night and throughout the day my thoughts revolve around "Bethany is...".  I miss chatting with friends, but I don't miss the endless, often unimportant statuses, links, updates, and posts to read.  I also do not miss how easy it is to compare my life to others, well, what they put on facebook.  So, for me, I've learned, in a small way, it is about giving up something you think you cannot live without and realizing, in even a small way, God truly is all you need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-2094540307523172728?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/2094540307523172728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=2094540307523172728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2094540307523172728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2094540307523172728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2010/02/marked.html' title='Marked!'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/S4MqeMATgpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/qgT3PUbMUhs/s72-c/ash+wed+cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-3920189304174033886</id><published>2010-02-16T19:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:12:05.164-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Stamped</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/S3tpVkW8EUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SNlFL6FFKOQ/s1600-h/IMG_2085+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/S3tpVkW8EUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SNlFL6FFKOQ/s320/IMG_2085+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439056794238062914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church is doing a series call the 6:8 Project, focusing on Micah 6:8.  One experience this week involves eating like the world's poor: rice, beans,  oats, tap water, that's it.  Next week, we will be packing food to send overseas as Feed My Starving Children will be setting up a packing line at our church.  But this evening, a girl from my small group and I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.worldvisionexperience.org/?Open&amp;lpos=lft_txt_World-Vision-Experience:-AIDS"&gt;Experience:AIDS World Vision &lt;/a&gt;had set up at our church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering the gym, I was given an audio device to walk me through the tour.  I got Kombo's story, which you can see &lt;a href="http://www.worldvisionexperience.org/video_kombo.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  It is a story of a small boy growing up in Kenya.  His father is gone and his mother dies of AIDS.  During part of the experience, I, as Kombo, walked into a "clinic" to be tested for AIDS.  When the audio prompted me, I went up to a station and got my hand stamped.  I got a red X, I had AIDS.  My heart sank.  "Snap out of it!  Its just an audio tour!  Its just a stupid stamp!" I thought as my heart sank.  And then the reality hit...for some people, for Kombo (a real child), this was a real experience.  They can't turn off the audio tour, they don't hand their headphones back at the end, they can't wash off the stamp.  However unfair it may be, they have AIDS.  What a heart wrenching experience!  To experience my heart sink upon receiving that stamp and then the reality of experiencing it 1,000 times worse, was wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon exiting the exhibit, I read through the other stories and realized that the audio tour I was given was the only Kenyan child.  It touched me closely because the child I sponsor, Desma, is in Kenya.  Similar to Kombo, she has no memory of her father and during the time I've sponsored her, her mother has died of AIDS.  It is hard to comprehend that these are real people, real lives, real situations.  They happen every day, thousands of miles away.  I need to 1) write to Desma more and 2) pray for her more.  It is easier to remember to pray for the people I influence and see on a daily basis, but hard to remember Desma whom I've never met and lives miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a touching experience.  A quiet, relaxed, moving experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-3920189304174033886?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/3920189304174033886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=3920189304174033886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/3920189304174033886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/3920189304174033886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2010/02/stamped.html' title='Stamped'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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/_LZHjSsX0F2c/S3tpVkW8EUI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SNlFL6FFKOQ/s72-c/IMG_2085+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-5944880492785573603</id><published>2010-02-13T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T19:07:45.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A.D.D. Church</title><content type='html'>Have you noticed that church these days is loud?  Its flashy.  Its fast beat.  Its visually stimulating.  Its on time.  The audio/visual effects rival some of the most recent Hollywood movies!  Some of this is great!  It is convenient for our busy, western schedules.  But sometimes I miss the quiet moments of church.  I miss the awe felt when watching the sun dance through stained glass.  I miss the songs going a little long simply because we felt like singing the chorus one more time.  I miss acknowledging the "church calendar" (Easter, Christmas, Ash Wednesday, Epiphany, etc).  I miss being able to clearly hear God through the noise.  I miss it.  Perhaps I'm a traditionalist or its my introversion coming out.  But mostly I think it is my discomfort with the church looking more and more like the world.  Yes, we want to do things well, we want to give our best, but as we are doing and being the best to impress the world and draw them in, what are we drawing them into?  Is God Himself not impressive and enticing enough?  Shouldn't the church be a quiet shelter from the pressures and noise of the world; a place of peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love my church!  I think their ministry philosophy of loud music and edgy light shows both for kids and adults is fantastic and draws people who would otherwise not show interest in church.  The lights, noise, etc are great tools used to bring people to God!  There are screens EVERYWHERE, but used for information and out of necessity to see words and people.  The excitement that fills the buildings and the people is from the joy we feel from God's great forgiveness.  It is genuine and real, but it is loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,sometimes, I miss the quiet.  Shhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-5944880492785573603?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/5944880492785573603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=5944880492785573603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5944880492785573603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5944880492785573603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2010/02/add-church.html' title='A.D.D. Church'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-1202713696803231090</id><published>2010-02-01T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T19:16:50.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>Food goal&lt;br /&gt;So, I've not been keeping up, but I've been doing well and have been surprised how far my low-cost Aldi trips have gone!  I have only spent 25% of my month's grocery budget and the month is 1/2 over!  I'm excited about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a challenge coming up this next week that I would like to take on.  This has to do with my church and our focus on the poor in our next series.  We are being encouraged to eat like the poor (rice, oats, etc).  You can learn more about that here: http://eaglebrookchurch.com/pages/page.asp?page_id=98777  Join in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I am not doing well at this at all!  I have been ice skating each week and that is good exercise, but not enough.  My family bought me Just Dance for the Wii for Valentine's and that is quite a work out, so I try to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Three people were added to our small group, so those will be new friends.  Also, I am hosting a party this weekend for my apartment neighbors, so I hope to get to know them a little more.  I feel I have been doing well on this goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Guidance&lt;br /&gt;Oh it is so easy to think I have my life all together and not need God's guidance, but I need it even more!  I do need to stay diligent on this task!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-1202713696803231090?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/1202713696803231090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=1202713696803231090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1202713696803231090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1202713696803231090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2010/02/aldi-shopping-two-food-challenges-and.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-5190194961248543870</id><published>2010-01-25T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:04:25.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Week in January</title><content type='html'>Food goal&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;L: tortellini soup, pear&lt;br /&gt;D: pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;L: sandwich&lt;br /&gt;D: macaroni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;L: macaroni&lt;br /&gt;D: Cosetta's downtown with my bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;L: chicken stuffing&lt;br /&gt;D: McDonalds before class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;L: chicken stuffing&lt;br /&gt;D: spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I ended up spending all but $8 of my budget.  $50 of that went to a family, but it is still closer than I'd like to be and I did not do a great job accounting for all the cash I sent.  $5 here and there adds up and I'm afraid I lost track of some of it.  Tomorrow is a new month and I'm looking forward to the opportunity to work on tracking spending more closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise&lt;br /&gt;I am doing horrible at this one!  I skated at an outdoor rink today and the ice was horrible.  So I went for a walk instead, but it wasn't very long.  I am thinking of joining a club, but it is so much money, I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I made any new friends this month, but I did get to know some people I volunteer with at church much better, so I consider that success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Guidance&lt;br /&gt;I did really good at this in the first few weeks of the month, but have let busyness and laziness take over.  I need to get back on track.  I did realize, I like problem solving and would like a job that involves more of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-5190194961248543870?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/5190194961248543870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=5190194961248543870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5190194961248543870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5190194961248543870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-week-in-january.html' title='Last Week in January'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-5846281648272388219</id><published>2010-01-17T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:58:42.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Again, Another Week</title><content type='html'>Food Goal&lt;br /&gt;I am doing BAD on this goal, I lost track of what I ate in the first half of the week and spending only cash is not always convenient (which is kind of the point).  Sometimes I get excited about using cash so use my food money on other things!  Bad bad bad!!!  I am 83% through my budget and 80% of the way through the month, so over my budget and my budget is much higher than I'd like it anyways!  It is amazing how much the little things add up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;L: coffee and cinnamon roll&lt;br /&gt;D: french toast (I was going to have dinner at church and looking forward to it, cash in hand, but instead they were giving 100% of the offering to Haiti, so I figured I could give the cash and have dinner at home instead) I'm not bragging, just keeping accountable to my money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;L: Baja Sol with co-workers&lt;br /&gt;D: McDonalds before class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;L: my coworker brought chili&lt;br /&gt;D: Pizza at the bowling alley ($6 for bowling and pizza)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise Goal&lt;br /&gt;I am doing horrible on this goal.  I have been doing a lot of yoga stretches and started doing sit ups.  So, I guess its alright.  We went bowling on Friday and walked around downtown Sunday, so I'm not a couch potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends Goal&lt;br /&gt;I went bowling with some friends on Friday night.  These were friends I don't normally hang out with, so that was fun!  Saturday for dinner I went out with a lady from church I don't know well and found out we went to the same high school.  We had a great conversation and it was really fun!  So, I think I did good at this goal this week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual Goal&lt;br /&gt;This one is going very well and, I feel, it is the most important one.  I had two opportunities to get back into Children's ministry part time, which I would love, but ended up turning them down.  I simply don't have the time right now and am just not ready to go back into it professionally now.  I still volunteer as a Team Lead at my church every week and I feel that is a good opportunity  right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-5846281648272388219?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/5846281648272388219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=5846281648272388219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5846281648272388219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5846281648272388219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2010/01/yet-again-another-week.html' title='Yet Again, Another Week'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-8827689912606720393</id><published>2010-01-12T19:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T08:58:27.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food waste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving'/><title type='text'>Another Week</title><content type='html'>Thanks for checking in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food goal&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Tortellini soup and garlic bread, both of which I made this weekend&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Roast beef and cheese sandwich on homemade bread, cookie from my coworker, grapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Roast beef and cheese sandwich again, grapes, yogurt&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Went out to eat with my small group and kids (they eat free!!!) I had an omelet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: McD's (I was on the go after using my lunch hour to meet with a church about some great opportunities to get back into children's ministry part time)&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: left over omelet from dinner last night!  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Roast beef and cheese sandwich, grapes&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Baja Sol before class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Brunch: Egg and cheese bagel from shop, coffee from shop&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: chips and salsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is a little over half way through the month and I have spent a little over half my food budget.  I am kicking myself because I am missing $18 of my cash!  I have no clue where I spent it!  Since I am in the swing of paying in cash, I wonder if I spent it on something non-food.  Or I spent it on coffee, but I doubt I spent that much and was that negligent in recording it.  I am finding that people are not too happy when you pay in cash, that means they have to make change and they rarely give receipts (and I forget to ask).  That's the benefit of a credit card.  However, the good side is I have been spending less on this cash system!  Even though I spent half of my budget, some of that went to buying a food gift card for a co-worker in need, so I feel pretty good about that.  Also, there are no late fees with cash.  I just discovered I forgot to submit payment for my credit card the last month!  This is incredibly frustrating to me!  I think I get hung up on the confirmation page and forget to press approve.  It is an expensive mistake.  : (  I am going to be more diligent about that and hopefully it will be less anyways since I am using cash.  I did eat out quite a bit this week which I am not too happy about, but I was also on the go a lot this week, so this is a rare occurrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that last week I did get my two exercises in.  I did them both on Sunday.  In the morning I went on my 3 mile walk.  That afternoon I took three little girls ice skating.  It was fun and since there were three of them, they could ammuse each other while I did laps and practiced my spins (which I must admit, I am getting better at!).  I also walked today, which I am happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Well?  We had game night last night and my co-worker brought his roommate...he's a new person in my life, but I'm not sure I'll ever see him again.  I also interviewed with a church about some opportunities and shadowed some special education teachers.  I'm not making close friends per se, but I am not lacking a social life, that's for sure!  I think this is the goal I need more strategy around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Guidance&lt;br /&gt;I have talked to God for 5 minutes almost every night about His plans for my life today and how to prepare for the future.  I missed one because I got too tired and decided I could pray from my bed and then fell asleep.  Overall, though, I think I am doing well.  I also have two people who I commited to pray for (one for the term of her church council position and another for the year 2010) and I have been doing good thinking of them and praying specific prayers for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-8827689912606720393?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/8827689912606720393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=8827689912606720393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/8827689912606720393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/8827689912606720393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-week.html' title='Another Week'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-7572836885014392888</id><published>2010-01-05T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:46:41.845-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food waste'/><title type='text'>This week</title><content type='html'>Monday&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Pasta with broccoli and tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: French toast&lt;br /&gt;Grocery shopping today with cash for the first time...not bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Pulled pork sandwich (Thanks, Kari!) and left-over pasta&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Left over french toast&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to put the milk away this morning and it sat out all day.  Boo!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Lemon pepper chicken&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Tortilla soup (which was WAY too spicy) so I ate an egg and cheese omelet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: with my co-workers at Green Mill&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Scone, banana, french fries from my classmate (not the best dinner, but I was still rather full from lunch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: left over sandwich from Green Mill&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: snacks at Caribou (game night with friends)&lt;br /&gt;I spend some of my food money today for a grocery gift card to give a co-worker who is going through a financially difficult time.  Worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday/Sunday&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember what I ate.  Since I was mostly home, I probably just grazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went grocery shopping.  I went to Aldi and the discounts were great!  But the store I normally go to is on the other end of town. Since I was at Aldi, I went to a closer grocery store but I did not like it.  It is more expensive than the one I normally go to and the produce comes in odd servings and is very limited.  So, I think I will stick to my normal grocery store.  My cousin frequently goes to multiple stores to get great deals, but I simply do not have the time to drive all over town so will stick to one store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made tortellini soup and bread today.  Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-7572836885014392888?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/7572836885014392888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=7572836885014392888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7572836885014392888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7572836885014392888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-week.html' title='This week'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-5751403754248556987</id><published>2010-01-04T15:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T15:30:08.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food waste'/><title type='text'>Grocery Shopping</title><content type='html'>Today was my first day working on my 2010 goal of grocery shopping with cash and, at the end of the month, donating the left over cash to a charity!  Thank you to &lt;a href="http://thefrugalgirl.com"&gt;my cousin&lt;/a&gt; for the inspiration!  I'm very excited about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the bank and got some of the grocery cash.  I have an envelop for it and an envelop at home for receipts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went shopping for a few items I needed (um...wanted).  Here's what I got:&lt;br /&gt;-coffee syrup (so I can make lattes at home)&lt;br /&gt;-frappuchinos (for days I am out of milk or in a rush)&lt;br /&gt;-bananas (yum!)&lt;br /&gt;-eggs (every recipe I looked at last night required these)&lt;br /&gt;-cinnamon bread (for french toast which I could eat every night if need be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know coffee syrup and Frappuchios are not necessary and could be a huge way to save money, but it is better than the $4 I usually (embarrassingly) spend on one drink, so this is my little way to save for now and I think it will pay off in a huge way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French toast for dinner may seem odd, but I am excited about this.  It is an inexpensive meal.  Also, the majority of my free time is in the evenings so I can spend this time to cook a quick meal and make a meaty meal to re-heat for lunch the next day.  It is easier to re-heat chicken for lunch than to make some soggy french toast, plus the protein from the meat will give me more energy and focus for the rest of the day (which will probably make my co-workers happy).  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So day 1, not too bad...I have room to improve, but I'm relatively happy with my progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-5751403754248556987?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/5751403754248556987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=5751403754248556987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5751403754248556987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5751403754248556987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2010/01/grocery-shopping.html' title='Grocery Shopping'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-2753328635836731981</id><published>2010-01-03T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:46:37.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Goals</title><content type='html'>I've lived a relatively goal-less life and I think it shows.  I never liked making goals, but when I did, this is how it went: make goals, lots of goals, feel overwhelmed, don't reach any of them, feel like a failure.  So this year, I am making some goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People&lt;br /&gt;My people goal is to make 12 new friends this year.  Not just aquaintances, but friends.  I fully expect to fail at this goal, and with this realistic view of life, I think it will be just fine.  Mostly it will put this introvert in the mindset to be open to and excited about meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money and Food&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by my super woman cousin, I have decided to &lt;a href="http://www.thefrugalgirl.com/2009/12/where-charitable-donations-and-grocery-shopping-meet/"&gt;join her &lt;/a&gt;in her cash-based, charity benefiting endevour of creating a food budget for the month, getting that amount in cash, and giving the left overs to a charity.  I am excited about this goal!  Not only will it be fun to save money and give to charity, but it will also encourage some rather creative cooking (which I LOVE to do) instead of running out for a meal.  This one I think I can, and need to, do!  I am completely embarrased by how much I spend on food and how much I waste and it needs to stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise&lt;br /&gt;My family surprised me with a Wii for Christmas!!!  I didn't even ask or hint or anything, but it is so much fun!  I would really like to get a Wii Fit so I can work out in the cold Minnesota winters (my sister in law says it works for her).  But it is rather pricey, so I am waiting for a sale.  Otherwise, my normal walks will do, though they get much tougher in the winter with the snowy and icy ground and it takes longer to bundle up.  I also go to open skate quite a bit to get a good workout, but that costs a few dollars (and adds up).  So, in general, exercise two times a week in the winter (in the summer it is no problem to work out every day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend more time with God specifically focusing on which direction my life should take.  We'll start with 5 minutes a day...I know that is pathetic, but this is in addition to my devo time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, my four goals for this year: 12 friends, save food and money, exercise two times a week, and time with God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-2753328635836731981?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/2753328635836731981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=2753328635836731981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2753328635836731981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2753328635836731981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-goals.html' title='New Year&apos;s Goals'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-3347691889519065181</id><published>2009-12-23T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T07:42:30.981-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystery Box'/><title type='text'>Seeing</title><content type='html'>We like to see.  When driving, we like to see what is ahead of us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SzLAFY1YaSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DC4lK96mDPc/s1600-h/071201_135943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SzLAFY1YaSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DC4lK96mDPc/s320/071201_135943.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418604500478355746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like to go to high hills and see far off places unseen from the low ground.  We vacation near the ocean or a lake where we can see far, often beyond the horizon.  We like the known, we like seeing.  I was recently visiting my friend and her ten-month-old baby.  Even the baby likes seeing.  Mom is her life and she likes when mom is in view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when we can't see?  What about when our windshield gets hit with snow?  What about when we are walking through the woods, not knowing where the clearing will be?  What happens when the baby can no longer see her mom?  Often times, we get worried.  We drive slower and more cautiously.  We don't want to hit other cars.  We wonder if we are walking in circles.  The baby wonders what her future will be like without mom, where will she get her next meal, who will rock her to sleep?  We like seeing, there is comfort in seeing, in the known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its similar to our relationship with God.  When I can see the path He has laid out for me, when I can see His hand working in my life, I feel safe and comfortable.  But when life is a mess and I feel like I can't catch a breath, I worry, I wander, I cry, I wonder where God is and if He's coming back.  But it is in the times I can't see that my faith and trust grow stronger.  They are beneficial times though I wouldn't always call them good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in a time of seeing or a time of blurry vision?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-3347691889519065181?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/3347691889519065181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=3347691889519065181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/3347691889519065181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/3347691889519065181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/12/seeing.html' title='Seeing'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SzLAFY1YaSI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DC4lK96mDPc/s72-c/071201_135943.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-907774109946968657</id><published>2009-12-20T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T06:51:51.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Church</title><content type='html'>There have been exciting things going on at my church.  We started in September with an intense, regulars-focused series on the church's vision and raising money to build two new churches in the metro area.  Money, money money!  Its simply something every church needs if it is going to put on these type of services.  But money is not what the church is all about, and they wanted to make that clear, so our next series (which we are currently wrapping up) was very seeker-friendly, designed to invite your friends who are far from God.  Over the last few weeks, I have seen visitors nervously check in their children and hesitantly go to the service and the next week they do the same process with ease and joy!  I've seen my own friends come not once but twice and say how they were just thinking of the sermon topic in the car on the way over!  People are coming and our services are more packed than they've ever been.  People, people, people!  But still, that is not what this is about.  Which brings me to this week...our Christmas Eve services.  Our Christmas Eve service is a "Say YES" service in both the adult service and kids programming.  This is the service where the pastor gives a very focused message and invitiation to say YES to Jesus.  This is what church is about!  The life change that Jesus brings into lives is key!  Some might say, well, every service should be a YES service, and casually, if you look for it, they are, but every service is very strategic, pulling people in who have been hurt by the church or have had bad experiences with the church or simply have never been to the church.  If every service was a blatant say YES service, people may be turned away or those who are Christians might not get a chance to grow in their faith.  So, I'm excited for the "Say YES" service and I'm excited the church did not simply invite people to this one service, but invited them to a month of services which culminate this week in a powerful way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-907774109946968657?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/907774109946968657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=907774109946968657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/907774109946968657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/907774109946968657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/12/church.html' title='Church'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-5185754865520063718</id><published>2009-12-13T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:31:21.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching My Building</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SyW_ho4I_SI/AAAAAAAAAJA/X3dvZt_quKU/s1600-h/IMG_1681+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SyW_ho4I_SI/AAAAAAAAAJA/X3dvZt_quKU/s320/IMG_1681+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414944711612366114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over a year ago we had a &lt;a href="http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/11/fire.html"&gt;fire in the apartment building &lt;/a&gt;I live in.  You can read more about it in my &lt;a href="http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/11/fire.html"&gt;original post&lt;/a&gt;.  The most memorable part of the evacuation for me, was sitting on the lawn across the street with my neighbors when the fire trucks pulled up.  Two huge ladder trucks parked in front of our building, lights strobing.  After they stopped, they put up two huge flood lights which plunged our building into a daylight no darkness could easily penetrate.  Every brick, every leaf could be seen clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of that light shining on my building everytime we sing "Mighty to Save" and we get to the lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shine your light and let the whole world see,&lt;br /&gt;We're singing for the glory of the risen king"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine your light!  I think of my building with the huge lights illuminating it.  How desperately I want God's light to shine that bright, to immerse the darkness in my neighbors lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I hosted a winter party.  I put up a few signs and opened the door to my home.  Six of my neighbors showed up, two families.  We had a good conversation and decorated cookies while the kids played games and did crafts.  I am so glad they came and so glad they felt welcomed.  We are talking about having another party for our building and I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-5185754865520063718?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/5185754865520063718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=5185754865520063718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5185754865520063718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5185754865520063718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/12/reaching-my-building.html' title='Reaching My Building'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SyW_ho4I_SI/AAAAAAAAAJA/X3dvZt_quKU/s72-c/IMG_1681+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-108307410751122142</id><published>2009-08-12T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:08:11.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography (I try)'/><title type='text'>Picnik</title><content type='html'>I have seen a lot of teenagers I know editing their photos using this website called Picnik so they come out really cool.  I have a photo I took last week that I really like, so I edited it.  I think this website is really cool!!!  Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SoOP38jUQ-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/K4DZeyg4k5o/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_0216+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SoOP38jUQ-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/K4DZeyg4k5o/s320/Copy+of+IMG_0216+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369293372065596386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SoOQZKsN88I/AAAAAAAAAI4/WqbC-zX42Ow/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_0216+sepia+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SoOQZKsN88I/AAAAAAAAAI4/WqbC-zX42Ow/s320/Copy+of+IMG_0216+sepia+(Medium).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369293942796710850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SoOQYljyKlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Xrp5MWMgvWA/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_0216+focal+bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SoOQYljyKlI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Xrp5MWMgvWA/s320/Copy+of+IMG_0216+focal+bw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369293932829223506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is soooo cool!  I really like this effect.  This photo may have to be blown up and framed to go in my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SoOQYHiB2SI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rQ9RlmhN2kI/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_0216+bw+(Medium).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SoOQYHiB2SI/AAAAAAAAAIo/rQ9RlmhN2kI/s320/Copy+of+IMG_0216+bw+(Medium).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369293924768799010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black and white...my original thought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-108307410751122142?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/108307410751122142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=108307410751122142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/108307410751122142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/108307410751122142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/08/picnik.html' title='Picnik'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SoOP38jUQ-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/K4DZeyg4k5o/s72-c/Copy+of+IMG_0216+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-3524335838918186660</id><published>2009-08-04T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:29:20.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>No Perfect People</title><content type='html'>This evening I skated round and round and round, meticulously doing my mohawk and 3-turn steps.  I did a few pretty well, but was disappointed by the imperfections they contained.  The tester passed me anyways and I almost felt bad, as if I didn't deserve to pass.  She sent me off with a reminder that they don't have to be perfect and I'll have plenty of time to keep working on them in the next levels.  While I'm not going to get bent out of shape about it, I like doing things perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after class, I made a peach pie.  As I sliced the peaches, I noticed they weren't as ripe and juicy as the first time I had made the pie.  And upon filling it, I notices it was rather flat.  I chucked it in the oven anyways and submitted it to our neighborhood's National Night Out bake off.  I won!  The pie was far from perfect, but sometimes Best if as good as Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With skating and pie baking in mind, I met up with my neighbors this evening for our party, and as we sat watching the police break up something at the park across the street, I was struck more and more about how imperfect we all are.  AND ITS OK!!!  I heard three sermons (yes, I know, I'm a nerd) this weekend, all proclaiming that GOD IS FOR IMPERFECT PEOPLE not against them.  God is on our side...on my side, on your side.  He is fighting for us and loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gets me about Jesus is that people didn't have to pretend around Him.  The prostitutes were prostitutes, the tax collectors were tax collectors.  Jesus was a party boy.  He hung out with a crazy group of people!  He went right up and hugged them.  He went right into their homes.  They didn't scurry around hiding their lives from Him.  They didn't pretend to be something they weren't.  They didn't clean up their act for him.  They were just themselves.  I think the church misses the mark on this one by a long shot.  When people come to church, they feel they have to dress a certain way, act a certain way, say certain things.  And, sadly, I think, if they were honest, a lot of church goers wouldn't want people coming in and messing up their comfortable services.  Have you ever heard anyone say to the pastor, "hey, sorry I was a little late, I'm still a bit hung over from last night"?  I think Jesus would be ok with this.  Does He want us to live by His plan, well, yes, but first and foremost, He loves us, He already knows us, He wants us to be real with Him.  So, two questions: how do people feel around you?  Do they feel like they must pretend?  Why?  How can Christians and the church make people feel free to be themselves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-3524335838918186660?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/3524335838918186660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=3524335838918186660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/3524335838918186660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/3524335838918186660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-perfect-people.html' title='No Perfect People'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-805751969919950285</id><published>2009-08-02T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T19:11:46.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a while so thought I'd give out my two cents.&lt;br /&gt;Life has been busy and fun.  My brother and sister-in-law are visiting from Texas so I have been spending a lot of time with them and with my family up at the cabin.  There is the never-ending cleaning that must be done and since it is the beginning of the month, bills must be paid.  Plus I have weekly class and ice skating lessons (which will be cut this fall due to starting graduate school).  I can not believe it is August.  This summer has been chilly and has gone fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I start the MBA program and on Thursday night I have my final Statistics class!  I have made great friends in that class so it will be hard to part ways.  I am nervous and excited about starting the MBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a church visit this morning.  I am happy with my current church but like to check out area churches every fall.  I started this last fall and enjoyed seeing the worship of God take on various forms and flavors throughout the Twin Cities.  This morning I visited Real Life Church and was thoroughly impressed.  It was done with excellence and very real, as their name described.  Between that church visit and my normal church attendance this week, I am struck by how much we can allow ourselves to live lives of mediocrity.  It is very easy.  How much courage life takes to life a full life as God intended!  It is not easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-805751969919950285?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/805751969919950285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=805751969919950285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/805751969919950285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/805751969919950285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-4120860499360546865</id><published>2009-07-20T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:21:57.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><title type='text'>Ken Ken Puzzles</title><content type='html'>I've done Sudokus for a while.  They are similar to crossword puzzles but with numbers instead of letters.  You have to order the numbers so there are the digits 1-9 in each 3x3 square, each row, and each column.  Sounds easy, but its rather complex.  There are also Monster Sudokus that have digits 0-9 and add letters A-F.  However, I've been more delighted with the Ken Ken puzzles.  They not only have numbers (which I love) but also incorporate math skills (which I love).  If you like math or simply enjoy puzzles, give them a try.  This is the best selection I've found:  You can do these on the computer or print them.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/ref/crosswords/kenken.html"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/ref/crosswords/kenken.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-4120860499360546865?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/4120860499360546865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=4120860499360546865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/4120860499360546865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/4120860499360546865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/07/ken-ken-puzzles.html' title='Ken Ken Puzzles'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-8575062057933414641</id><published>2009-07-15T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:32:59.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><title type='text'>The Asters Finally Bloomed!</title><content type='html'>They finally bloomed!!!  I've been growing these from seed since about March!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/Sl6tThoi-pI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YOb4BL4V9G4/s1600-h/IMG_0939+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/Sl6tThoi-pI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YOb4BL4V9G4/s320/IMG_0939+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358911157575023250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/Sl6tNVxZjmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/c8InkjAf59k/s1600-h/IMG_0938+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/Sl6tNVxZjmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/c8InkjAf59k/s320/IMG_0938+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358911051311713890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-8575062057933414641?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/8575062057933414641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=8575062057933414641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/8575062057933414641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/8575062057933414641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/07/asters-finally-bloomed.html' title='The Asters Finally Bloomed!'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/Sl6tThoi-pI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YOb4BL4V9G4/s72-c/IMG_0939+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-580973257053907573</id><published>2009-07-15T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:27:30.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystery Box'/><title type='text'>The Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/Sl6rSDiPChI/AAAAAAAAAII/G3D1LIMSBKk/s1600-h/IMG_0328+ed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/Sl6rSDiPChI/AAAAAAAAAII/G3D1LIMSBKk/s320/IMG_0328+ed.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358908933292362258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw a bug diligently attempting to get through my window to the plant on the other side.  The bug was so focused on the great looking plant it had very little hope of getting to, it completely ignored the vast forest of leaves, trees, and flowers behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is often like this.  We are the bugs, vainly attempting to reach a great looking goal, when all along, God has a whole forest of better goals behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you focusing so diligently on that you are missing the forest God has for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-580973257053907573?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/580973257053907573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=580973257053907573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/580973257053907573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/580973257053907573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/07/bug.html' title='The Bug'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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/_LZHjSsX0F2c/Sl6rSDiPChI/AAAAAAAAAII/G3D1LIMSBKk/s72-c/IMG_0328+ed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-1781129140703729777</id><published>2009-07-07T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:11:18.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food waste'/><title type='text'>Frugal Goals...If I Must</title><content type='html'>It has been nearly a month since I set my frugal goals.  Like all goals I make, I completely forgot about them until I read my cousin's update on her blog.  So, here's how I've been doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I am doing terrible on my goals (which is understandable seeing as I forgot I had made goals.  : - )  Maybe I'll do better next month.  For this week, if I can get my homework done and the frige cleaned, I'll be a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIL 1. Frugal Clothes&lt;br /&gt;NOT DONE - Donate clothes I don't wear&lt;br /&gt;NOT DONE - Buy matching pieces for clothes I like but don't go with anything (this may not seem frugal, but I wear clothes for a long time, so its worth it...and buying one shirt or shorts to complete an outfit is cheaper than buying a whole outfit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK 2. Frugal Food&lt;br /&gt;I'LL HAVE TO CRUNCH SOME NUMBERS, but probably NO CHANGE- Eat out cheaper (hmm...how to do this)&lt;br /&gt;DON'T LOOK IN MY FRIDGE...ITS SCARY - No food waste (cheerfully eat what I have)&lt;br /&gt;GOOD!!!  SPINACH/STRAWBERRY SALAD!!!  - Make more food at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK 3. Frugal Spending&lt;br /&gt;NEED TO CRUNCH NUMBERS - Spend less (I'm thinking of going to good old cash and the envelop system)&lt;br /&gt;NOT DONE - Analyze giving (this does not sound frugal, but giving is important and I'd like to give more)&lt;br /&gt;FAIL FAIL FAIL!!!  I've been to Target a zillion times since last month (fortunately some was to do returns) - Don't buy STUFF (I spend untold amounts at big box stores like WalMart and Target, rarely remembering what I purchased or if I do, its stuff I don't need)&lt;br /&gt;GOOD!  I returned nearly $100 worth fo stuff (but means I also bought it) - RETURN stuff (I did this today...returned a book I know I'll never end up reading and a bracket that's the wrong size, normally I would have just kept these two things seeing as they weren't very much money and could be useful, but I'm glad I have my money back and glad I have the space in my apartment this stuff would have taken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK 4. Frugal Time&lt;br /&gt;NOT DONE - Anyone who knows me, knows I hate reading, but its something I want to do more of (maybe 15 minutes a day to start)&lt;br /&gt;A LITTLE DONE - Spend more time with God (is there ever enough?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-1781129140703729777?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/1781129140703729777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=1781129140703729777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1781129140703729777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1781129140703729777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/07/frugal-goalsif-i-must.html' title='Frugal Goals...If I Must'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-1961554242831032577</id><published>2009-06-28T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T10:36:44.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice Skating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystery Box'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Waiting and the End Results</title><content type='html'>I've been learning a little life lesson recently.  I'll start with the metaphor: ice skating of course :-).  In my ice skating lessons, I've been learning 3-turns.  I'll admit, they should be easy, but for me, I'm feeling rather uncoordinated and having a hard time with them.  The thing about 3-turns is you can't force them.  To do a 3-turn, you skate forward on one foot, turn your body to face backwards and your foot will turn on a dime so you are now going backwards.  The thing that gets me is focusing on the end result.  I focus so much on turning my foot...I want to do a 3-turn.  But my teacher constantly reminds me, I need to just let it happen.  I need to turn my body first (my head, my arms, my shoulder, etc) until last-but-not-least my little foot just has to turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard a sermon at church this past weekend along the same lines.  It was Bill Hybels' sermon on "Holy Discontent".  He talks about how something might bug you, a pssion God has given you, and it bugs you and irritates you until you can't stand it anymore.  You get so annoyed that you simply must do something.  Many times people focus on the doing something part and do not consider the passions God has given them.  They think they will just start volunteering somewhere or helping people, which isn't bad, but God maybe giving them an even bigger dream if they stop being busy for a moment and look to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like doing 3-turns, there are so many things in life that are exciting and we want to be at the end results, but many times, its not just about the end results, its about waiting patiently and growing in the meantime, its about things God wants to teach us so that we may better enjoy and understand the end results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-1961554242831032577?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/1961554242831032577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=1961554242831032577' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1961554242831032577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1961554242831032577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/06/waiting-and-end-results.html' title='Waiting and the End Results'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-6156226425356405413</id><published>2009-06-22T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:27:22.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><title type='text'>Advice</title><content type='html'>I met my good friend for a walk the other day.  While talking about life, we realized we both had been looking through "self-help" books and were rather disappointed with them.  Leah, a new mom, had read in one book "rock your child to promote healthy bonding" while reading "do not rock your child".  Another advised "interact with your child frequently" while another said a parent must simply observe their child playing from a distance.  I lamented my own experience with books written for singles.  One will say "get involved in children's ministry" while another will say "you'll never meet your spouse volunteering for children's ministry, there are too many women".  One says "be involved with other singles" while another claims "you're single because you're selfish, you need to stop thinking about yourself and volunteer more without a spouse-ly motive".  Sooooooo confusing!!!  Sooooo discouraging!!!!  My friend observed that her books were mostly written by nannies, not parents and I observed my books were written by women who had played their cards "right" and gotten married in their teens.  What do these people know about being a parent or being single in your 20s and 30s?  Yet, we buy their books.  We search for advice.  My good friend and I realized, if it was so important whether or not one rocked their child or if being single was selfish, wouldn't God have said it in the Bible?  The Bible is the most important book of advice and on many topics, it is silent.  Why?  Well, on some topics, it may seem silent, but an underlying ethic is noted.  But, let's face it, on some topics, such as rocking or what color to paint your living room, the Bible is silent because that is simply not important.  There are more important things to life...like the fact that Jesus, a perfect person, died for us, imperfect people.  The important thing is we should love one another because Jesus first loved us.  Check out the Bible to see what is really important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-6156226425356405413?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/6156226425356405413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=6156226425356405413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/6156226425356405413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/6156226425356405413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/06/advice.html' title='Advice'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-1446779571249996804</id><published>2009-06-17T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:04:12.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving'/><title type='text'>Asters and Bags and Cooking</title><content type='html'>ASTERS&lt;br /&gt;The other day, my asters I have been growing from SEED! wilted in the scorching sun.  I thought they were gonners, but today they perked up again and are about to bloom!!!  Finally!  I planted them eons ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/Sjmr9n71E7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/_NuF7Hrmrew/s1600-h/IMG_0337+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/Sjmr9n71E7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/_NuF7Hrmrew/s320/IMG_0337+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348495107659469746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eons later, they look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/Sjmr9y71YqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/bwK7bWxao_U/s1600-h/IMG_0659+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/Sjmr9y71YqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/bwK7bWxao_U/s320/IMG_0659+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348495110612279970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thrilled!!!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAGS&lt;br /&gt;I started ice skating lessons again last week and this week I start school.  That keeps life pretty busy scrunched in between volleyball, work, small group, church, and other various activities.  I don't have a spouse and children to tend to, so keeping organized is pretty simple.  But I don't like packing and unpacking everything weekly, so here's how I organize.  I am the bag lady.  Each activity has a bag that is just the right size for all the needed items.  I place the loaded bags by the door before bed so I remember what I'm doing when I crawl out the door in the morning.  Below are: my school bag(with books, calculator, pen, pencil, and notebook...I usually shove a pain of jeans in there too to change into after work), ice skating bag (ice skates, guards, hair clips, comb, mittens...easy to forget in June!), my purse (everyday necessity), and my lunch bag (though I usually use a cotton green one so I can throw it in the wash more often...but its in the fridge at work).  I also have some larger bags for less frequent travels and a sturdier backpack for road or airplane trips.  This system saves me a lot of time and sanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/Sjmr-KX7ptI/AAAAAAAAAH0/23ygjhTyQeE/s1600-h/IMG_0665+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/Sjmr-KX7ptI/AAAAAAAAAH0/23ygjhTyQeE/s320/IMG_0665+(Medium).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348495116904146642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOKING&lt;br /&gt;Ok, its probably more along the lines of baking, but I made &lt;a href="http://www.thefrugalgirl.com/?p=2310"&gt;these granola bars &lt;/a&gt;and brought them into work today.  They were a huge hit!  They're probably more cookie-ish than granola-ish, but its an easy recipe to tweak to your liking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-1446779571249996804?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/1446779571249996804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=1446779571249996804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1446779571249996804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1446779571249996804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/06/asters-and-bags-and-cooking.html' title='Asters and Bags and Cooking'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/Sjmr9n71E7I/AAAAAAAAAHk/_NuF7Hrmrew/s72-c/IMG_0337+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-7086281316919960227</id><published>2009-06-16T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:13:39.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food waste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving'/><title type='text'>Strawberry Spinach Salad</title><content type='html'>Today I made a homemade, frugal lunch at work.  I brought the spinach, strawberries, and the honey roasted cashews? I had purchased at the store the other day.  Using about 1/2 the ingredients, I fed myself and my co-worker.  Price wise, it came to a little more than $1 per serving!!!  That is cheap!!!  At first, my coworker was shocked I didn't use dressing on my salads, but this salad does just fine without it.  It is very tastey.  You quite literally throw some spinach, cut up strawberries, and nuts in a bowl and ta da! you have salad.  Its yummy, pretty healthy, and thrifty.  I also like the fact that you can make as much or little as you want and still use the leftover ingredients in other, completely different things (like the strawberries in a strawberry pie or the nuts as a topping on ice cream or the spinach in a different salad or in an omelet).  This way I'm not eating the exact same thing all week.  Yum!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-7086281316919960227?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/7086281316919960227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=7086281316919960227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7086281316919960227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7086281316919960227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/06/strawberry-spinach-salad.html' title='Strawberry Spinach Salad'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-3338214593698342350</id><published>2009-06-14T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:35:31.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food waste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving'/><title type='text'>Frugal Goals</title><content type='html'>I am not good at making goals.  I'm a pretty organized, disciplined person for the most part, but goals are just one thing I'm not into.  I like to have margins in life, big margins.  You never know what is going to happen.  Goals seem confining for some reason, but I am starting to understand they are necessary.  When you are in school, the goal is clear: graduate so you can continue next year.  After school, goals become a little more specific and are up to you to define.  As I start trying to live more frugally, here are my goals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Frugal Clothes&lt;br /&gt;- Donate clothes I don't wear&lt;br /&gt;- Buy matching pieces for clothes I like but don't go with anything (this may not seem frugal, but I wear clothes for a long time, so its worth it...and buying one shirt or shorts to complete an outfit is cheaper than buying a whole outfit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Frugal Food&lt;br /&gt;- Eat out cheaper (hmm...how to do this)&lt;br /&gt;- No food waste (cheerfully eat what I have)&lt;br /&gt;- Make more food at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Frugal Spending&lt;br /&gt;- Spend less (I'm thinking of going to good old cash and the envelop system)&lt;br /&gt;- Analyze giving (this does not sound frugal, but giving is important and I'd like to give more)&lt;br /&gt;- Don't buy STUFF (I spend untold amounts at big box stores like WalMart and Target, rarely remembering what I purchased or if I do, its stuff I don't need)&lt;br /&gt;- RETURN stuff (I did this today...returned a book I know I'll never end up reading and a bracket that's the wrong size, normally I would have just kept these two things seeing as they weren't very much money and could be useful, but I'm glad I have my money back and glad I have the space in my apartment this stuff would have taken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Frugal Time&lt;br /&gt;- Anyone who knows me, knows I hate reading, but its something I want to do more of (maybe 15 minutes a day to start)&lt;br /&gt;- Spend more time with God (is there ever enough?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-3338214593698342350?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/3338214593698342350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=3338214593698342350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/3338214593698342350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/3338214593698342350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/06/frugal-goals.html' title='Frugal Goals'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-200253361267850941</id><published>2009-06-14T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T11:08:37.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food waste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving'/><title type='text'>A Life of Frugality</title><content type='html'>My cousin, &lt;a href="http://thefrugalgirl.com"&gt;Frugal Girl&lt;/a&gt;, is very frugal.  She spends very little and discusses her grocery spending on her blog.  In an attempt to be more frugal, I thought I'd start posting my grocery spending like she does.  I'll have to admit, the way I shop is very different than her.  I don't have time to go to as many grocery stores, search the paper for deals like she does, but I could put some more effort into buying smart, cooking more, and planning meals (which I think is more challenging when feeding one, I could make lasagna and have it three meals a day for a week but would not be a very happy camper).  I either have to buy food that keeps a long time or stuff I can prepare many different ways and don't mind eating a lot.  So, let the fun begin.  I spent $50 this session (session because I don't grocery shop on a consistent basis and I'm excited to see how long this lasts).  It seems like a small amount for how long it will last me, and it is, but I must admit, most of my food money goes to eating out with friends (which fortunately gives me an extra meal of leftovers since I don't eat much).  I'd like to start monitoring that more closely too.  So, what did I buy at the store?  Here's the photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SjU3cR2_Q4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/tK5P0F0HadE/s1600-h/IMG_0631+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SjU3cR2_Q4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/tK5P0F0HadE/s320/IMG_0631+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347241091542238082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is not pictured is a small bad of nuts I got in the bulk section.  I realized they were missing when I got home.  Not a big deal, right?  Well, I'm starting the frugal life, so yes, 2.65 is a big deal.  I went to the store to see if I had left them behind and the lady let me get another bag for free!!!  2.65 is a coffee shop visit in my world, so well worth the extra trip.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I buy what I did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 bags frozen blueberries - I use these in pancakes and other things, since they are frozen, they will last forever.  They are cheaper than the fresh ones and I had a coupon.&lt;br /&gt;Eggs, flour, oatmeal, swirled choco chips, raisins - my cousin has a recipe for granola bars I wanted to try out and these were a few of the ingredients&lt;br /&gt;Spinach - I had a coupon&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries and nuts - to go with the spinach to make a yummy salad&lt;br /&gt;Tilapia - a cheap fish yum!  I'm excited to try making this different ways&lt;br /&gt;Mac and Cheese - 5 for $4...I give them to my neighbors when they need food or make it if I am babysitting kids at my house&lt;br /&gt;Hot dogs, baked beans, and carrot chips - for a picnic next weekend&lt;br /&gt;Milk - to put in coffee I make at home&lt;br /&gt;Pita chips - I have some hummus left over I'd like to use and these are super yummy!&lt;br /&gt;Brown sugar - I was out and like to have it on hand&lt;br /&gt;Frappuchinos - These are a splurge that I buy when they are on sale...unfortunately I can't brag too much because they were only .50 off.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also very proud of the fact that I remembered to bring my reusable bags!  They are sturdier and I don't have paper bags all over my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's everything for now : - )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my poor attempt at food planning : - )  Like my cousin, I don't plan breakfasts, they are usually oatmeal, cereal, or just coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;L - leftover Carbone's&lt;br /&gt;D - free picnic at the park from the local church (how nice of them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;L - left over Jimmy's&lt;br /&gt;D - potatoes with paprika and chives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;L - strawberry salad&lt;br /&gt;D - whatever snacks I bring to the ice rink and then snacks at small group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;L - probably strawberry salad again&lt;br /&gt;D - probably attempt some tilapia (pasta if its cold outside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;L - strawberry salad again? maybe chicken&lt;br /&gt;D - I have class this night, so probably will grab something out quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;L - out with a friend&lt;br /&gt;D - sometimes I forget to eat dinner on Fridays, so probably just some snacks before volleyball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;L - at my parent's&lt;br /&gt;D - picnic at friends' (bringing carrot chips and hot dogs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-200253361267850941?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/200253361267850941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=200253361267850941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/200253361267850941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/200253361267850941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-of-frugality.html' title='A Life of Frugality'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SjU3cR2_Q4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/tK5P0F0HadE/s72-c/IMG_0631+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-8719984985965564726</id><published>2009-05-29T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:04:55.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Barb</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I did a church visit, but a few weeks ago I went to &lt;a href="http://www.sovgracecc.org/"&gt;Sovereign Grace Community Church&lt;/a&gt;.  It is part of a community of churches my aunt mentioned I should try out.  It meets in a local high school auditorium.  I'm happy with the church I currently go to on Saturday nights, but it leaves Sunday mornings open to try out other places.  This church was filled to the brims with large families.  I felt a little out of place because I wasn't wearing a denim skirt like all the other women ;-)  I knew few of the songs and the pastor's sermon was nothing to write home about.  HOWEVER...I'd give it another try.  I felt welcomed there.  All because of Barb.  Walking in, I was given a mummbled "welcome" from the greeters, pointed in the direction of the auditorium, and given the familiar "you must be a visitor" look.  I sat down and waited for the service to start.  A lady came over, said 'hi', firmly shook my hand, and said, "My name's Barb!  I haven't seen you here before?  Is this your first time visiting?".  We chatted for a few mintues and she mentioned going to find her kids before service started.  She ended with a, "Nice to meet you.  I'll see you after service and we'll chat more."  I sat there in shock!  After service?  I had been invited to stay and chat?  Often at church, we are good at saying "visitors are welcome to stick around for coffee and snacks" but we often are saying it to ourselves or it falls on deaf ears that have just heard about the offering we are going to receive.  But being specifically invited to chat with a new found friend made staying worth doing.  Someone knows I'm here.  Someone wants to talk to me.  Or, my biggest thought, someone will know if I ditch out early (which I did...I had plans that didn't permit me to stay long after, maybe next time).  Amazing.  Barb has it right.  She's the best greeter ever and I doubt that was her official role for the day.  I mean, when was the last time you remembered the name of a church greeter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-8719984985965564726?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/8719984985965564726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=8719984985965564726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/8719984985965564726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/8719984985965564726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/05/barb.html' title='Barb'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-6323485804790734036</id><published>2009-05-29T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:18:17.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health and Nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>What Happened to Friendship?</title><content type='html'>I am starting to think it is “sooo 1990’s” to think that love=sex.  It seems that the new trend for the 2000s is friendship=sex.  Having the day off, I tuned into Dr. Phil and Oprah.  Both shows were about same sex marriage, being gay, and being lesbian.  The people in relationships often have great things to say about each other.  They were attracted to the other people’s personality at first.  But beyond that, physical intimacy was added.  It seems that we, as a society, have lost sight of how to be good friends…just friends.  We admire someone, we enjoy being with them, we talk, we make memories, we share secrets, we laugh…and now, we have sex?  It is hard for boys and girls to be just friends, but now, girls and girls can’t be just friends, boys and boys can’t be just friends.  We are confused in our relationships.  We don’t trust people.  We are paranoid about them.  And yet, we desire intimacy, we desire to trust people and think being physical will fulfill that need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our relationship confusion hinders our ability to form community.  There is no trust and honesty when we don’t know how to be friends.  Our friendships grow and die at rapid paces.  With our growing dependence on cyber relationships, where people put their best foot forward, our friendships grow quickly.  With the lack of cyber relationships in the past, few people know how to deal with failed cyber relationships.  The dream, the best foot forward, idealist relationship dies with a confused bang.  With our added physical acts, our relationships die with a bang, causing more mistrust.  How can we have community in a large group when we can’t even have intimate, non-sexual relationships between two people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we have lost our bodily boundaries, we have not lost our desire for intimacy with each other.  Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-6323485804790734036?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/6323485804790734036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=6323485804790734036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/6323485804790734036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/6323485804790734036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-happened-to-friendship.html' title='What Happened to Friendship?'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-6435185750703867409</id><published>2009-05-28T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T20:57:01.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><title type='text'>Lyrics of Life</title><content type='html'>I've been hearing a thought provoking song recently.  Its Nickelback's "If Today Was Your Last Day".  What a great song!  Great lyrics.  My favorite line is "live like you'll never live it twice".  All questions...I like questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Today Was Your Last Day - Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend gave me the best advice&lt;br /&gt;He said each day's a gift and not a given right&lt;br /&gt;Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind&lt;br /&gt;And try to take the path less traveled by&lt;br /&gt;That first step you take is the longest stride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you have?&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the grain should be a way of life&lt;br /&gt;What's worth the prize is always worth the fight&lt;br /&gt;Every second counts 'cause there's no second try&lt;br /&gt;So live like you'll never live it twice&lt;br /&gt;Don't take the free ride in your own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you have?&lt;br /&gt;Would you call old friends you never see?&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce old memories&lt;br /&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;br /&gt;Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?&lt;br /&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;br /&gt;That you finally fall in love&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of who you are&lt;br /&gt;So do whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life&lt;br /&gt;Let nothin' stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;Cause the hands of time are never on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow was too late&lt;br /&gt;Could you say goodbye to yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you live each moment like your last?&lt;br /&gt;Leave old pictures in the past&lt;br /&gt;Donate every dime you have?&lt;br /&gt;Would you call old friends you never see?&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce old memories&lt;br /&gt;Would you forgive your enemies?&lt;br /&gt;Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?&lt;br /&gt;Swear up and down to God above&lt;br /&gt;That you finally fall in love&lt;br /&gt;If today was your last day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-6435185750703867409?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/6435185750703867409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-4844321000870023346</id><published>2009-05-14T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:25:31.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>My Little Bro</title><content type='html'>My little brother had a good post the other day, so I thought I'd share that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://itriedtrying.blogspot.com/2009/05/christian-crazies.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-4844321000870023346?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/4844321000870023346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=4844321000870023346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/4844321000870023346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/4844321000870023346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-little-bro.html' title='My Little Bro'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-7255886778769873791</id><published>2009-05-11T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:42:01.171-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Our Father...Who Art In Heaven...</title><content type='html'>There's something about the Lord's Prayer.  Mumbled at the end of countless meeting at the church where I worked, I found it to be rote and dry, merely words without heart, a cultish chant.  But I've been re-thinking these words and have come to find the age-less, pure words focusing, uniting, and pure.  There's something about each and every word.  As I uttered "our..." I was reminded of the common bond Christians and all humanity have.  We are all in need of a Father, the Saviour.  Wow.  All that from one word.  Being a "Baptist", I like to change up the words and be a little more specific or imaginative to keep the "chant" from becoming cultish once again...bring on the trespasses vs. temptations debate :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-7255886778769873791?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/7255886778769873791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=7255886778769873791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7255886778769873791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7255886778769873791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-fatherwho-art-in-heaven.html' title='Our Father...Who Art In Heaven...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-1569232763878441833</id><published>2009-05-10T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T08:51:37.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><title type='text'>Research</title><content type='html'>Quick...where's San Jose, California?  Is it by the ocean or the mountains?  While the answer stays the same, the way we come to our conclusion has changed over time.  A mere ten years ago, I would have gone to the bookshelf and grabbed an Atlas or Encyclopia. I would flip through the pages and find California or flip through the index and find San Jose.  Five years ago I might have called a knowledgable friend or took a mental note to look it up in Encarta (remember Encarta? the digitization of an Encyclopia) when I got home.  However, as we were eating dinner last night at a restaurant and the question arose, it was merely a question of who would look it up on their mobile.  In less than five minutes (maximum) we had our answer complete with a visual, color map of San Jose and the surrounding area.  (Its on the coast, by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the information at our finger tips, is this good for us?  We are learning how to access information at the speed of light (quite literally).  However, I see reasoning, socializing, and logic getting thrown by the wayside.  We are losing the tangents that reasoning and team research bring us.  And really, how useful is the informaiton we are accessing anyways?  Much of it is simply fluff that does not better our lives by any scope of the imagination.  Consider our San Jose question: we looked it up quick and the question was quickly answered.  However, if the technology had not been available, what else would we have learned?  Would we have heard a story from someone who had been there?  Would we have reasoned (as we did later) that their hockey team is the Sharks and why would that be a team from inland?  Is my life better because I know where San Jose is?  Will I even remember the answer next time the question comes up or simply turn to Google again?  Would we have just let the question slide and used the five minutes for another discussion?  Who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-1569232763878441833?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/1569232763878441833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=1569232763878441833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1569232763878441833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1569232763878441833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/05/research.html' title='Research'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-7697797485075474337</id><published>2009-05-04T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:42:19.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health and Nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Face to Face</title><content type='html'>Imagine you and I plan to meet for coffee.  You're there, ready for my arrival.  I show up with my brother, my tv, a deck of cards, my ipod, and a treadmill (it looks like a Verizon commercial).  We sit down to coffee.  While I'm talking with you and drinking my coffee, I'm talking with my brother, watching tv, playing solitaire, listening to music, and walking on my treadmill.  Would you feel like we were having quality time?  I would hope not.  Would you feel valued in the presence of my entourage?  Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, this is what I see happening in our society.  I sit at my home, online, watching tv, chatting online with multiple friends, talking on the phone, eating dinner, playing solitaire, and sometimes lifting hand weights...all at the same time!  While this is alright once in a while, this is no way to socialize and no way to maintain the close friendships God desires for us, has designed for us, as catalysts of growth for us and others.  A smaller and smaller percentage of our conversations anymore are face to face.  Every day there are new ways to communicate faceless.  Taking into consideration that much of conversation is non-verbal, this is sad and confusing.  We are losing the art of live face-to-face conversation.  I'd like to see a study on eye contact.  I bet our eye contact is not what it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we also do this with God.  Whether you are an introvert or extravert, the thought of spending even ten quiet, still minutes face-to-face with God sounds like a lazy waste.  It is sad because even ten minutes are so powerful.  So, stop, you can do it.  You can take the next 10 minutes.  Go in Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-7697797485075474337?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/7697797485075474337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=7697797485075474337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7697797485075474337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7697797485075474337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/05/face-to-face.html' title='Face to Face'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-139856459320503317</id><published>2009-04-22T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:42:09.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A Very Good "Good Friday"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/Se-oWUXRd2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2ZcMNqNnKjc/s1600-h/david.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327661985579497314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/Se-oWUXRd2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2ZcMNqNnKjc/s320/david.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"I know another Father who lost His Son on Good Friday. It is because of that we know Jason is ok." - Uncle David Pautsch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These past few weeks have been somber. After attending a somber Good Friday service, I returned home where my dad called me with news that my 20-year-old cousin, Jason had died that morning in Iraq. A suicide bomber had driven into an Iraqi police post and Jason's convoy happened to be there at the same moment (I'm not sure if those are the exact details). The family notified, his name released, the press releases started rolling in. My family's faith became strickingly evident and no one could deny the source of my uncle's hope and the rock Jason had stood upon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327663027760081522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/Se-pS-yfKnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/6a0d1A7vuE8/s320/jason.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;"All the other pretend gods want you to die for them, but instead Jesus died for you!" -Cpl. Jason G. Pautsch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"When he was in Desert Training last year in the Mojave Desert, he was having a discussion with some of his buddies and one got rather antagonistic saying, “What makes you think Christianity is so much better than any of the other religions in the world?!” Jason told me he didn’t know what to say but he breathed a little prayer to the LORD and said, “I need some big help on this one.”&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out he opened his mouth and said, “It’s like this. All the other pretend gods want you to die for them, but instead Jesus died for you!” That pretty much stopped the mouths of his detractors." -David Pautsch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;To think that 2,000 people attended Jason's viewing. To think that 700 attended his funeral, including the governors of Iowa and Illinois. To think people lined streets with flags and ribbons. To think that, as his herse made its way down the HIGHWAY, yes, the HIGHWAY, people stopped to salute their hometown hero. To think that he's gone... It boggels my mind and seems surreal that people would honor my cousin in this way. It brightens my heart to know the media is broadcasting his story of faith and our family's dependence on God. May many come to know Him through this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;To learn more, please do a web search on "Jason Pautsch"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-139856459320503317?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/139856459320503317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=139856459320503317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/139856459320503317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/139856459320503317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/04/very-good-good-friday.html' title='A Very Good &quot;Good Friday&quot;'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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/_LZHjSsX0F2c/Se-oWUXRd2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/2ZcMNqNnKjc/s72-c/david.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-2581704288313027596</id><published>2009-04-13T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:09:28.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Easter Extravaganza!</title><content type='html'>Whew!  This weekend was busy!  So much happened, but let me narrow it down to one event: church.  This weekend's schedule included five church services at three different churches.  As my dad says, "Now we don't have to go until Christmas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service 1:  Good Friday at my local Lutheran church&lt;br /&gt;A very traditional, liturgical service complete with extinguishing candles and the sanctuary going dark at the end.  It sent a shiver up my spine and I have never felt more "scared" at church before.  No, they did not slam the book shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service 2: Volunteering in the kids ministry at my church&lt;br /&gt;Always fun, we had about 60 kids when we usually have around 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service 3: Saturday night Easter service at my church&lt;br /&gt;This was their first time there.  They liked it.  My church focuses on a few things and does them over-the-top well.  My mom commented, "This is the Disney World of churches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service 4: My parent's local Lutheran church&lt;br /&gt;After Disney church, we decided we missed the traditional, so woke up for 6am service at their local Lutheran church.  A youth lead service, it was liturgical and contemporary.  Communion was served.  They can fit a lot of people all around their stage for communion.  By the third round (our turn) we notice communion wafers (which our friends fondly call "Christ chex") litering the floor.  The air-light wafers were flying off the plate as the priests and vicar hurridly served the sacrament.  We tried not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service 5: My parent's church&lt;br /&gt;Off to my paren'ts church for a different kind of liturgy.  They do the same thing every year and my mom and I predicted it to a T.  Say "He is risen!" (though he might have said "He is reason") which is answered by cheering and clapping.  The pastor always says, "We celebrate Easter every day!".  And Kirk Franklin's "Hero" is sung.  Ah, Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to our friends for dinner and the Easter weekend is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-2581704288313027596?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/2581704288313027596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=2581704288313027596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2581704288313027596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2581704288313027596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-extravaganza.html' title='Easter Extravaganza!'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-6190366400954512116</id><published>2009-04-01T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:46:35.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>A Vulnerable God</title><content type='html'>I often like to think of God as strong and in control, but a service I went to tonight helped me think about God in another aspect, the aspect of a vulnerable and rejected God.  As we anticipate Easter, I see God in this new light.  Like a high school boy asking out a girl he likes, the perfect God thoughtfully says "I love you" to us desperately flawed human beings, giving up His control and risking rejection (one of the worst feelings).  He knows people will reject Him and yet, He loves us so much and knows that we need His love.  He choses to share His perfect love with such fallen humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus served his disciples by washing their feet, touching the dirt they had picked up from where they had been.  Jesus is not afraid of where they've been.  He humbles Himself, touches their dirty lives, and offers His perfect love.  When I hear this footwashing story being told, it is often followed with comments such as "Be like Jesus" or "Be a servant like Jesus" and we are encouraged to picture ourselves as the one washing feet.  But we need to remember that our feet too need washed and Jesus has offered to wash them.  Our part is simply to accept His love.  Simple, right?  I find this hard.  It is easy for me to admit I'm not perfect.  It is easy for me to admit there is a hole in my heart.  But it is hard for me to accept that a perfect, flawless God loves me so much He has risked rejection to love me.  It is hard for me to sit and let Him wash my dirty, stinky feet.  I'm overwhelmed by all the love God gives me when I am so un-deserving, so unlovable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-6190366400954512116?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/6190366400954512116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=6190366400954512116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/6190366400954512116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/6190366400954512116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/04/vulnerable-god.html' title='A Vulnerable God'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-4583750697440585799</id><published>2009-03-30T16:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:12:50.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'>Bethany the Baker</title><content type='html'>Since winter in Minnesota never seems to end, I thought it would be fun to try my hand at baking.  I used to bake a lot in college, but haven't done much since.  I figure, since I'm related to &lt;a href="http://thefrugalgirl.com/"&gt;thefrugalgirl&lt;/a&gt; I might have an ounce of baker in me.  So, yesterday I made bagels (with two neighbor children under foot!), friendship bread, and started the mixture for cornbread (my oven was too busy to bake it).  I like making bagels.  They are good, inexpensive, and relatively easy.  There are, however, a lot of steps: broiling, boiling, and baking!  Whew!  And the cornbread mixture was $3 at the store!  Way more than the simple ingredients used to make it.  I made noodles from scratch during my time of unemployment, but thought it was a lot of work for the small amount when it is so inexpensive at the store.  Well, I have to go put the cornbread in the oven.  More baking adventures later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-4583750697440585799?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/4583750697440585799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=4583750697440585799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/4583750697440585799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/4583750697440585799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/03/bethany-baker.html' title='Bethany the Baker'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-840792520561323710</id><published>2009-03-08T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:10:32.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>The Horrible Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I haven't written in a long time.  I've had a lot to think about and life has been busy, but here we go:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recounting a news story he was reading off his iphone, my friend told us about the man who entered an Illinois church, shooting and ultimately killing the pastor (&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/03/08/church.shooting/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/03/08/church.shooting/index.html&lt;/a&gt;). An eight-year-old at the table muttered, shaking her head, "What a horrible man!" While a few at the table nodded in agreement, I was taken aback. Saturday night I had gone to church with my friend and heard a sermon based on Luke 18:9-14 (I will post it later). This passage is a parable about a pharisee (religious leader) and a tax collector (an unfair traitor) coming to the temple to pray. I came away from the sermon learning that we are all equal, we are all sinners. God saw the religious leader and the unfair traitor on the same level. None is greater than the other. I am no better than the horrible man in Illinois. So, I spoke up, "No, he is not a horrible man. He made a bad decision." The eight year old was surprised, "But why would he do that?" "I'm not sure," I replied, "maybe he was mad or hurt, but he is not horrible. He is no different than us." How easy it is to be like the pharisee: earning God's love. The thing is, God's love can't be earned. It is freely given. God loves us as much as He ever will. He will never love us less. He will not love the Horrible Man less. How radical! We can experience less or more of His love in our lives when we allow it, but His love remains constant....for you....for me....for the Horrible Man. But how do we change our thinking to this radical way of ascribing God's infinite worth to everyone we meet? We see it in the Disciples' question in Luke 17:5 where God talks about radical forgiveness. They simply say, "Lord, increase our faith." It is only when we experience God's radical love and forgiveness in our own lives that we can then project it on to others and see them the way God sees them.&lt;/p&gt;Check it out: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTsYAZvHsEQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GTsYAZvHsEQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-840792520561323710?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/840792520561323710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=840792520561323710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/840792520561323710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/840792520561323710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/03/horrible-man.html' title='The Horrible Man'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-3576036266106929953</id><published>2009-01-25T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:48:05.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beautiful Mess</title><content type='html'>I am constantly agonizing over the never-ending cluttered state of my apartment.  It is constantly messy and there is no catching up to it!  The other morning, as I sat with my coffee carefully looking over a horrible mess left from movie night the night before, I began to see the mess as beautiful!  The scattered blankets (not only on the sofas but also on the floor) reminded me I had too many people over to even fit on my chairs!  The popcorn kernels littering my floor so bad it reminded me of the dollar theater reminded me that I have enough money to feed not only my own mouth, but those who came.  The glitter strewn about my house reminded me of the fun we had and how comfortable my neighbor kids feel knocking on my door.  The pile of dishes reminded me how I can still teach a kid how to make decent cookies.  Yes, it was a mess of sticky pop spills, crushed popcorn, cookie crumbs, and glitter crafts but it was beautiful!  I would not trade welcoming people into my home for a clean house!  Maybe that's why heaven will be so great....people but not messy houses :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-3576036266106929953?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/3576036266106929953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=3576036266106929953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/3576036266106929953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/3576036266106929953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-mess.html' title='The Beautiful Mess'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-510056301466791085</id><published>2009-01-11T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T07:27:30.007-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food waste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health and Nutrition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving'/><title type='text'>If You Must Eat Out...</title><content type='html'>I like to eat out as much as the next person.  Its fun and I often get to eat food I would not otherwise cook for myself.  Here are some deals I've found while eating out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Applebee's half priced appetizers.  Ok, so you have to stay up until 9pm for this one, but its worth it.  I usually get a quesadilla for $5.  I munch on it a bit at 9pm, but really, how much can you eat at 9pm.  It proceeds to feed me for two more meals!  A great deal!  Cheaper than taco bell, tastes better, and is probably a little healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Carbone's Saturday special.  I'm not sure if all Carbone's have this, but my friend Kari, her daughter Aria, and I went yesterday.  For $9.99 you get two "half" hoagies (which are still about 8 inches!), a plate of cheese bread, and a whole pitcher of pop!  All for $9.99!!!  We ate our fill and still took home boxes.  I'll probably get a few more meals out of my "half" hoagie and Kari was planning on feeding the rest of her family that had stayed home off her leftovers.  What a deal!  Originally we were going to go to Subway.  I think we probably would have spent as much and gotten less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Credit card kick-backs.  This one is only a benefit IF you PAY OFF your cards IN FULL EVERY MONTH!  If you can't, then this deal is not for you.  My Discover card gives me 1% cash back on everything and 5% on whatever the categories are for the quarter.  With that money, you can buy giftcards for a good deal (a $25 card for $20 usually).  There are many restaurants you can get.  Since I use my credit card for essentials (food), I'm not spending any more than I would so the gift cards I buy with my money back are pretty much FREE!!!  &lt;a href="http://www.thefrugalgirl.com/"&gt;My cousin &lt;/a&gt;does the same thing with her family when they go on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you must see a movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends are sad that the beloved "Buck" shut down in Roseville.  But have no fear, there is another "Buck".  It is a $2 theatre in Maplewood (off of White Bear Avenue and Larpenteur right next to Woodland Hills Church).  My friend Kristi and I took two kids to see Wall-E.  We got four tickets, a bin of popcorn (with a free refill), and two large pops (with a free refill) for only $16!  For that much my friend and I could have barely bought only tickets at the "real" theater!  The Dollar theater was way cheaper and way more fun (with popcorn and pop).  What a deal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-510056301466791085?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/510056301466791085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=510056301466791085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/510056301466791085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/510056301466791085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-must-eat-out.html' title='If You Must Eat Out...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-2291526249823338622</id><published>2009-01-07T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:47:23.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystery Box'/><title type='text'>Being Dizzy</title><content type='html'>I was hanging out in the lobby of a church with some friends this past week when their darling preschool-aged daughter started running in a circle.  Around and around and around she went with enthusiasm and joy.  She simply said, "Run!!!", inviting us to join in.  So I joined her in her circular treck, carefully "running" the six foot radius circle.  I kept myself directly across from her, keeping my eyes on her.  As we ran more laps, I noticed I wasn't getting dizzy at all.  As long as I kept my eyes on her, everything on the balance end was fine.  But the moment I looked anywhere else, even a few glances to her left or right, I would slowly become dizzy.  Even if I took a second to see where I was going, I would get dizzy.  It reminded me of God.  The Bible often talks about life as being a long race to be run with endurance and focus.  When we look at God, follow Him, and keep focused on Him, we don't get "dizzy".  But as soon as something else draws our attention or we look at the step in front of us out of fear of where He is taking us, we get incredibly "dizzy".  Its hard to walk straight or even stand when you are dizzy.  So many things vie for our attention.  So many seemingly good things can draw us away from God and trusting that He has the best plan: friends, books, activities, etc.  Keep focused so you don't get dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to the Lord, 'You are my Lord; apart from You I have no good thing.&lt;br /&gt;-Psalm 16:2 NIV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-2291526249823338622?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/2291526249823338622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=2291526249823338622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2291526249823338622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2291526249823338622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-dizzy.html' title='Being Dizzy'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-7543642735853941120</id><published>2009-01-01T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:27:58.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving'/><title type='text'>Mint.com</title><content type='html'>Break it almost over, so its time to say goodbye to the family and head back home. :-( Break has been too fun and gone too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was reading &lt;a href="http://www.thefrugalgirl.com/"&gt;my cousin's blog &lt;/a&gt;and noticed someone had posted about &lt;a href="http://www.mint.com/"&gt;mint.com&lt;/a&gt;. I checked out the site and it looks really useful (especially if you have an iphone). Quicken is my favorite tool for tracking spending and budgeting, I've been using it for years. Mint.com looks comparable (but free!). One feature is that you can see your spending compared to the average person in a particular category. That may be helpful, but also may encourage one to spend more. If you check &lt;a href="http://www.mint.com/"&gt;mint.com &lt;/a&gt;out, let me know what you think. And while you're at it, check out &lt;a href="http://www.thefrugalgirl.com/"&gt;my cousin's blog &lt;/a&gt;too...she'll save you a bundle of cash!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-7543642735853941120?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/7543642735853941120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=7543642735853941120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7543642735853941120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7543642735853941120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2009/01/mintcom.html' title='Mint.com'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-1687340861664403379</id><published>2008-12-28T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:57:41.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>The Power of Positive Words</title><content type='html'>I said a lot of stupid, ridiculous, mean words yesterday.  Some were about people I know.  Some where simply in judgement of people I don't know.  I am mean!  And I should know the power of negative words.  I used to work at a church where I was told many negative comments, hurtful lies, and downright mean things about me, my staff, and my plans for the ministry I was leading.  Mean words hurt yes, but they also have the power to haunt.  I'm not being superstitious or weird, just follow me here.  When people hear mean words, the means words stick with them whether they like it or not...whether they were intentional or not.  Now, when I try to minister, all the mean words I heard at church flood back into my brain.  I am on a constant quest to override them with the new, kind words I'm hearing "we're glad you're here!" "thanks for helping!"  I've been convicted recently to fill my mind and mouth with positive words, to build people up instead of tear them down.  Life is too short to tear people down.  Life is not long enough to build people up.  But the most important thing to remember about mean words is that they come from mere, fallen human beings.  Load your brain with positive words from God.  Know that you are loved by Him and nothing you can do can take you from Him. :-)  The pastor I grew up listening to says it well: "Make a point to ascribe God's infinite worth to everyone you meet."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-1687340861664403379?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/1687340861664403379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=1687340861664403379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1687340861664403379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1687340861664403379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/12/power-of-positive-words.html' title='The Power of Positive Words'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-2572717121861772472</id><published>2008-12-27T07:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T07:48:27.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography (I try)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SVZL722i2RI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Q-QXSOCVIks/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284494704474511634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SVZL722i2RI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Q-QXSOCVIks/s200/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SVZL7eNKnyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zkAJCqJP5Lo/s1600-h/CIMG5354+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284494697858506530" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SVZL7eNKnyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zkAJCqJP5Lo/s200/CIMG5354+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SVZL7aSbJxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2F8JsBpyULM/s1600-h/n1281990018_30049115_661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284494696806819602" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SVZL7aSbJxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2F8JsBpyULM/s200/n1281990018_30049115_661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year Christmas was very...active. I would say busy, but it wasn't stressful busy, just active. We started out with our annual ski trip up north (year 8, trip 7) with our family friends. Our family friends are basically like relatives to us since our relatives and their relatives all live out of town. This year we survived winter storm Ernie. They started naming their snow storms up north and we're not sure why, but it keeps life interesting. Up north we skiied, had "Christmas" dinner of steak, ate pizza at Sven and Ole's, watched movies, and played games. My sister-in-law and I also made snow angels! Fun! The snow was very fluffy...kind of hard to ski in a foot of that. We had some great falls. We drove home on Christmas Eve and I went to church to help out with the kids for two services and attend one. Christmas is a fun time to help with children's church because the kids are so excited and in awe of everything. Christmas morning we opened presents (I slept in until 11). My dad (the bestower of terabit hard drives, digital cameras, and anything technical) bought me pink soakers for my ice skates! He had looked at them with me the other week and I was surprised he not only remembered but bought something that doesn't require a battery or wires! Way to go dad! Then my little brother and I went and saw "Valkyrie" with our family friends at the movie theater. I've never been to the movie theater on Christmas and was surprised how busy (ie. sold out) it was! After that, we had ham for dinner and then I made my family play the "Ticket to Ride" game I got for Christmas (which they all loved!!!). I had played it with friends in Ireland...definently a great game! Yesterday was coffee dates with long lost friends and today is a day to finally relax...maybe. :-) I'm so thankful for my family and friends and especially GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284496931622691058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SVZN9foDIPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dvvz7dBf378/s200/CIMG6488+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Playing "Ticket to Ride" in Ireland with Stacey, Jon, and Erin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-2572717121861772472?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/2572717121861772472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=2572717121861772472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2572717121861772472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2572717121861772472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SVZL722i2RI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Q-QXSOCVIks/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-2426614607753627758</id><published>2008-12-18T16:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:57:06.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Holy Discontent</title><content type='html'>These lyrics frequently come to my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Pure and Holy Passion - Passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me one pure and holy passion&lt;br /&gt;Give me one magnificent obsession&lt;br /&gt;Give me one glorious ambition for my life&lt;br /&gt;To know and follow hard after You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know and follow hard after you&lt;br /&gt;To grow as your dicsiple in your truth&lt;br /&gt;This world is empty, pale, and poor&lt;br /&gt;Compared to knowing you, my Lord&lt;br /&gt;Lead me on and I will run after you&lt;br /&gt;Lead me on and I will run after you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately about "holy discontent".  I heard this phrase at a conference some time ago.  A holy discontent is something that you are so passionate about, it almost makes me angry.  It is such a strong urge that it drives you to action.  You HAVE to do something.  You can not sit by and watch any more.  This song reminds me to keep that holy discontent God centered.  There's no use in having a holy discontent about anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-2426614607753627758?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/2426614607753627758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=2426614607753627758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2426614607753627758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2426614607753627758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/12/holy-discontent.html' title='Holy Discontent'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-9162832506168088250</id><published>2008-12-11T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:47:48.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Hosanna</title><content type='html'>I have always loved the word "Hosanna".  For some reason, there is so much power and grace behind it.  Dictionary.com defines 'hosanna' this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho⋅san⋅na &lt;br /&gt; /hoʊˈzænə/ &lt;a class="pronlink" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" alt="Toggle for Spelled Pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[hoh-zan-uh] &lt;a class="pronlink" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show IPA pronunciation" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" alt="Toggle for IPA Pronunciation"&gt;Show IPA Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;interjection, noun, plural -nas, verb, -naed, -na⋅ing.&lt;br /&gt;–interjection&lt;br /&gt;1. (an exclamation, originally an appeal to God for deliverance, used in praise of God or Christ.) -noun&lt;br /&gt;2. a cry of “hosanna.”&lt;br /&gt;3. a shout of praise or adoration; an acclamation.–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;4. to praise, applaud, etc.: The critics hosannaed his new play.&lt;br /&gt;Origin: &lt; LL (h)ōsanna &lt; Gk ōsanná &lt; Heb hōsh(i) ʿāh nnā save, we pray; r. ME, OE osanna &lt; LL, as above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that it is a shout of crying out for a savior and also a shout of praise.  They go hand in hand and the single word seems to capture it all: joy, elation, despair, panic, rescue, and safe-keeping.  I love songs that use the word.  Recently, our church has been singing "Hosanna" by Hillsong United.  I love the bridge, I think it is a powerful prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heal my heart and make it clean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Open up my eyes to the things unseen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me how to love like You have loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Break my heart for what breaks Yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything I am for Your Kingdom's cause&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I walk from earth into eternity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-from Hosanna by Hillsong United&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-9162832506168088250?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/9162832506168088250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=9162832506168088250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/9162832506168088250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/9162832506168088250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/12/hosanna.html' title='Hosanna'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-8778416545860256926</id><published>2008-12-11T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:43:52.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><title type='text'>Powerful Parables</title><content type='html'>Parables are interesting things.  Jesus tells many of them in the Bible.  These stories can be seen as merely stories, but are meant to be powerful tools Jesus uses to teach us about God.  There are messages in these parables.  Frequently, scholars agree on one or two messages one should deduce from these stories.  Recently, I've been thinking about the ability of Parables to function as a rorschach test of sorts.  God does not change.  His love for us does not change.  But our minds ability to think and comprehend changes, our life circumstances change, and our view of God changes.  Some days I read the Parable of the Lost Son and I'm the brother who takes his inheritance and runs.  Other days, though, I'm the brother who stays at home, angry when the father throws the disobedient brother a lavish party.  Either way, God shows me something I need to learn right now.  Parables are powerful because in the same message, they can teach different people different things at different times.  Wow...God is so powerful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-8778416545860256926?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/8778416545860256926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=8778416545860256926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/8778416545860256926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/8778416545860256926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/12/powerful-parables.html' title='Powerful Parables'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-801409266965507849</id><published>2008-12-09T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:45:52.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice Skating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystery Box'/><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>Tonight was my first night of ice skating lessons.  I'm super excited about the lessons and am enjoying it thoroughly.  I joined mostly to get exercise and become a better skater.  My teacher helped me learn some new skills to work on and congratulated me for passing a few of them already!  (I'm already to a Beta level).  After my lessons were over and I was back at home on my couch I realized: My legs are in pain!  My fingers are in pain (I scraped some skin off pulling my laces tight)!  And it got me to thinking...I'm rather excited about this pain!  Yes, it hurts (I hope I can walk tomorrow), but its good.  I know I am working my muscles and my body is getting stronger.  It hurts, but its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It a lot like life...there is a lot of pain in life.  Most of it is good in the end because it shows that we are "working our muscles", that we are growing (maybe spiritually, emotionally, socially, etc).  Where there is physical pain, physical growth or strength often follows.  The bad (fat) goes away and reveals a stronger, healthier body.  In life, when there is pain, bad stuff is often released to reveal a stronger, healthier life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, sometimes physical pain is due to a poor move...slipping and falling may cause you to break your arm (which is painful) but that pain doesn't help you grow...it is due to you doing something wrong.  Sometimes pain in our life is because we aren't following God.  We have turned away and because of that are experiencing pain.  When we turn back to God, our pain may go away or become the first type of pain I talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been conditioned to think that pain is bad, but that is not always the case.  Pain can be good.  Thank you, God, for pain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-801409266965507849?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/801409266965507849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=801409266965507849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/801409266965507849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/801409266965507849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/12/ice-skating-lessons-part-1.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-4124231656058552549</id><published>2008-12-03T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:11:26.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ice Skating'/><title type='text'>Adventures in Ice Skating</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I posted, so I thought I'd post SOMETHING.  I've started a new adventure...ice skating.  I've loved ice skating since I was a little girl and took lessons when I was little.  My friend's eight-year-old daughter started taking lessons a few months ago and has quickly excelled at the sport.  Inspired, I went to a few open skating sessions with her and loved it.  Now, I have my very own pair of ice skates (the hockey guys at Straus helped me find some good used ones and even sharpened them for me :-) ) and start lessons next Tuesday!  I am trying to convince my friend Kari to sign up with me.  We'll be spinning and skating and triple luting before you know it!!!  Olympics here we come :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  That reminds me: my friend and I decided we will be attending the 2012 Olympics in London!!!!!  I'm so excited!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-4124231656058552549?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/4124231656058552549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=4124231656058552549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/4124231656058552549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/4124231656058552549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/12/adventures-in-ice-skating.html' title='Adventures in Ice Skating'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-911059978157682352</id><published>2008-11-15T13:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:57:22.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystery Box'/><title type='text'>The Wishing Well</title><content type='html'>I was at the mall today with my friend's eight-year-old daughter.  She kept asking me if I could buy her a ride on the indoor carousel, a slushie, a necklace, something!  The thought of bringing a kid to a mall and leaving with nothing defines torture in my mind.  If you don't wish to spend money, don't go to the mall.  I'm also lenient in giving children a small amount of money since they have no form of income.  So, I gave her $5 and told her she could use it however she'd like, but that was all she was getting.  This made her choose.  Soon, the money was gone.  As she drank her slushie and jealously watched the children on the carousel, she asked me for the few pennies she had left.  I gave them to her and she threw one in the fountain.  "What did you wish for?" I asked.  "That you would give me more money," she replied.  I laughed.  It reminds me of what we sometimes do with God.  God gives us gifts that we think of as mere pennies.  We toss them away and say, "No God, give me better blessings."  We overlook and are ungrateful for the blessings He graciously gives us.  Afterall, He doesn't have to give us anything at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-911059978157682352?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/911059978157682352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=911059978157682352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/911059978157682352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/911059978157682352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/11/wishing-well.html' title='The Wishing Well'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-6640376223317997956</id><published>2008-11-14T18:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:34:01.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food waste'/><title type='text'>Food Waste - 14 November 2008</title><content type='html'>Not photo, but here's the list for the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- celery (lots of it)&lt;br /&gt;- carrots (the package was broken and I just realized it...was wondering how they rotted so fast)&lt;br /&gt;- one egg (my neighbor cracked it onto the counter when we were teaching her how to make cookies :-) )&lt;br /&gt;- a bit of soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I did pretty good...but I think I threw some stuff out earlier this week I forgot about :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-6640376223317997956?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/6640376223317997956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=6640376223317997956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/6640376223317997956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/6640376223317997956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/11/food-waste-14-november-2008.html' title='Food Waste - 14 November 2008'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-2177494922833464187</id><published>2008-11-14T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:06:04.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography (I try)'/><title type='text'>Alma Maters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was recently on the campuses of my alma maters (yes, I have two) and was struck by God's beautiful world. So I dug up some photos from my college years:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oZzYk5dI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bAtBRRcW1m0/s1600-h/CIMG0331+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268693037825189330" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oZzYk5dI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bAtBRRcW1m0/s320/CIMG0331+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bells at Bethel Seminary &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oZ3bUsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JgldR59-9po/s1600-h/CIMG0072+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268693038910452098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oZ3bUsYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JgldR59-9po/s320/CIMG0072+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishing on Lake Valentine at Bethel University &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oZryo-eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xOl03lQ9yoA/s1600-h/CIMG0067+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268693035787024866" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oZryo-eI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xOl03lQ9yoA/s320/CIMG0067+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bethel Seminary playground &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oZpJNPWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6qSmdhH8m3s/s1600-h/CIMG0348+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268693035076369762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oZpJNPWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/6qSmdhH8m3s/s320/CIMG0348+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "new" dock on Lake Valentine at Bethel University &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oZTMnMlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Kio7j4_EVro/s1600-h/CIMG0344+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268693029185073746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oZTMnMlI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Kio7j4_EVro/s320/CIMG0344+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benson Great Hall at Bethel University&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(this looks way different now with the new construction) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oJ61WXEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nkEWHAf--Ec/s1600-h/CIMG0658+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268692764947012674" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oJ61WXEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nkEWHAf--Ec/s320/CIMG0658+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazareth tower at Northwestern College (yes, I've been up there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oJxQt5MI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3afw1s5g9cM/s1600-h/CIMG0667+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268692762377446594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oJxQt5MI/AAAAAAAAAE0/3afw1s5g9cM/s320/CIMG0667+(Small).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Island Chapel at Northwestern &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oJZRMs8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/g1QOazed0vA/s1600-h/CIMG0076+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268692755937014722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oJZRMs8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/g1QOazed0vA/s320/CIMG0076+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazareth Hall at Northwestern College &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oJD6-HmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/q0Rmmit6Jpw/s1600-h/CIMG0766+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268692750206639714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oJD6-HmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/q0Rmmit6Jpw/s320/CIMG0766+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nazareth Hall at Northwestern College &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oJCQ-kOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lIt-QXZ-S_c/s1600-h/CIMG0780+(Medium).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268692749762072802" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oJCQ-kOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/lIt-QXZ-S_c/s320/CIMG0780+(Medium).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the woods at Northwestern College&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you need more information on Northwestern's historical places, please visit:  &lt;a href="http://nwc.edu/display/4579"&gt;http://nwc.edu/display/4579&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-2177494922833464187?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/2177494922833464187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=2177494922833464187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2177494922833464187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2177494922833464187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/11/alma-maters.html' title='Alma Maters'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SR4oZzYk5dI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bAtBRRcW1m0/s72-c/CIMG0331+(Medium).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-2810177247760509265</id><published>2008-11-13T19:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:35:31.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health and Nutrition'/><title type='text'>Coffee Confusion</title><content type='html'>I've talked to a lot of people who are confused by iced coffee and cold-press coffee.  Many people think there is no difference, but there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iced Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Iced coffee (like McDonald's is becoming known for) is hot coffee with ice.  Really.  That's it.  Sometimes people add flavor or cream.  The coffee is made by running hot water through grounds just like people often make it at home or work.  It is quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold-Press Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Can you get cold-press coffee hot?  Actually, yes!  Cold-press is the brewing method.  When you make cold-press coffee, you pour coffee grounds and water into a container and let it sit for 8-12 hours.  Then you drain the liquid and dilute it 1 t0 4 with water (hot or cold).  That is how you make cold-press coffee.  Cold-press is less acidic and contains less caffeine than hot-brewed coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the recipe I use for cold-press:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 lb (about 2.5 cups) course ground coffee&lt;br /&gt;4 1/2 cups water&lt;br /&gt;Do not stir.  Let sit 8-12 hours.  You can use any container.  No need for anything fancy.&lt;br /&gt;Strain out the liquid (this can be tricky, but any coffee strainer or mesh strainer will do).  Dilute 1 to 3 or 4 with water (hot or cold).  I keep the concentrate in my fridge and measure out what I need every morning.  It takes up less space in the fridge and gives me the option of having it hot or cold.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-2810177247760509265?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/2810177247760509265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=2810177247760509265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2810177247760509265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2810177247760509265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/11/coffee-confusion.html' title='Coffee Confusion'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-7926746657190846265</id><published>2008-11-12T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:17:48.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fear of People</title><content type='html'>Ever since I was a child, I knew the feeling of fear.  Every night before I went to bed I would look down the street at my neighbor's mailbox and fear it was the boogie man.  It created a bizarre shadow that when mixed with the odd plant next to it created a very recognizable boogie man (well, in the eyes of a three-year-old).  I would stay up late at night in fear the boogie man would get me.  I would like to say I quickly grew out of my fear, but I didn't...my fears just changed.  Bombarded with hours and hours of watching Rescue 911 with my family, I quickly became afraid of people breaking into my house, fires, high cliffs, rabid animals, and random health issues.  As I watch the news, it makes me afraid of people who do random attacks.  So its no wonder I walk down the street fearing the worst in people.  You never know who to suspect.  You can't be too sure who to trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I grew up in a church that had a strong moto. "Ascribe infinite worth to everyone you meet".  Everyone, every person on the earth, has infinite worth to God.  God loves them so much He died for them!  They have unsurpassible, infinite worth to Him.  But still, when I hear a knock on the door, the adreneline pumps a bit, you hear about crazy people attacking this way.  When I hear someone yelling outside, I wonder what's wrong.  When I drive by a person begging on the side of the road, I or my passenger instinctly trigger the lock switch.  Why?  Why are we afraid of people?  In the Bible we learn, "In God I trust; I will not be afraid.  What can man do to me?" - Psalm 56:11.  So, when you hear a knock, open that door.  When you pass people in the mall, make eye contact.  Driving pass the beggar, send up a prayer.  Don't fear people and the possible harm they could do, welcome them into life.  We need each other in life.  We were created to do life together.  Invite people in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-7926746657190846265?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/7926746657190846265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=7926746657190846265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7926746657190846265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7926746657190846265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/11/fear-of-people.html' title='The Fear of People'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-5176510581052900331</id><published>2008-11-07T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:20:42.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving'/><title type='text'>Grocery Savings</title><content type='html'>I got some good deals at the grocery store today!  Sure, I clip coupons, but unlike &lt;a href="http://www.thefrugalgirl.com/"&gt;my cousin&lt;/a&gt;, I mostly forget to bring them to the store.  Also, I usually use the gift cards I buy from the Scrip program through our local private school so they get the 2% kick back (with no extra cost to me!).  This evening I had no coupons and forgot the Scrip card (I decided to go on my way home from work...cut across a few lanes to make this last minute decision :-) ).  Forgetting the card was no big deal since this month is 5% back from Discover which is more than the kick back they get from Scrip; so I can donate the 5% instead.  I was pleased to find soup on sale 4/$3.  Its not the best deal, but I wanted to buy a few anyways.  The jackpot was Kraft Mac and Cheese on sale for 50 cents a box!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I rarely see this name brand product at this deep of discount.  I bought 8 but am considering getting more since this is something I give my neighbors when they are out of food.  Not only did I hit the sale, get 5% back, but my grocery store Cub also gives out discount coupons for gas, so I got 4 cents off 12 gallons of gas, AND they are doing a holiday bucks program so I got $1 off my next purchase!  Cool!!!  Now I just have to remember to use them.  Candy was also on sale (post-Halloween) so I got some $1 bags (usually 2.89) for the office.  Apples and potatoes were also on sale.  On the bottom of my receipt it calculates my savings for me: $5.67, a savings of 14%!!!  I'm not quite the Frugal Girl, but its a savings!  I'm working on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-5176510581052900331?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/5176510581052900331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=5176510581052900331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5176510581052900331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5176510581052900331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/11/grocery-savings.html' title='Grocery Savings'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-7771982985171037374</id><published>2008-11-06T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:47:30.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fire</title><content type='html'>This week has been intense.  It hasn't been bad, stressful, or even busy, just intense (at least that's the closest word I came up with): work has been busy (which I like) as we have been short staffed (which I don't like), the political scene of our country has been intense, today I had a good talk with a friend about discipleship in churches that caused some deep thinking, and we had a fire in our building Monday night...er..Tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke at one a.m. to the sound of the smoke alarms going off in the building.  As freaked out as I was, I quickly determined my room did not feel warm and I saw no smoke.  "This could be a while," I thought as I pulled on some real clothes.  I wandered outside and saw no one.  A few minutes later two police officers came and asked if I knew who had called, I didn't.  I let them in the building as my neighbor ran out clutching her son and screaming.  The unit above hers was on fire and smoke was billowing down to her building.  We got away from the building and saw where the smoke was coming from.  Thick, black smoke was billowing from the fourth floor.  When I saw that, I knew this was for real and was scared.  I joined my neighbor across the street.  She was panicy and her son was cold.  The two of them were scared for their cat, but the mom reassured her son, "The people are safe and that's what's important".  She calmed down and I became her eyes (as she had no time to put her contacts in admist the rush).  With our street blocked off, the firefighters came with four fire engines, raised up the flood lights, and immersed us in a surreal, strobing daylight.  They drug a fire hose through our building, raised up ladders, and carried huge tools around.  My neighbor and I chatted about how thankful we were it was November and still a balmy 65 degrees out (even at 1am), how she could really use a light, and how the work day was going to be very tiring tomorrow.  (Evacuation are a great way to meet your neighbors.)  A while later, the landlord came and talked with my neighbor about how there might be damage to her unit.  They walked through it and found only a little water damage (and they found her cat :-) ).  The fire marshall told us we could go back in, but they would continue working in the building.  It was hard to sleep with the huge light still on and all the noise of the fans drying out our building.  The fire has changed my view on life.  I'm not sure how, I just feel I have a different perspective.  People seem more important.  Life seems shorter.  Stuff has lost all value.  Never once while sitting and watching the calamity did we talk about how we were going to miss this, that, or the other thing.  All she said about loss was "The people are safe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this week, I have started doing my devotional time more structured.  It is ramped up in intensity and I love it.  I have been thinking about surrender and found it drastically ironic that the day after I learn about surrender, our building is in flames (ok, it wasn't that bad).  It was almost as if God was saying, "Really?  Are you ready for an adventure?  Are you ready to give your all?"  Wow.  God is awesome.  And with me in my intense week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-7771982985171037374?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/7771982985171037374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=7771982985171037374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7771982985171037374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7771982985171037374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/11/fire.html' title='The Fire'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-9110729088102526747</id><published>2008-10-30T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:36:12.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health and Nutrition'/><title type='text'>Frugal Thoughts on Food</title><content type='html'>My cousin has a &lt;a href="http://www.thefrugalgirl.com/"&gt;blog about being frugal.&lt;/a&gt;  She is "The Frugal Girl".  She has taught me a lot as she goes about scrimping and saving with her family of six.  One thing she does weekly (or sort of weekly) is post her menu for the week along with spending on groceries and a food waste photo.  Being her cousin, I probably have some similar frugal gene in my DNA, so wanted to post some similar things, mostly for my own accountability (its more shocking to see it in print rather than bundled up in the garbage bag!).  My cousin and I live very differently (she has a husband and four kids at home while I have just me), but we are both savers.  Here are some of my frugal thoughts on food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCHES&lt;br /&gt;Most mornings I wake up and try to figure out what to pack for lunch in my half-awake state.  Usually, I opt for something not very exciting, something that is not a lunch, or nothing.  All three of these situations lead me to a lunch of Wendy's, McDonald's, or Panera.  All yummy, but none as healthy or inexpensive as a homemade lunch.  Here is what I figured out.  I thought through which lunches I actually eat, are easy to pack, quick to make, and leave few leftovers.  I came up with four completely do-able lunches:  Salad, Soup, Pasta, Meat, and eat out.  I left one day to eat out because I have some friends at work who like to eat out and didn't want to completely ban the practice.  Other weeks I figured I could use it as a leftover day (as will be the case tomorrow when I finish off the pizza I made tonight).  Its week one and so far so good.  I love having the simple options in the morning.  Much more managable.  It also helps me know what to buy at the store and keep my fridge stocked with things I know will get used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD WASTE&lt;br /&gt;My camera disappeared so I can't post a photo (which is good, saves me the embarrassment).  :-)  I finally cleaned out my fridge (it has been a few weeks).  I had a lot of molding/pre-molding food to throw out.  I went grocery shopping and went through a cooking frenzy right before I got sick (the kind where you shouldn't eat for a while).  Umm...  So, lots of food waste.  Fortunatly, I am now able to dump my compost at a friend's parent's house so some of it was composted:&lt;br /&gt;.buns (living alone, I have a hard time finishing a pack of these, I really should just buy them individually at the bakery)&lt;br /&gt;.peanut butter rice krispie bars&lt;br /&gt;.noodles (I made too many for lunch one morning, they wouldn't fit in the container, and they got left out in the rush)&lt;br /&gt;.2 remants of pasta sauce (I use the can stuff and it seems to sour after only a little time)&lt;br /&gt;.2 remnants of soup&lt;br /&gt;.rice (I cooked it wrong, so it was still hard, it never had a chance to be eaten)&lt;br /&gt;.lunch meat (another thing I can never get through living alone)&lt;br /&gt;.salad (this was my potluck item for small group. I ended up being sick and couldn't go)&lt;br /&gt;.meatballs and noodles (remants from my pre-sickness cooking frenzy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-9110729088102526747?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/9110729088102526747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=9110729088102526747' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/9110729088102526747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/9110729088102526747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/10/frugal-thoughts-on-food.html' title='Frugal Thoughts on Food'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-8240660249849823919</id><published>2008-09-17T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T06:50:06.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health and Nutrition'/><title type='text'>Amputate the Cell Phone</title><content type='html'>My internet went down last night and guess what...I survived!  I love not having internet.  In all practicality, I do need to use it frequently, but really there are ways around it.  I think this experiment Kare11 is doing with teens is interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kare11.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=524397&amp;amp;catid=2"&gt;http://www.kare11.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=524397&amp;amp;catid=2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-8240660249849823919?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/8240660249849823919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=8240660249849823919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/8240660249849823919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/8240660249849823919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/09/amputate-cell-phone.html' title='Amputate the Cell Phone'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-4391530222920999647</id><published>2008-09-12T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:39:18.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horray for Hypermilling'/><title type='text'>Hypermiling Update</title><content type='html'>On my quest for better gas mileage, I've been trying to use wise practices such as driving as if your car had no brakes (safely) called hypermiling.  I've been getting amazing results!  One fill up I even had over 400 miles to the tank and the warning light hadn't even come on yet!  This fill up I am disappointed by my 280 miles.  :-(  I will have to pay more attention when I am driving.  Fortunately, gas is down below $100 a barrel (though somehow still over $3 a gallon) and its 5% back month for gas on Discover, so I'm still saving in other ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was on my way home from work when my car started making a funny sound.  I drove it straight to the best auto repair place in the entire world, Petry's in White Bear!!!!  Seriously, the best!!!!  I explained to him my car was making a funny noise and I said, "It sounds like the tire is falling off."  He laughed and took it for a spin, brought it back, and put it up on the lift.  Guess what, my tire WAS falling off!  I was pleased to briefly consider myself an educated driver, but sad about the cost to repair the wheel bearing (but we later figured out my tire just wasn't screwed on tight enough and had rust in it, an easy and inexpensive repair!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-4391530222920999647?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/4391530222920999647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=4391530222920999647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/4391530222920999647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/4391530222920999647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/09/hypermiling-update.html' title='Hypermiling Update'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-2206657741403583642</id><published>2008-09-12T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:33:42.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>Like Ike?</title><content type='html'>Hurricane Ike has its eye on the great state of Texas.  Apparently everything is bigger there, even the hurricanes.  Even the evacuations are bigger (and disastrous).  Houston will not be evacuating this time around.  Under the impending doom of 2007's Hurricane Rita, Houston was evacuated and it was a disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's are hunkered down in their dorms waiting out Hurricane Ike.  One is in Waco and two are in Longview.  Apparently, they are both in the path.  The news feeds from Baylor and LeTourneau are very informative and somewhat unreal.  We don't have anything like hurricanes here.  We just don't.  Wrapped in with all the usual "stay away from windows, if there's an emergency call 911" warnings are the "make sure all electronic equipment is off the floor and covered by a plastic bag such as a garbage bag" and "we are turning the elevators off tonight, we don't want to risk anyone getting stuck if there is a power outage".  I giggle a little at these, they are just so far out of my realm of warnings.  Good luck, Texas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-2206657741403583642?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/2206657741403583642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=2206657741403583642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2206657741403583642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2206657741403583642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/09/like-ike.html' title='Like Ike?'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-2314939261853527884</id><published>2008-09-10T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:06:38.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><title type='text'>A Great Book, Yes, I Read A Book!</title><content type='html'>A book I read a while ago (in 2007) and keep coming back to is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Starbucks-Experience-Principles-Ordinary-Extraordinary/dp/0071477845/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1221098677&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Joseph Michelli's "The Starbucks Experience: 5 Principles for Turning Ordinary into Extraordinary"&lt;/a&gt;.  Apparently Michelli has come out with a new book analyzing the Ritz Carlson's 5 principles.  When I read the Starbucks book, I was the Early Childhood Ministries Director for a church.  I found this book to be very applicable!  In it, Michelli talks about giving people that personally touch, even quoting customer Devin Page as saying "Starbucks could very well operate without even selling coffee."  They are just that good at creating a welcoming, belonging experience.  Whatever business you are in, this book is a must read!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-2314939261853527884?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/2314939261853527884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=2314939261853527884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2314939261853527884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2314939261853527884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-book-yes-i-read-book.html' title='A Great Book, Yes, I Read A Book!'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-1301875630773043140</id><published>2008-09-10T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T06:54:45.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystery Box'/><title type='text'>Hey, Where'd My Pen Go?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever dropped something and never found it again, wondering how that could be?  Perhaps its due to a small black hole created by this machine: I recently read this &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24556999/"&gt;article about the Large Hydron Collider&lt;/a&gt;.  Apparently there is concern about this machine, whether it will destroy the planet through the black holes it could create, and what the practical benefit to every day life is.  Its a little sci-fi to think black holes could possibly (but probably not) be part of our everyday life.  It seems quite humorous!  I can just see my children fighting "Mom!  He threw my doll in the black hole again!"  This could be the new "death penalty"...just throw them in the black hole!  Murder mysteries would get really weird as criminals could easily do away with the evidence.  But before we get all weirded out by black holes and such, this statement in the article struck me, "Some theorists say the idea would explain why gravity is so much weaker than the universe's other fundamental forces — for example, why a simple magnet can match the entire Earth's gravitational force pulling on a paper clip. "  Amazing!  Our earth with its amazing pull to keep you and me stuck to the earth and cause things to fall towards it can be interrupted by a single magnet!  I feel a Mystery Box coming up!!!  In the Bible, Jesus says, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain be moved and it will move.  A magnet is kind of like our modern day mustard seed.  If you have faith as small as a magnet, you can say to this paper clip, be moved and your little faith can overpower the earth's gravitational pull and change the forces surrounding the magnet!  Its amazing!  What an amazing little object.  I'm continually in awe of God and the magnificent world He created.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-1301875630773043140?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/1301875630773043140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=1301875630773043140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1301875630773043140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1301875630773043140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-whered-my-pen-go.html' title='Hey, Where&apos;d My Pen Go?'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-8279708971781736065</id><published>2008-09-09T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T07:00:03.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health and Nutrition'/><title type='text'>Cold Press Coffee</title><content type='html'>On Sunday I bought some supplies for cold press coffee: 1 lb of coffee, flavored creamer, and french press.  I already had a large bowl and a pitcher.  Here's what I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pour 1/2 lb coffee in bowl&lt;br /&gt;pour 4 1/2 cups of cold water over coffee&lt;br /&gt;set in fridge for 8-12 hours&lt;br /&gt;take coffee sludge out of fridge and pour into french press (it was around 3 cups now)&lt;br /&gt;slowly press the coffee (to strain out the grit) you could use a paper filter or something else too&lt;br /&gt;pour liquid into pitcher&lt;br /&gt;store in fridge up to a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to drink: DILUTE coffee mixture 1 to 4 (I do 1/4 cup coffee liquid with 1 cup water and a splash of creamer)  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, with my purchases, the coffee was $30 (20 for the french press, 10 for 1/2 lb coffee) to make.  Since it makes 3 cups, that is $10 per cup!!!!  But using 1/4 cup per glass, that is about 2.50 per glass...it costs a little more than Caribou at the moment, but after I get through this batch, the french press will have paid for itself (I know if I were a real accountant I would figure out the lifespan of the press and divide the cost equally among all cups of coffee it will make to give a more accurate price, but whatever) and I will only have to buy the coffee at $18/lb (9 cups) bringing the cost down to $2/cup and .50/glass (way cheaper than Caribou)!!!  And I could always buy cheaper coffee to bring my costs way down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-8279708971781736065?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/8279708971781736065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=8279708971781736065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/8279708971781736065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/8279708971781736065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/09/cold-press-coffee.html' title='Cold Press Coffee'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-165566979896621983</id><published>2008-09-07T12:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:54:35.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health and Nutrition'/><title type='text'>Adventures in Cold-Press</title><content type='html'>I am loving Caribou's cold press coffee!  It is so yummy!  I've decided to try and make it at home.  First, you made some sludge (its in the fridge now...stays there for 8 hours).  Then you filter it and dilute it.  And voila, cold press coffee!  Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-165566979896621983?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/165566979896621983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=165566979896621983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/165566979896621983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/165566979896621983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/09/adventures-in-cold-press.html' title='Adventures in Cold-Press'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-2930063468733958043</id><published>2008-09-07T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:42:37.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>New Blog - Church Quest</title><content type='html'>I haven't been to church all summer (shameful I know).  Also, this is the first fall in five years I have not been working at a church.  So I thought I'd go out and see the body of Christ in different forms all over the metro!  &lt;a href="http://churchq.blogspot.com/"&gt;Join the journey here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-2930063468733958043?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/2930063468733958043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=2930063468733958043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2930063468733958043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2930063468733958043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-blog-church-quest.html' title='New Blog - Church Quest'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-2157310254385051998</id><published>2008-09-03T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:34:27.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health and Nutrition'/><title type='text'>Starbucks Rolls Out New Breakfast Menu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SL86-GPVjsI/AAAAAAAAACc/YJyorkPNqbw/s1600-h/CIMG6430+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SL86-GPVjsI/AAAAAAAAACc/YJyorkPNqbw/s320/CIMG6430+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241973329783787202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/aboutus/pressdesc.asp?id=895"&gt;http://www.starbucks.com/aboutus/pressdesc.asp?id=895&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like Starbucks is continuing its re-imaging.  I've always appreciated Starbucks (read The Starbucks Experience...its a great book).  Being a coffee fan, I've been to my fair share of Caribous and Starbucks (even overseas).  Starbucks' food is far better than Caribou's.  Caribou recently rolled out a pretty tasty cinnamon-sugar doughnut, but its not my favorite and with its low health value, I'm unimpressed.  About a year and a half ago Caribou re-did their food.  This made their muffins smaller and not as tasty.  My friend's 8-year-old daughter and I recently splurged on a choclate chunk cookie at Caribou and ended up throwing most of it away due to its taste!  Starbucks' apple fritters, cinnamon rolls, and croissants (at least in Ireland), though unhealthy, are really yummy!  So, Starbucks wins.  I'm very delighted with their new menu.  I love having healthy options to go with coffee (which, being a mocha, is unhealthy and needs something to balance it).  I would much rather have a berry stella or bowl of oatmeal to go with my coffee as I would make when I have coffee at home.  Now, don't get me wrong, I rarely eat breakfast at Starbucks, but this will be a nice option for when I go there with friends and would like something more than a cup of coffee or a light meal (coffee and a bite fills me enough).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-2157310254385051998?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/2157310254385051998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=2157310254385051998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2157310254385051998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2157310254385051998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/09/starbucks-rolls-out-new-breakfast-menu.html' title='Starbucks Rolls Out New Breakfast Menu'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SL86-GPVjsI/AAAAAAAAACc/YJyorkPNqbw/s72-c/CIMG6430+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-4582025420542055417</id><published>2008-08-27T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T05:24:57.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away!</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to the booming of thunder!  My first thought was, "oh no!  Its Welcome Week!"  We are on the brink of Welcome Week at Bethel University.  TODAY begins the amazing phenomenon of freshman move-in!  Freshman move-in days at Bethel are a spectacle to see!  You pull up, are greeted by the president of the university, are directed towards your dorm where you park and are mobbed by loads and loads of volunteer movers (upperclassmen).  They move all you stuff into your room (usually the right one) before you can blink!  It is utterly amazing!  But rain makes it not as fun, gives the day a little gloom, and probably makes it a little harder for the already weary and emotional parents and students.  Please help me pray away the rain!  We need it to be sunny today and tomorrow (at least until 2 I think. :-) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-4582025420542055417?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/4582025420542055417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=4582025420542055417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/4582025420542055417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/4582025420542055417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away!'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-1548838065598903754</id><published>2008-08-21T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T11:19:12.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Surrender</title><content type='html'>Why is it so hard to surrender to God? Why is it so hard to follow the path He has laid out for us? Surrender should be so easy! All we have to do is open our hands and let God do His work. Why does it hurt sometimes? I've seen God lay things right in my lap and I don't know what to do! Its so easy, just let God do His work! He is God. He is Powerful. We plan and worry til we drive ourselves crazy only to find something completely different we could have never planned that God has for us.  Just think of the story of Jonah.  God told him, "Go to Nineveh".  How hard would that have been?  Yet, Jonah raised a fuss and...you can read the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-1548838065598903754?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/1548838065598903754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=1548838065598903754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1548838065598903754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1548838065598903754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/08/surrender.html' title='Surrender'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-7098986961769566491</id><published>2008-08-19T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:40:59.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Finally Photos</title><content type='html'>So, I narrowed my 395 photos down to a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=29706&amp;amp;l=71709&amp;amp;id=503252366"&gt;measly 49&lt;/a&gt;!  Enjoy.  &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=29706&amp;amp;l=71709&amp;amp;id=503252366"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-7098986961769566491?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/7098986961769566491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=7098986961769566491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7098986961769566491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7098986961769566491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-photos.html' title='Finally Photos'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-6812173609338960570</id><published>2008-08-17T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:29:10.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>That's Going to Be A Nightmare...That's Just Our Policy</title><content type='html'>I love Brian Regan's quote when talking about customer service "That's going to be a nightmare.  That's just our policy!"  Let me start out by saying that Ireland was great!!!  I loved it!!!  It was so much fun to explore and visit and make new friends.  Photos coming soon.  Getting there and back however was not great AT ALL!!!  Let me draw it out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were scheduled to leave August 2 MSP to JFK to DUB&lt;br /&gt;Our MSP to JFK flight was cancelled due to rain&lt;br /&gt;So, after 4 hours on the phone, a rush to the airport, and 4 hours of running back and forth between ticket counters (I won't elaborate as to why) we got booked for a flight the next day through Atlanta.  We arrived at DUB 24 hours later than expected and went through Atlanta not JFK but we and a bunch of other interrupted travel people got First Class from Atlanta to Dublin, so that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were schedule to come home August 16 DUB to JFK to MSP&lt;br /&gt;Our DUB to JFK flight was delayed 5 hours because the JFK to DUB flight our plane was making was delayed leaving JFK 5 hours again due to rain.  So, we checked in, collected our food vouchers, hung out at Starbucks, met some neat Irish people, and 5 hours later boarded our flight.  We were scheduled to make our connection if we landed on time.  We landed on time but sat on the tarmack for a good half hour or so and missed our flight to MSP.  We wandered around JFK because it is HUGE and poorly marked and the staff is of little help (told us to walk to terminal 4 when a very helpful man later told us to ride the tram!!!).  We found our ticket counter and the ticket agent told us all the flights were booked, but told us the times for the next day and gave us a hotel and food voucher (again).  We went to the Ramada bus pick up area.  The bus came and had a fender bender with the Holiday Inn van so we had to wait for another Ramada bus!  Then we spent the night (a whole 9 hours of it) in Ramada Plaza Inn at JFK and left 5:30 am to check in for standby for the 8:00 am flight to MSP!  We sat and sat and sat and I almost threw up from stress!  Then, the agent called our names!!!!!!  We made the flight!!!  We were soooooo happy!!!!!!!!!!!  Horray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, out of our four originally scheduled flights we flew ONE of our flight numbers and NONE of the times.  So so so frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are home!  I miss Ireland, but am glad to not be at JFK anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-6812173609338960570?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/6812173609338960570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=6812173609338960570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/6812173609338960570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/6812173609338960570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/08/thats-going-to-be-nightmarethats-just.html' title='That&apos;s Going to Be A Nightmare...That&apos;s Just Our Policy'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-2042949971842572742</id><published>2008-08-09T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:16:44.417-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Ireland - Part 2</title><content type='html'>It has been raining loads and loads!!!  We have even had thunderstorms (odd for Ireland).  Usually it rains for 20 minutes and is done for the day.  Ethan frequently exclaims, "I con not bewieve it!" and everything Caiden does is "more than I've ever been" as in "my feet hurt more than they've ever been!" or "I'm hungrier than I've ever been in my life!"  So funny!  In a few days the crew comes home from conference and we will get to do some more touring (not that the Kildare Play Zone and Maynooth Spar haven't been grand)!  Tomorrow Erin and I will minister to the neighbors the best we know how (by making them chocolate chip cookies).  Unfortunately, there are no semi-sweet chocolates in Ireland and the Irish know little of soft cookies (their "biscuits" are usually rather hard and crunchy).  So we make these every year and they love them!!!  Well, I'm off to watch Failtre (full chur) Towers...an Irish show with pseudo celebrities running a hotel and one by one they get kicked off (Erin and I are curious how long it will be until we have it in the U.S.).  Its the best we could find. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-2042949971842572742?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/2042949971842572742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=2042949971842572742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2042949971842572742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2042949971842572742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/08/ireland-part-2.html' title='Ireland - Part 2'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-123948538706266731</id><published>2008-08-06T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:32:15.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Ireland - Part 1</title><content type='html'>After a canceled flight and a bump to first class to make up for it :-)  we've finally arrived in Ireland!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having fun.  At 5 and 3 years old, the boys are so sweet and funny.  They even have accents.  Yesterday morning, we were chatting about various things in the kitchen and they boys yelled "let's make gingerbread!" and we said, "um, maybe later.  I'm not sure we have everything for that" and they replied "well, we have bread!"  :-)  Ha ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-123948538706266731?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/123948538706266731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=123948538706266731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/123948538706266731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/123948538706266731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/08/ireland-part-1.html' title='Ireland - Part 1'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-317552983557226199</id><published>2008-08-02T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T16:48:14.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Dress Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>Our flight to New York (to continue to Dublin) was cancelled today due to rain.  So, after 3 hours on the phone (mostly on hold), a rush to the airport (they told us we were on a flight leaving for France soon), and 3 more hours at the airport being tossed from airline counter to airline counter (flight confirmed to Chicago, bags checked, flights Chi-town to Dublin oversold so unschedule flight, find bags) they informed us we will have to leave tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will have 4 hours in Atlanta.  Upon checking out the airport website I am please to learn they have a Starbucks (though I doubt we'll need that) and a family favorite...Chick-fil-a!!!!!!  Plus Coca-Cola is made in Atlanta.  So being more stressed than I have in about a year, I am excited for these little things!!!  Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-317552983557226199?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/317552983557226199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=317552983557226199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/317552983557226199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/317552983557226199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/08/dress-rehearsal.html' title='Dress Rehearsal'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-202400689945870547</id><published>2008-07-31T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T18:26:43.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Oh How He Loves Us!</title><content type='html'>I'll be lazy with this post. Its a video from YouTube. My laziness is due to pantry bugs I had this past week mixed with the prep for my trip. Fortunately, these are not a sign of my inability to clean but rather due to an infected item from the grocer that was not consumed before the eggs could hatch (eewwwww!!!). Plus I'm packing for my trip (or putting it off since I appear to be Blogging :-) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't my favorite song, I think the singer is terrible (she reminds me of Amy Winehouse -eyes roll in disgust!-) but I think the imagery of the words is interestingly different to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoC1ec-lYps&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoC1ec-lYps&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further reading, you can check out &lt;a href="http://matthewkowalski.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-he-loves.html"&gt;Matt's thoughts on it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;a href="http://firstlutheranproduction.wordpress.com/2008/06/08/great-song/"&gt;Taylor wrote about it too&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-202400689945870547?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/202400689945870547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=202400689945870547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/202400689945870547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/202400689945870547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-how-he-loves-us.html' title='Oh How He Loves Us!'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-6910978496457174217</id><published>2008-07-29T06:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T06:47:50.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church and Coffee</title><content type='html'>I've been reading a book (shocker I know) titled "Jim and Casper Go to Church".  It is about a Christian (Jim) and an atheist (Casper) who visit various churches large and small across the nation.  It is interesting to read their dialog and I suggest you pick up the book (I found it at my local library).  Casper's comments can be boiled down to two main thoughts: If the church is so different, why does it look like the world (they visit a church that plays U2 songs and go to worship where the musicians look like American Idol stars) and If the church's message is so special why is it watered down (why, when the pastor could be talking about God and the life changes that come with a relationship with the creator of the Universe is he/she giving us self help tips?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had a strange experience.  On my way to work, I stopped at the local coffee shop.  I parked my car and got out to walk to the store.  While I was walking in, a guy waved at me and smiled.  It felt like walking in to church almost.  Then it struck me, the coffee shop is a similar experience to church.  Some days I recognize more people at the coffee shop than I do at church!  The barista even knows some of our names (unlike some pastors).  Maybe we could even bring a speaker on how to be a better co-worker (a "sermon" I actually heard at a local megachurch).  Ta da!  Church!  I got my coffee and headed to work.  On my drive I realized, this morning coffee shop interaction might be the friendliest and maybe even only interaction some people get all day.  Upon leaving the coffee shop they are destined to sit at their computers for hours on end leaving only to attend mundane meetings (where they are probably yet again in front of their laptops).  This morning coffee ritual is more than just coffee, its interaction, maybe even community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-6910978496457174217?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/6910978496457174217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=6910978496457174217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/6910978496457174217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/6910978496457174217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/07/church-and-coffee.html' title='Church and Coffee'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-6041113052348987568</id><published>2008-07-23T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:00:02.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health and Nutrition'/><title type='text'>More Coffee Discoveries</title><content type='html'>Some mornings I would like a coffee but don't want to stop on my way to work, so I grab one of the bottled Frappuccinos I buy at the store.  At a mere 9.5 oz I often thought this was a healthier, smaller version of the cafe drinks.  Boy was I wrong!!!  The other morning I was drinking on and thought to read the label.  At 180 calories, 30 fat, 16 chol, 95 sodium, and 20 calcium, it is simply a more condensed version of the others!  It also made me think, things that need to be preserved longer usually have more sodium.  This could be why the bottled drinks and McDonalds (not really being a cafe) have such a high sodium count.  They are created to sit on the shelf a little longer than their Caribou and Starbucks counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand: Carib McD Starbucks Frappuccino 9.5 oz&lt;br /&gt;Calories 190 190 150 180&lt;br /&gt;Fat cont 30 90 40 30&lt;br /&gt;Choleste 10 35 10 15&lt;br /&gt;Sodiums 70 95 60 95&lt;br /&gt;Sugars 34 19 20 31&lt;br /&gt;Calcium 10% 20% 20% 20%&lt;br /&gt;Caffeine 180 NA 95 NA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-6041113052348987568?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/6041113052348987568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=6041113052348987568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/6041113052348987568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/6041113052348987568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-coffee-discoveries.html' title='More Coffee Discoveries'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-8426501421970411028</id><published>2008-07-21T07:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:10:50.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystery Box'/><title type='text'>Risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SISdhbQEygI/AAAAAAAAACU/JVVdLQPRThc/s1600-h/cabina072008-01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SISdhbQEygI/AAAAAAAAACU/JVVdLQPRThc/s320/cabina072008-01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225474665233041922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A ship at harbor is safe, but that's not what ships were built for..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening the mystery box yesterday morning, I saw our cabin and the many activities we do there. It got me to thinking...some days at the cabin I prefer to relax and pretend to be reading or tanning.  Other days (like yesterday) I prefer to be on the boat and let my semi-athletic side show. Yesterday I waterskiied for the second time in my life! I got some mileage this time which was good. Later I went again, this time going in and out of the wake, something I never thought I'd be able to do! Then, on the next round, I surprised everyone (except myself). While floating in the water getting ready to go, I check to see which ski was for saloming (skiing on one ski). I got up, went in and out of the wake, and the dropped one!!! I stayed up for a few feet, but then bit it. Bummer. While skiing, thoughts would flash through my brain...memories of injuries I've heard of or my friends have done, but I had to push those aside.  Today I woke up sore, but have determined, it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skiing is kind of like taking risks in life.  You might be constantly thinking of the bad things that could happen, but you have to focus on and maybe even emphasize the good!  And yes, sometimes things go wrong or hurt.  You could sit in your house and never do anything.  You'd probably be safer, but you'd miss out on so much.  Plus sitting in your house is not what God made you for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-8426501421970411028?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/8426501421970411028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=8426501421970411028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/8426501421970411028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/8426501421970411028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/07/risk.html' title='Risk'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SISdhbQEygI/AAAAAAAAACU/JVVdLQPRThc/s72-c/cabina072008-01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-2919781372572551879</id><published>2008-07-16T07:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:56:02.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystery Box'/><title type='text'>Life is like a box...a Mystery Box</title><content type='html'>Every summer my old church has a tradition where a child is given a box to be filled with an item and brought back the next Sunday to be the topic of the children's sermon.  The pastor calls the children up for the children's sermon and opens the box for the first time in front of everyone.  He or she must then give a short object lesson on the surprise item.  Sometimes it is easy (like when I graciously filled the box with Life Savers for the first mystery box of the summer) and sometimes it is hard (like when a child brings their beloved stuffed lizard toy...at least I think it was a lizard?).  It is amazing what everyday items can teach us about God and His love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I realized that life is like a mystery box...similar to the box of chocolates talked about in Forrest Gump, you never know what you are going to get, but you know that through it you can learn something about God.  Every morning as we open our eyes, we open our mystery box to see the items God has placed for us to figure out more about Him.  Its a surprise and just like my church's box, it can be a slam dunk to see God or very difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mystery box today contained tires.  Slowly, over time, my steering wheel has begun shaking at high speeds.  At first it only shook a little and only when I was speeding :-/  But recently it has started shaking significantly and most of my highway time.  So I though I'd get it checked out.  The mechanic knew right away it was probably a balance issue and he was right.  My tires were off by 1 ounce and 1/2 ounce!  It is amazing what little weight made such a big difference in my driving.  So, what did I learn about God?  Well, sin creeps into our lives slowly over time.  At first it might not seem like a big deal, but all of the sudden we realize it has affected our lives more than we thought!  We need to get re-balanced with God.  Even a little sin can throw off our balance and make a huge difference.  The funny thing is, now that my tires are re-balanced and corrected, I realize what great driving I was missing out on!  My ride is so smooth now!  Only when we look to the correct way and our Pure God do we realize how off our balance is!  We realize what we're missing out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its interesting to note, my drive became smoother because my tires were balanced, but its still not always easy to drive.  I still have to avoid pot holes, inattentive drivers, and you never know what else might be on the road.  Its similar to when people become Christ followers.  Some people think if you follow Christ your life will become easy..."easy" by the worlds standards.  It just becomes easier in the way having my tires balanced makes driving easier.  I still have to deal with the crap on the road and Christians still have to deal with the crap that comes with life, but being in balance, being a Christian gives one a "comforter".  It is easier, not by the world's standards, but in a different way.  More later maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-2919781372572551879?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/2919781372572551879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=2919781372572551879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2919781372572551879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/2919781372572551879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-like-boxa-mystery-box.html' title='Life is like a box...a Mystery Box'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-4065177091907759777</id><published>2008-07-14T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:10:50.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>August = Ireland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SHtgiGv1LlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xSaaiqlZ_jk/s1600-h/ACIMG2950+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SHtgiGv1LlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xSaaiqlZ_jk/s320/ACIMG2950+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222874331909271122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, its almost August!!!  I love August because it means I get to see the Covells!  The Covells were my college and career group leaders when I was in school.  Now, two kids later, they are missionaries in Ireland.  Three years ago, Jon and Stacey (Covell) put out a request in their support letter mentioning they needed someone to watch their boys while they were at their yearly missionary conference.  This was all very last minute, but I decided to go and Erin agreed to go with me!  We bought our tickets at the end of June and headed over to Ireland in August!  The boys are great!  They were 8 months and 2 then.  Now they are 3 and 4 years old (no more nappies-diapers)!!!  So big!  We went two years in a row and then last year the Covells came here on furlough.  This year we get to go back again!  They have a new house this year.  I am so excited.  My favorite thing about visiting them is hanging out in their neighborhood.  We make fast friends with everyone there because we bring American Chocolate Chip Cookies, something they are unfamiliar with there but love!  We walk to the market every day (we even tried not to one day, but ended up having to go buy wipes) and walk by roundabouts.  So fun!  :-)  Another highlight was two years&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SHtkHadikaI/AAAAAAAAACE/fJEPc7GGL4o/s1600-h/ACIMG2991-Galway+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SHtkHadikaI/AAAAAAAAACE/fJEPc7GGL4o/s320/ACIMG2991-Galway+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222878271391306146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ago.  We got to see Brandon and Kristy coming to Ireland to become missionaries.  Usually we see the state site of things: the commissionings, the farewell dinners, and the fundraising.  It was interesting to see them go through the process of buying a car, finding a house, and being completely jetlag and exhausted!!!!!  We will be gone two weeks, most of the time watching the boys and the rest of the time touring Ireland!!!  Touring is fun.  We have visited Dublin (we visited Christ Church where Handel's Messiah was first played), Trim Castle (built in 700 A.D.), Galway, and Kilkenney.  We just hop a train from their house to Dublin and can go anywhere from Dublin by bus.  Even Galway (on the other side of the country) is only a 3 hour ride.  This year we might visit the Guiness Factory since we haven't done that yet and go on an overnight trip with Stacey.  This will be our first year transferring in New York!!!  We try to transfer in Chicago (I've done international flights through there many times so customs is familiar), but it was not doable with this year's prices.  I am a little nervous about the big unfamiliar airport, but we're adventurous and will be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-4065177091907759777?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/4065177091907759777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=4065177091907759777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/4065177091907759777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/4065177091907759777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/07/august-ireland.html' title='August = Ireland'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SHtgiGv1LlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xSaaiqlZ_jk/s72-c/ACIMG2950+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-5482742067240534501</id><published>2008-07-11T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T20:35:20.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horray for Hypermilling'/><title type='text'>Creating Commuter Chaos</title><content type='html'>While driving in traffic this morning I was once again considering &lt;a href="http://amasci.com/amateur/traffic/trafexp.html"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;  I've come to greatly enjoy coasting my way through traffic (not using the gas or breaks when there is traffic), the great gas mileage it is giving me, and the patience I've obtained (it is easier to be patient when you're moving...no matter how slow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I had a cynical idea.  Could one use the same theory to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;create&lt;/span&gt; a traffic jam?  Could one create a jam of rush hour proportions?  I guess if you got your buddies together and formed a "wall" across the highway this would work, but could one car cause it?  I'm guessing yes.  We've seen the minor jams before when someone is moving incredibly slow.  I'm guessing you could bottleneck traffic by moving 40-45 mph in one highway lane requiring everyone to pass you in the remaining lane(s).  This alone, on a busy enough highway, could possibly create a jam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-5482742067240534501?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/5482742067240534501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=5482742067240534501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5482742067240534501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5482742067240534501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/07/while-driving-in-traffic-this-morning-i.html' title='Creating Commuter Chaos'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-8449867030517025834</id><published>2008-07-07T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:46:59.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Health and Nutrition'/><title type='text'>Comparing Coffees</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite summer treats is the iced mocha.  I like it from pretty much anywhere.  With McDonald's joining the coffee market at a dollar cheaper than the usual coffee places, I decided to see how they compare.  All are 12 oz iced mochas with 2% milk and no whip cream.  Here's what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand: Carib McD Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;Calories 190 190 150&lt;br /&gt;Fat cont 30 90 40&lt;br /&gt;Choleste 10 35 10&lt;br /&gt;Sodiums 70 95 60&lt;br /&gt;Sugars 34 19 20&lt;br /&gt;Calcium 10% 20% 20%&lt;br /&gt;Caffeine 180 NA 95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;McCafe is the worst by far save sugars.  But the degree to which is outranks its competitors in other categories makes sugars meaningless.  The fat and sodium contents alone are enough to make me run away!  Plus, though the taste is comparable, it is my least favorite.  The benefit of McCafe is the price.  At a dollar less than the competition, it might be worth it.  Plus, I can walk to McDonald's, burning 120 calories round trip, leaving 70 to shed off later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caribou is my favorite by taste.  With its numbers being close to Starbucks' low ones, I am not running away from Caribou yet.  The caffeine is what astounds me the most as Starbucks has always struck me as stronger.  While Caribou is pricier than McDonalds, they do send out coupons frequently.  Another disadvantage is I can't readily walk to Caribou the way I can McDonald's and Starbucks.  Though, if I did walk, I would more than burn off my mocha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks mocha has a good flavor.  It is very rich and tastes like it would be the worst nutrition wise.  I am surprised it ranks lowest of the three in many categories!  The price is what gets me.  This is the most expensive of the three drinks, but I can get gift cards from my favorite non-profit and they get 7%, so I can justify the occasional splurge.  Walking to Starbucks I burn 149 calories!  Perfect for indulging in the mocha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking it all over, I realize this little indulgence counts for 10% of ones caloric intake for the day!  No matter who has the best one, it is still an indulgence and money spent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-8449867030517025834?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/8449867030517025834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=8449867030517025834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/8449867030517025834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/8449867030517025834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/07/comparing-coffees.html' title='Comparing Coffees'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-8037816225743931419</id><published>2008-07-06T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:10:50.566-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><title type='text'>My Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SHFpk3wY1FI/AAAAAAAAABE/Olrti8BgzOE/s1600-h/CIMG5953+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SHFpk3wY1FI/AAAAAAAAABE/Olrti8BgzOE/s320/CIMG5953+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220069525262226514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite things about where I live is my balcony.  It is a fairly large balcony.  I have a table and chairs out there, perfect for reading or dining.  It faces south so gets great sun all day.  Some of my neighbors have gardens in a plot out back, but my landlord didn't expand it this year, so since I didn't have one last year I'm out of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SHFqvQIGMqI/AAAAAAAAABU/As6Do1SG2iA/s1600-h/CIMG6000+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SHFqvQIGMqI/AAAAAAAAABU/As6Do1SG2iA/s320/CIMG6000+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220070803114439330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year my friend Kari and I went to Wal-Mart to pick up some things for her job.  We noticed the plants were being dropped off right then and looked very healthy (especially for their inexpensive price).  I picked up chives, strawberries, basil, and a tomato plant.  I wasn't expecting much from these little plants, but they've grown and just this week the strawberry and tomato plants are flowering with fruit expected soon!  I can't wait!  There is nothing like eating food you grew right in your own garden.  I'm also surprised they did so well growing on a balcony!  Horray!  I'm excited.  My next adventure will be to compost my own dirt this winter.  That may prove tricky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-8037816225743931419?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/8037816225743931419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=8037816225743931419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/8037816225743931419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/8037816225743931419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-garden.html' title='My Garden'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SHFpk3wY1FI/AAAAAAAAABE/Olrti8BgzOE/s72-c/CIMG5953+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-6365549883220589942</id><published>2008-06-30T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:29:23.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxes</title><content type='html'>I hate the Twins!  They don't win and have no good players.  Yet for some reason Minneapolis agreed to let them build a new ballpark ON MY DOLLAR!  If they wanted it bad enough they should have gotten it privately funded and chipped in a percent of their own million dollar a year salaries.  Instead they had to raise my taxes (I lived in Hennepin County at the time).  Because of this, St Bonefacious is trying to be annexed off to the next county over.  They are miles away and will  not benefit from the stadium, yet are being taxed for it.  Also, who goes to the games?  It is not just people from Hennepin County.  People from across the metro will come to these games tax free.  I don't care that it is .0125%, it is still a tax and still higher.  They won't lower it when the stadium is funded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrow &lt;a href="http://wcco.com/local/transit.sales.tax.2.760176.html"&gt;we get our taxes raised again&lt;/a&gt;.  This time for public transportation and who knows what else they added to that bill!  Look out!  The only way around it is to buy non-taxable items or shop a few counties over.  I bet the people way out in Lindstrom are happy they are going to be paying taxes for city buses that go no where near them...or not!  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-6365549883220589942?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/6365549883220589942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=6365549883220589942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/6365549883220589942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/6365549883220589942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/06/taxes.html' title='Taxes'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-4084533574343130620</id><published>2008-06-30T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:18:16.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Calm</title><content type='html'>I've had a calm weekend.  I started off with a prayer vigil at the church down the road.  I have a hard time focusing when I pray and find some of the Lutheran prayers guiding and focusing.  At the prayer vigil there were various stations about repenting, forgiving, worshiping, surrendering, praising, seeing people through God's eyes, etc.  It was good to be so focused yet have many things to focus on.  It was projected to take 15 minutes to get through the things, but it took me an hour.  This isn't because I'm slow or super holy, it was just so calm that there was no rush!  It is so nice to simply sit, kneel, lay down, and rest in calm!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Farmer's Market, also calm.  I love the beautiful flowers, plants, and foods!  It reminds me of God's unique beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then church: a beautiful sermon about the Fire of God.  You can check it out at www.whchurch.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-4084533574343130620?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/4084533574343130620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=4084533574343130620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/4084533574343130620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/4084533574343130620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/06/calm.html' title='Calm'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-832480248900805394</id><published>2008-06-26T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:29:37.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuff Stuff Debutes</title><content type='html'>My youth pastor friend just started a great blog.  It is called "Ask the Tuff Stuff".  There are surveys about hot topics which are discussed after the poll closes.  It is geared towards youth and their parents.  If you have a tuff question, you can email him and it will stay anonymous.  Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://askthetuffstuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://askthetuffstuff.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-832480248900805394?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/832480248900805394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=832480248900805394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/832480248900805394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/832480248900805394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/06/tuff-stuff-debutes.html' title='Tuff Stuff Debutes'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-5168289235053921629</id><published>2008-06-25T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:52:20.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>There is Hope!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so a more cheery post than last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the church is not the hope of the world. That's alright. We understand the hope of the world is God. However, we cannot deny that God is using churches large, small, and in between in more powerful ways than one could ever imagine. I've been blessed to work at four of them and volunteered at many more!!! Though the church may not be the hope of the world, it carries a great burden of hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard the wildly famous "If we are the body" song Casting Crowns sings? " But if we are the Body, Why aren't His arms reaching, Why aren't His hands healing, Why aren't His words teaching, And if we are the Body, Why aren't His feet going, Why is His love not showing them there is a way". I had a co-worker at one of the churches I worked at who had trouble with this song. She said it seemed to assume we were just lazily sitting on our couches doing nothing when the truth is God IS healing, His arms ARE reaching, His words ARE teaching! God is using the body! Could we do better? Sure, always. But we can't deny the power of God working through the church (defined as the body of Christ followers).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-5168289235053921629?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/5168289235053921629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=5168289235053921629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5168289235053921629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5168289235053921629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-is-hope.html' title='There is Hope!!!'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-5536794701809094982</id><published>2008-06-24T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:11:56.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>The Hope of the World is...</title><content type='html'>I've heard a well known pastor and many pastors who emulate him say several times "The church is the hope of the world."  Every time I hear this, I cringe.  If you've spent any amount of time in the church or read the news, you know the church is flawed!  You know it is not perfect!  Just look at all the polls and surveys.  It is said over and over that there is little evidence to show a difference between those who claim to be Christians and those who do not.  This is why I cringe.  I can't agree with the statement at all!  To place the hope of the world in the church as we know it would be stupid!  The church is made up of people: flawed, fallen, easily tempted, led away people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A statement I could agree with is this, "Jesus is the hope of the world".  I think this is what this well known pastor and his grrrr followers mean, but I wish they would say it that way.  Jesus is the hope of the world and USES the church (defined as God's people).  The church (defined as a building with staff and attenders) is not in and of itself the hope of the world (and I wish they would stop saying it that way!!!).  God, as the head of the church, working through the church is the hope of the world.  But God is not contained solely in the church.  God is at the bar, God is at the mall, God is on the fishing boat, God is in the care, God is everywhere and therefore His hope is everywhere.  The hope of the world is not locked in a church building, it is here and there and everywhere and for that I am so grateful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-5536794701809094982?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/5536794701809094982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=5536794701809094982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5536794701809094982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5536794701809094982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/06/hope-of-world-is.html' title='The Hope of the World is...'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-7904275166265440763</id><published>2008-06-24T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:00:02.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Lyrics-Based Theology</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'll start with the positive and go downhill from there.  Throughout time music has been an amazing and powerful instrument to assist in ushering humans into a spectacular awareness of God's presence.  It is an incredible experience to worship God with others who have their attention focused in the same direction.  It is incredible to feel the outpouring of God's love and power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music has risen in popularity and become easy to access.  Just look at itunes, the near extinction of cds tapes and even records (ask your parents), and even the digitalization of the car radio.  Intelligent lighting, moving background art in slides, the large sound board, wireless microphones, etc have replaced the amp, mic, and overhead projector (with transparencies) at our churches.  The ability to create an engaging environment is more powerful than ever before and shows no sign of slowing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I see an issue arising.  People are getting their theology (their belief of who God is) from the lyrics in the worship songs we sing.  Sometimes this is fine and the lyrics are true to the Biblical text and portray the true God of the Bible, but more often than we realize, the lyrics are vague and not totally accurate (1 "Help me know you are near" why is God near?  God's not near as if he were distant.  God is here).  They skew our view of God or really say nothing of value at all (2 "Won't you come, Won't you come and fill this place" this song really gets to me.  I understand what it means...kind of...I just think the lyrics are so vague and speak as if God wouldn't show up even when God is already everywhere).  Or what happens more often is our worship songs are about us (&lt;span id="LBLLyrics"&gt;3 'Cause when we see You we find strength to face the day, And in Your presence all our fears are washed away, washed away).  They are horizontal worship (us singing to each other ABOUT God) rather than vertical worship (us singing TO God).  &lt;/span&gt;They are more along the lines of a narration of our life with God rather than a song of love praising God for His qualities (4 "Savior, He can move the mountains, my God is mighty to save").  This song interestingly enough is all ABOUT God, but maybe is only focused to God if you change the words "He" to "You" as in "You are mighty to save".  They are not bad songs and even I like them and sing them, we just need to be aware of what we are saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="LBLLyrics"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you hear a worship song, take some time to think about what you are saying. Sometimes we are asking God to break us, to change us, that we'll go wherever, follow Him to the end, but do we truly deep down in our hearts mean what we are singing?  Would we speak that to God?  Sometimes yes, sometimes maybe not.  Is what you are singing vertical or horizontal worship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope people don't think I'm bashing the wonderful people who write these songs, I am simply asking us to be aware of what we are singing because too many people these days are going into worship haphazardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Draw Me Close. Lyrics by Kelly Carpenter.  1994 Mercy/Vineyard&lt;br /&gt;2 Meet With Me. Lyrics by Lamont Hiebert. 1999 Maranatha Music&lt;br /&gt;3 Hosanna (Praise is Rising). Lyrics by Brenton Brown, Paul Baloche. 2006 Thank You Music&lt;br /&gt;4 Mighty to Save. Lyrics by Ben Fielding, Reuben Morgan. 2006 Hillsong Publishing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-7904275166265440763?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/7904275166265440763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=7904275166265440763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7904275166265440763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/7904275166265440763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/06/lyrics-based-theology.html' title='Lyrics-Based Theology'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-1454095623035527183</id><published>2008-06-22T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:10:50.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Summer Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SF8Wnkqh6dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BlDaxAa55Ls/s1600-h/CIMG5923+%28Medium%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SF8Wnkqh6dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BlDaxAa55Ls/s320/CIMG5923+%28Medium%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214911762631092690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was great!!!  It started out with the graduation party for my cool brother Matty.  Then canoing down the St Croix River with people from church on Saturday.  A few of us went to Sonic afterwards and if that wasn't enough fun for one day I went swimming with my neighbors until dusk.  Sunday started off with an &lt;a href="http://www.whchurch.org/content/page_173.htm"&gt;odd sermon&lt;/a&gt;.  Then friends came over to go swimming and eat lunch.  After one friend left we scrapbooked and then ventured to Caribou coffee on our way to the Ski Otter waterski show in White Bear.  Whew!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-1454095623035527183?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/1454095623035527183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=1454095623035527183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1454095623035527183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/1454095623035527183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/06/perfect-summer-weekend.html' title='Perfect Summer Weekend'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LZHjSsX0F2c/SF8Wnkqh6dI/AAAAAAAAAAs/BlDaxAa55Ls/s72-c/CIMG5923+%28Medium%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3905338294574907561.post-4298223576759026103</id><published>2008-06-19T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T05:28:35.062-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>The Phenomenon That is Sonic</title><content type='html'>So, &lt;a href="http://www.kare11.com/news/news_article.aspx?storyid=515507&amp;amp;catid=2"&gt;Sonic just opened&lt;/a&gt;.  Having a brother from Texas, I know about this slushi kingdom in all its inexpensive glory.  There are about 10 in Longview (a city of about 30,000).  Its pretty exciting (more so than it would have been had they opened in winter...brrr).  I went there the other day to pick up some gift cards for graduates we know who are moving to Texas.  It was a great idea (thanks mom).  Upon arrival I couldn't believe the hoard of people and police officers directing traffic.  So I wove my car around back hoping to somehow find a back entrance somehow invisible to everyone else so I could run in/run out and get the cards.  At the back entrance I saw a huge parking lot with cones set up like my driver's ed course.  It was the line to weave through to get your slushi.  At the end of this line was an employee kid.  "Welcome to Sonic!  Are you dine in or sdarjlkr (whatever the pull up thing is called)?"  "Uh, I just want some giftcards, do you have those?"  "I don't know"  I spied his walkie talkie "Could you ask someone on your walkie talkie"  "Uh...no, they'd get really mad!!!"  Ugh!  "You could park at Byerly's and wait in line and when you get to the window you could ask them!" (he was really proud of this answer) until I said "uh, Have you seen the line?"  I thanked him (a little disgruntled) and left.  Oh well.  Sonic another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-4298223576759026103?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/4298223576759026103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=4298223576759026103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/4298223576759026103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/4298223576759026103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/06/phenomenon-that-is-sonic.html' title='The Phenomenon That is Sonic'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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-3905338294574907561.post-5844715208437723837</id><published>2008-06-18T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T07:35:24.294-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law'/><title type='text'>The Funny Thing About Law</title><content type='html'>I've learned a lot about law in the last few weeks (which is good because that's the point of my class).  As we've read through various cases, I've been amazed at what people can get away with only because they weren't found guilty properly.  They can find drugs on you and arrest you, but if the search was illegal its a different story.  Or the &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/06/17/tex.oklahoma.executions.ap/index.html"&gt;recent case of a death row inmate&lt;/a&gt; who won reprieve from his sentence because the judge of his case was having immoral relations at the time of the verdict.  It is amazing how many laws there are to protect us from "the law" i.e. police, government, etc.  It is amazing how much we can bend the law to agree with our views.  While the constitution has more spelling errors than a third grade paper, it is amazing the thought process our forefathers went through.  They thought of everything, even put in a way to make more rules because they knew they didn't think of everything!  They even put in laws protecting us from the law (ie being wrongly accused or accused in an improper fashion.  In my opinion, they were very smart and humble people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3905338294574907561-5844715208437723837?l=bethelany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/feeds/5844715208437723837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3905338294574907561&amp;postID=5844715208437723837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5844715208437723837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3905338294574907561/posts/default/5844715208437723837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethelany.blogspot.com/2008/06/funny-thing-about-law.html' title='The Funny Thing About Law'/><author><name>Bethany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418020966310000190</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>
