<?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-6371932790268065164</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:36:25.330-07:00</updated><category term='exercise'/><category term='Emotions'/><category term='peace'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='comedy'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Daddy'/><category term='grace'/><category term='mistakes'/><category term='politics'/><category term='struggle'/><category term='justice'/><category term='quote'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='change'/><category term='growth'/><category term='surrender'/><category term='goals'/><category term='music'/><category term='dream'/><category term='school'/><category term='joy'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='heart'/><category term='Christian'/><category term='whine'/><category term='stubborness'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='church'/><category term='priorities'/><category term='strength'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='sacrifice'/><category term='patience'/><category term='eating'/><category term='blessing'/><category term='Cameran'/><category term='chores'/><category term='listen'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='prepare'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><category term='Michael'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>rachel*</title><subtitle type='html'>the life of rachel barnett</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-2451269760765667325</id><published>2010-05-03T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:44:46.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/S98ZlXHBY2I/AAAAAAAAB_4/lFbqTQlXWu4/s1600/IMG_7357-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/S98ZlXHBY2I/AAAAAAAAB_4/lFbqTQlXWu4/s320/IMG_7357-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/S98Zl7wG-fI/AAAAAAAACAA/6zmUiVVkB8k/s1600/IMG_7382-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/S98Zl7wG-fI/AAAAAAAACAA/6zmUiVVkB8k/s320/IMG_7382-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/S98ZmxcYe3I/AAAAAAAACAI/k8KsWuncMY8/s1600/IMG_7384-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/S98ZmxcYe3I/AAAAAAAACAI/k8KsWuncMY8/s320/IMG_7384-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/S98ZnYXWdyI/AAAAAAAACAQ/5gfitDSitZQ/s1600/IMG_7436-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/S98ZnYXWdyI/AAAAAAAACAQ/5gfitDSitZQ/s320/IMG_7436-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&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/6371932790268065164-2451269760765667325?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2451269760765667325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=2451269760765667325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2451269760765667325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2451269760765667325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2010/05/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/S98ZlXHBY2I/AAAAAAAAB_4/lFbqTQlXWu4/s72-c/IMG_7357-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-4448789121686722709</id><published>2010-02-02T11:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T11:04:12.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To blog... a blog... of blogs...</title><content type='html'>If you wonder why I haven't been blogging... &lt;div&gt;I have...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just not here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I blog here now: &lt;a href="http://rachelmbarnett.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://rachelmbarnett.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update yourself. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-4448789121686722709?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4448789121686722709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=4448789121686722709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4448789121686722709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4448789121686722709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-blog-blog-of-blogs.html' title='To blog... a blog... of blogs...'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-8615283971954388911</id><published>2009-10-20T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:17:27.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today was a marvelous day... and marvelous things happened.&lt;br /&gt;I made no bake cookies tonight. They taste yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-8615283971954388911?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8615283971954388911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=8615283971954388911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/8615283971954388911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/8615283971954388911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/10/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-4683903948883712160</id><published>2009-10-01T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:04:39.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Barnett</title><content type='html'>In the past few months I have not blogged much of anything at all. My focus was slightly distracted by my engagement to Mr. Michael Barnett. Well... we have survived and I have come out on the other end of this a happily married woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... it has come the time to focus on other things, but first a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SsTQe-0fKoI/AAAAAAAAAp0/og6PmvTgXYM/s1600-h/rachel_and_michael.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387660284919753346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SsTQe-0fKoI/AAAAAAAAAp0/og6PmvTgXYM/s200/rachel_and_michael.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... so the wedding went better than I could have hoped for... it was beautiful in every aspect of the word! Michael and I were surrounded by love and support. =) Then came the honeymoon... again it was fantastic to be able to spend time with my new husband! God really revealed some strength within me that he has been building up for some time now. Michael and I connected in some amazing ways, and we faced some challenges as well. &lt;br /&gt;Now we are home with the kids trying to mesh our lives together. I have to admit that it has been a pretty challenging process so far. I have been pretty messy.... and I have had a really difficult time sharing that messiness with Michael. Well.. other than the times that I attempt to blame him for my messiness. There is something inside of me that always wants for things to be okay... even if I haven't taken the time to truly face the issue. I haven't wanted to connect with God and I have not made much of an effort at all to connect with family or friends in my life. LAME. Apparently it was confession time on the ol' blog here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking the time to stop and evaluate where I am at... and why not post it for the world to see? I could use the accountability... right? It may possibly motivate me to actually pick up the phone and connect with a LIVE human being. My life is beginning... this is a new and exciting time for me... I am going to stop running away and start moving forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-4683903948883712160?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4683903948883712160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=4683903948883712160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4683903948883712160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4683903948883712160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/10/mrs-barnett.html' title='Mrs. Barnett'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SsTQe-0fKoI/AAAAAAAAAp0/og6PmvTgXYM/s72-c/rachel_and_michael.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-4969598175607207798</id><published>2009-09-17T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:44:10.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown: 1 day 15 hours</title><content type='html'>My wedding day is almost here and I will soon get to enjoy life as a married woman... a woman that is no longer planning and preparing for a wedding. HA! I can't wait!!!! Michael is an incredible man and I am so blessed to be spending the rest of my days as his partner in life. He's been in my life for a year and a half... and my entire world has seemed to have changed in that short time. Always and forever I will be so thankful that God has brought me the love of my life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-4969598175607207798?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4969598175607207798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=4969598175607207798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4969598175607207798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4969598175607207798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/09/countdown-1-day-15-hours.html' title='Countdown: 1 day 15 hours'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-8995108213407407160</id><published>2009-07-28T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:27:58.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Sm8Y0-LLcoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/oJBGOZKnV-4/s1600-h/Picture+247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Sm8Y0-LLcoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/oJBGOZKnV-4/s320/Picture+247.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363532979543700098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation in the car this morning... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameran: I know how cops are able to tell if you are speeding. Your red lights go on when you stop and if there are no red lights then you are going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian: Some cops have mustaches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameran: They do. I've never seen one though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian: They really do. For reals... when I am a cop I will have a mustache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameran: I know a cops name once. His name was Cop One. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian: His name was Cop One? Was he the first cop ever? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameran: Yep. He was the first cop ever. Then came Cop Two, Cop Three, Cop Four, and Cop Five. And the cops with the same numbers ride in the same car, but there can only be five of them. Mom what's five plus five? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameran: There are only ten cops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-8995108213407407160?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8995108213407407160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=8995108213407407160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/8995108213407407160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/8995108213407407160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/07/morning-conversation.html' title='Morning Conversation'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Sm8Y0-LLcoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/oJBGOZKnV-4/s72-c/Picture+247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-6390565884342900232</id><published>2009-07-25T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:50:49.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The On My Mind List</title><content type='html'>These are the following things that are currently swirling and twirling around my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Smvt4aCmPjI/AAAAAAAAAks/NhTdSoXgf9A/s1600-h/DSC00248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Smvt4aCmPjI/AAAAAAAAAks/NhTdSoXgf9A/s320/DSC00248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362641334633381426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. As of tomorrow I will have a 7 year old son. He is such a wonderful son... but for some reason he just keeps having birthdays, growing taller, and learning things. Boys... humph.&lt;br /&gt;2. Building the skills to get married is more difficult than washing a full grown  tom cat who is covered in bubblegum. I am really blessed to have Michael by my side through all of this though... he is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;3. Redding is darn hot. Really darn hot. Really really darn hot. I love that it cools down in the evenings though... right now we have all the windows open and there is a cool breeze making its way around.&lt;br /&gt;4. My cat and dog have formed a murderous league of dangerous animals. The cat is the assassin and then the dog disembodies the victim with his teeth. This wouldn't be such an issue, however the disembodiments are frequently occurring within my living room. The latest casualty... a lizard... was found in at least three sections. &lt;br /&gt;5. My ex husband claims he will be coming to the mainland (from Hawaii) this winter. We haven't seen him in over 4 years... and I'm not overly excited about the reunion. The bright side is... I imagine his wardrobe mostly consists of boardshorts and flip flops... and I believe we are due for a winter wonderland when he arrives. Brrrrrrr... =P&lt;br /&gt;6. Happiness should be independent of circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;7. It's extremely difficult to step back and allow for people you love to make poor choices and suffer the consequences of that poor choice.&lt;br /&gt;8. There is a bottle of wine in the fridge and ice cream in the freezer... which one to choose? which one to choose?&lt;br /&gt;9. Lavender pillow spray from Bath and Body Works changed my life... when my head hits the pillow I just seem to melt into the covers.&lt;br /&gt;10. God really loves me a lot. At this point in my life I have a beautiful daughter who loves to talk with me, an amazing and strong son who is learning how to be an honorable man, and I am marrying an honorable man who cooked me a delicious dinner tonight AND THEN massaged my shoulders as I did the dishes. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-6390565884342900232?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6390565884342900232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=6390565884342900232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6390565884342900232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6390565884342900232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-my-mind-list.html' title='The On My Mind List'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Smvt4aCmPjI/AAAAAAAAAks/NhTdSoXgf9A/s72-c/DSC00248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-6813569161787621405</id><published>2009-07-24T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:42:16.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with Cameran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SmqayM_A5YI/AAAAAAAAAkk/B3HBgV1yIqM/s1600-h/DSC00275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SmqayM_A5YI/AAAAAAAAAkk/B3HBgV1yIqM/s320/DSC00275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362268493607658882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameran: "Do you know why prison is bad? Why people don't want to go there? I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameran: "Because they feed you really yuck food."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What kind of food?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameran: "They give you hamburgers without buns.... it's really gross. They only give you three things: hamburgers, ketchup, and mustard... no buns."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-6813569161787621405?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6813569161787621405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=6813569161787621405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6813569161787621405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6813569161787621405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/07/conversations-with-cameran.html' title='Conversations with Cameran'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SmqayM_A5YI/AAAAAAAAAkk/B3HBgV1yIqM/s72-c/DSC00275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-1383591528227755391</id><published>2009-07-21T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:21:12.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Interest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SmahuBW5jNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/4NAeroVoO0s/s1600-h/07+18+09_2239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SmahuBW5jNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/4NAeroVoO0s/s320/07+18+09_2239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361150218441690322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... a lot of marriage stuff has been on my mind. Which should be a good thing... considering my wedding day is slowly (or rather quickly?) continuing to approach. This process definitely has its intense moments, but at the end of the day... I am still completely blessed and excited to be marrying Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... so the latest thoughts that I have been pondering were brought up not only by our marriage mentors, but by Michael's parents. In the past week they both brought up the book "Love and Respect" by Dr. Emerson (at least that is who comes up when I google "Love and Respect"). One of the things that really touched my heart about what was mentioned was that as a couple... it is crucial that you be able to go into a situation knowing that the other person has your best interest at heart. It really made me begin to examine some of my motives... do I go into various situations with Michael's best interests in mind? Maybe... sometimes... sure... but not nearly enough. I want to be able to answer that question with an "ABSOLUTELY I DO!!!". I'm sure that God and I can figure out a way to get me there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-1383591528227755391?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/1383591528227755391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=1383591528227755391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/1383591528227755391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/1383591528227755391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-interest.html' title='Best Interest'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SmahuBW5jNI/AAAAAAAAAkc/4NAeroVoO0s/s72-c/07+18+09_2239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-7579545685537551857</id><published>2009-07-20T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:46:37.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Joy and Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SmU59PLBudI/AAAAAAAAAkU/zGCgMzp3QCk/s1600-h/07+18+09_1992sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SmU59PLBudI/AAAAAAAAAkU/zGCgMzp3QCk/s320/07+18+09_1992sepia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360754655662029266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;---- One of our engagement pictures from last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been learning some fantastic things about joy the past couple of weeks. The past few weeks have been difficult. Moving... moving... unpacking... and the thermostat in Redding being turned up to "extra hot and toasty" have not really helped with the building frustration. Every morning for the past week I have begun my day by inviting God's presence and joy into my life. It has not been easy. From the moment that I wake up... I have had absolutely no motivation and an extremely lame attitude problem. I press in to God's love for me... and it really seems to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was extremely blessed to be able to enjoy some of the fruit from my persistence. There is something very strong inside of me that is radiating with joy!! It seems to be unshakable and I have been able to meet the challenges with a quiet strength that I don't remember having before. I still made mistakes today... I still had "unfun" things to have to face, but in every moment I have had a wonderful awareness that there is no reason that those things should steal my joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that Michael and I are learning from our marriage mentors :required reading: is the effect of a positive and negative attitude on your relationships. If your joy is attached to your circumstance... then the majority of the time even if your circumstances are good... you'll continue to have a negative perspective. However, if your positive attitude is independent of circumstance... life is able to be wonderful no matter what circumstance may try to dictate. I want more of that!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-7579545685537551857?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7579545685537551857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=7579545685537551857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/7579545685537551857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/7579545685537551857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/07/ultimate-joy-and-happiness.html' title='Ultimate Joy and Happiness'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SmU59PLBudI/AAAAAAAAAkU/zGCgMzp3QCk/s72-c/07+18+09_1992sepia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-2351392940049659400</id><published>2009-06-18T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:57:39.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Defining the Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SjsaFTB8a7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/YjQ-HutnB4A/s1600-h/definingrelationshiplg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SjsaFTB8a7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/YjQ-HutnB4A/s320/definingrelationshiplg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348897660742691762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really been enjoying our Thursday nights with Frank and Amanda! We were not able take the "Defining the Relationship" class at Bethel... because it doesn't even begin until close to the time when we will *hopefully*... be VERY close to getting married. =) So... I bought the DVDs and workbooks and we are going over to Frank and Amanda's once a week. It has already blessed me SO much to be able to talk and share with them... AND listen to the lessons by Danny Silk of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and I are also going to begin to meet with a marriage mentor couple. We should be meeting with them for the first time at the end of next week. I am really excited to get to meet with them! I am especially interested to find out how Michael and I scored on our compatibility tests!!! I'm sure we can already guess the areas of our relationship that could use some extra help, but it will be fun to get the results all the same!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-2351392940049659400?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2351392940049659400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=2351392940049659400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2351392940049659400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2351392940049659400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/06/defining-relationship.html' title='Defining the Relationship'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SjsaFTB8a7I/AAAAAAAAAi4/YjQ-HutnB4A/s72-c/definingrelationshiplg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-1378721314380282220</id><published>2009-06-16T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:46:02.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marrying Michael?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Sjhl1gB_ThI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Yp1QHJ5-PxQ/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Sjhl1gB_ThI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Yp1QHJ5-PxQ/s320/DSC00290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348136527308213778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A question that popped up last week is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why am I marrying Michael?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with Michael about it today at lunch. We had a delicious meal at The Downtown Eatery, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the sweet potato fries are AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;!! Anyhow... his answer is totally different then mine.. its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; even funny. It just goes to prove that he is indeed a man and I am indeed a woman. I won't share his answer... if you want to know... then you'll have to ask him. LOL I'm sure he'll love getting asked this question more than once. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, "Why am I marrying Michael?" I believe that God has an amazing purpose for my life. He has things that he wants for me to do, that no one else on the face of the planet would be able to do. Ya... I'm special... you are too!! =) Michael is the man that God has placed in my life to help me to fulfill that purpose. He has tools, gifts, and insights that are an incredible blessing to me and super supportive on my journey. My relationship with Michael is an adventure that teaches me more and more about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt; each and everyday. That is one of the main reasons that God created us... relationship... relationship with Him and relationship with others. I am making a commitment to carry on with this adventure with him for the rest of my life. Learning together how to pursue God and how to pursue each other. It's lovely learning all of this relationship stuff with Mr. Barnett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya and as far as marriage is concerned... it helps that I am MADLY in love with Michael. The passion runs deep my friend. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-1378721314380282220?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/1378721314380282220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=1378721314380282220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/1378721314380282220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/1378721314380282220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/06/marrying-michael.html' title='Marrying Michael?'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Sjhl1gB_ThI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Yp1QHJ5-PxQ/s72-c/DSC00290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-6112446021003313733</id><published>2009-06-15T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:47:02.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dresses and Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SjcVLoCjaXI/AAAAAAAAAio/BuKSJ_Ux1Y8/s1600-h/DSC00291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SjcVLoCjaXI/AAAAAAAAAio/BuKSJ_Ux1Y8/s200/DSC00291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347766371996625266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are so many wedding plans swirling around... it is AMAZING!!! Everything that Michael has planned for our wedding so far is an absolute dream come true!! I was able to find my wedding dress and bridesmaids dresses on the very first trip out. I can't even begin to express how completely blessed I am. God is giving me more than I could have ever dreamed for. Those small little things, the things that I would be too embarrassed to even say out loud... he's giving me those things too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I got to go with my maid of honor, one of my bridesmaids, my grooms mom, my grooms sister, and my step-mom on a trip to find the perfect dress. It was such a wonderful time! I was so excited that everyone was able to come and share in that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SjcT-_YvlvI/AAAAAAAAAiY/eS6UbzkGQ08/s1600-h/201809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SjcT-_YvlvI/AAAAAAAAAiY/eS6UbzkGQ08/s320/201809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347765055413786354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay... time to step back... there is a purpose for me not knowing the date of my wedding. There is a purpose for Michael taking over the responsibility of planning our wedding. I'm supposed to be doing something else... I am supposed to be preparing my heart. What does that look like? To begin I am starting to look deeper inside my heart... "strength-training"... the heart kind. On Sunday I had a vision during worship where God revealed to me that I have NEVER fully experienced his glory. I have had glimpses of it... on the side of my face... on the back of my neck... but I have NEVER come face to face on my knees with his glory. He revealed this to me... because it is going to change. I am going to be hit smack in the face with it... and I'll never want to be away from it again... I will spend the rest of my life seeking His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been ready, but I will be. He's drawing me closer everyday... he reveals himself more and more all the time. I am going to keep pressing in... I can't wait to see what is around the next bend. So... as the wedding plans move closer... I am trying to keep my focus on drawing closer to God. It's really tough sometimes, I could probably spend A LOT of my time focused on the wedding. Dreaming... dreaming.. dreaming...  God give me the strength instead to be preparing... preparing... preparing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-6112446021003313733?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6112446021003313733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=6112446021003313733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6112446021003313733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6112446021003313733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/06/dresses-and-glory.html' title='Dresses and Glory'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SjcVLoCjaXI/AAAAAAAAAio/BuKSJ_Ux1Y8/s72-c/DSC00291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-2820734337822596845</id><published>2009-06-09T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:28:20.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Si9EKFi_tNI/AAAAAAAAAiI/yspxMXuXpNY/s1600-h/DSC00256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Si9EKFi_tNI/AAAAAAAAAiI/yspxMXuXpNY/s320/DSC00256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345566222790407378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the presence of God tonight. It was one of those moments where my heart simply began to ache from the love and peace I was experiencing. I long so much to live in that place... to rest at His feet and take pleasure in His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My core group was tonight. I have been so incredibly blessed by my relationships with these women. I've blogged before about some of the struggles that I have faced in my friendships. I have been an unhealthy person... which led me to pursue and create unhealthy friendships. The dynamic that I have been experiencing in my core group is absolutely indescribable!! I've never felt like this about a group of women before, I walk into a room with them and I feel at peace. I love listening to their stories... and sharing my heart with them. I love being vulnerable with these women... I love being able to rest in their strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for all of the amazing things he has been doing!!! He takes care of me and provides me with all of the desires of my heart. From the smallest moments, to the life altering times... He delights in showing me how much He truly loves me. His anointing is clearly on my life... the blessings have been falling down like rain and I cannot even begin to imagine what he has in store for me next. I am so undeserving... and he loves me anyway. Even in those "hard to swallow" times... they are all just a reminder of how he longs to care for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting at his feet... I love to lay in his presence... I don't have to do or say anything... he delights in my peace!! =) I am going to seek more of this... I am going to seek more of the simple pleasure of being with Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-2820734337822596845?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2820734337822596845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=2820734337822596845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2820734337822596845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2820734337822596845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/06/presence.html' title='The Presence'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Si9EKFi_tNI/AAAAAAAAAiI/yspxMXuXpNY/s72-c/DSC00256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-3583939980068308536</id><published>2009-05-30T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:12:30.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>I am frustrated! Grrrrrrr! I don't feel supported... I don't feel like people understand what I want... I don't feel like people feel as though I'm allowed to "want what I want". It's majorly irritating, because when it comes down to it... I care about the opinions of these people. I want for them to be happy for me, and it doesn't look as though that is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally hate this feeling of helplessness. I'm not really sure how to move forward. I could use some major "sent from above" wisdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-3583939980068308536?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/3583939980068308536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=3583939980068308536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/3583939980068308536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/3583939980068308536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/05/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-8406596423748605983</id><published>2009-05-26T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:13:54.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Engagement Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a picture of Michael and I when we first started our relationship in December of 2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/ShzK9Pt-FpI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b9LwTdfptZ8/s1600-h/100_4381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/ShzK9Pt-FpI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b9LwTdfptZ8/s320/100_4381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340366411694741138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past memorial day weekend, Michael and I were house-sitting at my Aunt Cyndee's house. It was a blast!!! She has a pool, pond, horse, dogs, property, a beautiful home and we definitely made use of all of it this weekend. On Saturday... I was really struggling with some things... and so I started to talk with Michael about it and be vulnerable with him. We began reading Psalms 40 together (amazing chapter!!!) and praying. In the middle of that, Christian got in trouble and was sitting in time out on the couch. Michael calls Christian over and says, "What would you think about me marrying your Mom?" Christian says, "That would be good, you are nice" haha so cute!! So.... Michael looks at me and says, "I think it is time for you to give me your ring"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (you may have to read my post "Discussing Wedding Bells" to know what that means). &lt;/span&gt;I don't really know what to do or say... so I just sat there quietly staring at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Michael asks Christian, "What does a man do when he wants for a woman to marry him?" And Christian replies, "He says 'Can you marry me?'" So... Michael looks at me and says, "Can you marry me?" I start laughing and tell him, "YES!!!!" Then Michael looks at Christian and says, "This is what a man does when he wants for a woman to marry him..." at that point he got down on one knee and said some of the most beautiful, personal, and sweet things I have ever heard!!! At the very end he asked me, "Will you marry me?" I said, "Yes." and jumped into his arms with the hugest smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian went out and told Cameran and she kept asking, "Really? are they really getting married???" Haha the answer is yes.... we are really getting married. We plan on doing marriage mentoring which will take at least 12 weeks (if anyone knows the people over there, could you give them a nudge on getting back to me!!!). Then after that we will be getting married. I am not going to know the date &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(again you'll have to refer to my previous post "Discussing Wedding Bells" if you want to know why).&lt;/span&gt; So... if you want exact details you will have to ask Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so incredibly happy!! I have found the man of my dreams and I anticipate with pleasure the day that our two lives will become one. I ask that everyone pray that I am able to rest and enjoy this season of engagement, because honestly I would love to just run off and marry the man of my dreams tomorrow. I know there is something more than that for me in this season though. Thank you everyone for the congratulations!!! All of the well wishes have blessed me more than you know!!! Being able to feel the love and support of the community around us, is such an amazing encouragement to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah yes... and the rumors are true... he did propose when I was without make-up and still in my pajamas. Hehe now that is true love!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-8406596423748605983?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8406596423748605983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=8406596423748605983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/8406596423748605983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/8406596423748605983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/05/engagement-story.html' title='The Engagement Story'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/ShzK9Pt-FpI/AAAAAAAAAiA/b9LwTdfptZ8/s72-c/100_4381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-1079963457598468463</id><published>2009-05-25T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:02:48.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A MUST READ!!!</title><content type='html'>Should I beat around the bush? Or just come out and say it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm engaged!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Sht32dKL9aI/AAAAAAAAAh4/zL62WW7Wf-k/s1600-h/San+Francisco+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Sht32dKL9aI/AAAAAAAAAh4/zL62WW7Wf-k/s200/San+Francisco+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339993560601851298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-1079963457598468463?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/1079963457598468463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=1079963457598468463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/1079963457598468463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/1079963457598468463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/05/must-read.html' title='A MUST READ!!!'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Sht32dKL9aI/AAAAAAAAAh4/zL62WW7Wf-k/s72-c/San+Francisco+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-1039245892260773621</id><published>2009-05-20T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:07:30.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Ever since my birthday I have been absolutely exhausted! Is this what it feels like to be old??? Have I gotten to this point already at the ripe old age of 24??? The only reason I have managed to stay awake as late as I have, is because I took a nap earlier this evening! Wow... what a negative and complaining attitude... what is going on here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to take a little bit of time before bed to send forth praise to God for the things that he has been doing in my life. It is so easy to focus on the bad things. There always seems to be SOMETHING that I could complain about... but I am so tired of allowing that spirit to take over my life. It's not thanksgiving.... but I don't need a turkey to recognize the blessings God has given me in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The thing I am probably most excited about right now is exploring a future with the man that I love. I love having him in my life and am so blessed to get to experience these seasons with him by my side. Thank you God for trusting me with his heart... I will be praising your goodness for the rest of my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/ShTuEWI7xVI/AAAAAAAAAhY/sjcGL6ZhblE/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/ShTuEWI7xVI/AAAAAAAAAhY/sjcGL6ZhblE/s200/IMG_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338153216770819410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Michael and I at a wine tasting in Napa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2. My kids are amazing!!!  Summer is coming up and it blows me away how much my kids have learned over the past year. I can't believe my babies will be turning 5 and 7 this summer!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/ShTu551PfOI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Y3RKMQ-BmdU/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/ShTu551PfOI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Y3RKMQ-BmdU/s200/IMG_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338154136884968674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christian and Cameran outside of Cool Hand Lukes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3. We're moving this summer... to a house!! With the kids growing up... and the possibility of another family member in the upcoming future... we are upgrading to a beautiful 3 bedroom home with a deliciously big backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/ShTujreT7iI/AAAAAAAAAho/wXxwaU8XwEE/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/ShTujreT7iI/AAAAAAAAAho/wXxwaU8XwEE/s200/IMG_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338153755073572386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ninja shot of the new place!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just a taste of the blessing and favor that God has on my life. More to come!!! I need to get to bed, that nap was not long enough!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-1039245892260773621?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/1039245892260773621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=1039245892260773621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/1039245892260773621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/1039245892260773621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/ShTuEWI7xVI/AAAAAAAAAhY/sjcGL6ZhblE/s72-c/IMG_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-5207859866442329888</id><published>2009-04-25T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:41:02.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SfOtbMEe9kI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6lAaDmFp9Gs/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SfOtbMEe9kI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6lAaDmFp9Gs/s320/DSC00261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328793466717533762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to truly be in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means that even when that person isn't around... I choose better... because I love them. The love does not fade or disappear when they aren't around. It grows stronger. It changes me. It changes my relationships with others. In order to express my love... I have to choose better in EVERY area... not just the areas that directly impact my relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tough lesson to learn... but I just may be beginning to understand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-5207859866442329888?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5207859866442329888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=5207859866442329888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5207859866442329888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5207859866442329888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/04/lesson.html' title='The Lesson'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SfOtbMEe9kI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6lAaDmFp9Gs/s72-c/DSC00261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-44590401107543985</id><published>2009-04-20T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:03:35.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discussing Wedding Bells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Se0ojvWA6UI/AAAAAAAAAgs/NTbob4Z9Ndg/s1600-h/wedding-photography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Se0ojvWA6UI/AAAAAAAAAgs/NTbob4Z9Ndg/s320/wedding-photography.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326958528718498114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael and I have started discussing marriage a bit more seriously. We've been taking a closer look at some pretty heavy issues in order to make sure that we have all of the cards on the table. One of the the more interesting things that has come up a discussion about the actual wedding ceremony. What if the wedding ceremony was more a mixture reflective of Jesus coming back for his bride? What if the bride didn't know when her actual wedding day was? What if she prepared for the wedding... and then one day the man of her dreams knocked on her door to sweep her away. All of her family and friends already knew that this day was here, and were able to come and celebrate with the happy couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you imagine? Michael is much better at explaining this than I am. But wow. With so many couples focused on the wedding day, the idea of the bride not even knowing when the wedding day is fascinates me! I'm not the type of woman that has the wedding of her dreams planned out... it just has never been me. I wouldn't need for my wedding to be a certain way in order to be happy. How wonderful would it be for the wedding itself to be a beautiful gift that is especially prepared for the bride? Ya... I know it is pretty far out there... but the idea of it is pretty amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that we had discussed, that was more on the frivolous side of marriage, was the wedding ring. I'm not a big fan of jewelery... it's not really my thing. I have one ring that I love to wear and that is pretty much it. My ring was given to me on my 21st birthday as a gift from my Dad and Grammy. It has a diamond from one of her diamond earrings, and two rubies that represent my kids. My Dad had the stones placed in a setting for me and I have had it on my finger ever since. When I get married I want for it to be with this ring that means so much to me. So, I talked with Michael about it... and if he were to propose to me... he would take my ring instead of giving me one. He would then have it made into something beautiful and new that he would present to me on our wedding day. I wouldn't have an engagement ring on my finger prior to the wedding, but I would have the promise that the man of my dreams would be giving me his heart. *sigh* haha... I know that it is anything but traditional, but these unique expressions of love absolutely melt my heart!!! So... if you don't see my ring on my finger you'll know what it means... lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... those are a couple of the things that I am processing right now. Of course we are also talking about kids, family, finances, jobs, expectations, lifestyles, and all of those lovely things. I guess I just figured I would share the juicy stuff. Just to clarify... I am not engaged... just exploring the possibility right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-44590401107543985?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/44590401107543985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=44590401107543985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/44590401107543985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/44590401107543985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/04/discussing-wedding-bells.html' title='Discussing Wedding Bells'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Se0ojvWA6UI/AAAAAAAAAgs/NTbob4Z9Ndg/s72-c/wedding-photography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-7616463661592148861</id><published>2009-04-18T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:21:43.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A big wet SMOOCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SeoLo0dGfgI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_xmFdyjNvow/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SeoLo0dGfgI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_xmFdyjNvow/s320/DSC00196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326082305222409730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a beautiful night last night! Michael, the kids, and I went out to dinner at Fiesta Azteca, mostly because I had a long week and was ready for a margarita. I had seen their margarita sign earlier and knew that was the place for me! They have the most amazing club something or other that is only on their lunch menu, but if you order it they will totally serve it up. It's like a mix between a quesadilla and a club sandwhich... mexican food with bacon... wow. The food was delicious, but we were ready for something sweet. So... we went to a cute little yogurt shop by Raley's on Lake. Mmmm... I had delicious bannana split! It was SO good that I don't remember much else about the yougurt shop hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us were big on going to Cool April Nights... so we decided to go bumper bowling at Shasta Lanes instead. We started off by playing on teams.... boys vs. girls... Princesses vs. Bad Boyz (the kids picked the team names hehe) the boys won. =P So... not cool. Cameran is really getting the hang of bowling... we used to have to get the ramp for her on each turn... but she's able to do it all on her own! After the boys victory we decided to stay and play another game, Cameran was tired so she decided to sit it out. So... it was Mamma, Stryker, and Bowser knocking down the pins. I may have played the best game of my entire life! The first 5 rounds I got either a spare or a strike... I was on fire! Of course the competive boys were not too happy that I was cleaning house in the points department. Well... after round 5 they turned down the lights for rock and bowl... and my luck began to fade... I just couldn't seem to knock all of those pins down. =( It was still such a blast though! I bowl straight, and Michael does more of a curve ball, and so it was so cute to watch Christian switching from my style of bowling, to Michael's! Sidenote: I won hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home the weather was beautiful! I begged Michael to take go out and look at the stars with me. As soon as we dragged our blankets outside though, I realized that my sprinklers had just gone off hah. Oh well... change of plans... we moved our blankets on to the driveway. The stars were beautiful! The weather was warm, with a slight chill, and a gentle breeze that rustled the leaves of the trees. Eventually the kids filtered out and we all snuggled up under blankets looking at the stars. *sigh* in that moment God just gave me a great big wetter than wet smooch, right on the lips!!!! Being there... listening to the kids laugh and sing... being held in the arms of the man of my dreams... looking up on the night sky... I want so much more of that in my life! It was AMAZING! Thank you God so much for blessing me SO much last night. I really needed the encouragement. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-7616463661592148861?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7616463661592148861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=7616463661592148861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/7616463661592148861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/7616463661592148861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-wet-smooch.html' title='A big wet SMOOCH'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SeoLo0dGfgI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_xmFdyjNvow/s72-c/DSC00196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-7491260713121821781</id><published>2009-04-12T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:43:06.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How does it feel to be the clay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lovely picture of my precious daughter, before she went to bed tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SeK-GJQnRuI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Oii6TvwAbL8/s1600-h/212149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SeK-GJQnRuI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Oii6TvwAbL8/s320/212149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324026722279442146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world has changed and to be honest most of the time I'm not really sure what to do with it all. The past year has resulted in some HUGE changes for me. Goodness... two years ago I don't think many would even recognize me as being the same person haha. God has messed me up... and while it hasn't always felt pleasant... it has been amazing. I believe there is a Joyce Meyer quote that talks about the potter and the clay analogy. She says something along the lines of: imagine being the clay being pushed  and pulled and having pieces that have to come off because they aren't part of the vessels purpose... I don't imagine it feels very nice to be the clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely the clay. God has challenged me to be direct and honest with the people in my life. Something that isn't very pleasant... considering I'm not a very big fan of confrontation. Sometimes honesty creates confrontation and that's scary... but I am learning to trust that with God in control of my life... it's okay. It's okay to speak my mind and be honest, even if it's not pretty and isn't what people would expect to hear from me. I still struggle with it before I ACTUALLY do it... but I get there and eventually it will become natural for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been teaching me that I am a fighter. Ya... seriously ha... who would have thought? When I am faced with a tough situation I typically see two options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fight it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have no desire to give up... most of the time I end up fighting it... which is and isn't good... it isn't good when I do it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; God's help and attempt to do it with my own strength. I'm learning that there is another option... which involves surrender... but it also involves seeking out the truth... and fighting the lies on my knees in prayer. I have authority and strength in the kingdom of God... wow my God is good. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... that is where I am at this beautiful Easter Sunday. MUCH MUCH more to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-7491260713121821781?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7491260713121821781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=7491260713121821781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/7491260713121821781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/7491260713121821781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-does-it-feel-to-be-clay.html' title='How does it feel to be the clay?'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SeK-GJQnRuI/AAAAAAAAAgc/Oii6TvwAbL8/s72-c/212149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-8295372520380298163</id><published>2009-04-05T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:58:36.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Note</title><content type='html'>God has done amazing things this weekend. I am so excited to see what he has in store for me next. More details later. I am totally going to go and soak in his presence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-8295372520380298163?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8295372520380298163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=8295372520380298163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/8295372520380298163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/8295372520380298163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/04/quick-note.html' title='Quick Note'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-2301962566586155285</id><published>2009-04-01T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:42:19.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SdQlrRH7dMI/AAAAAAAAAgU/SArprDBD3-0/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SdQlrRH7dMI/AAAAAAAAAgU/SArprDBD3-0/s320/DSC00228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319918485092660418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on Spring Break this week. Yay me. The rest of my life continues to swirl on. Yay life. In the past two weeks God has broken off two huge things off me. 1.Overcommitment. 2. Playing a role I cannot fill (Dad). Yay God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-2301962566586155285?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2301962566586155285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=2301962566586155285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2301962566586155285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2301962566586155285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SdQlrRH7dMI/AAAAAAAAAgU/SArprDBD3-0/s72-c/DSC00228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-6827502120992562117</id><published>2009-03-29T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:12:31.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear or Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Sc-W6stVGFI/AAAAAAAAAgE/TwBkMAozWnw/s1600-h/DSC00260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Sc-W6stVGFI/AAAAAAAAAgE/TwBkMAozWnw/s400/DSC00260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318635620125710418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;sup id="en-NKJV-30616" class="versenum" value="18"&gt;1John 4:18&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;There is no fear in love; but perfect love casts out fear, because fear involves torment. But he who fears has not been made perfect in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When I allow fear to come into my relationships there is a disconnect that takes place. I become scared and I allow myself to build a huge wall between me and the other person. There are times when I don't even know that I was scared, until I realize that my heart has become disconnected from that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;How can I tell that I am disconnected? I stop allowing myself to be honest. I no longer trust that person to hear my innermost thoughts... I no longer want that person to see who I am... they might hurt me. Typically the reason that wall is put up in the first place is because they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; hurt me. They hurt me and I chose not to be honest about it...  I put up a wall instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I frequently struggle with fear and love in my relationships. What will I choose... fear or love? I just went through this in my relationship with Michael. I had a wall up and it was keeping me from getting to experience genuine relationship with him. I was scared...  and fear does not allow for love to exist. I had to choose to be honest with him even though it was scary and that created the opportunity for love to come back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victory! Haha thank you God for the victory! I want to be open and vulnerable in my relationships. I want to choose love over fear. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feels &lt;/span&gt;amazing! The connection that is experienced is worth the fight... after all it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that is being fought for. I am really blessed to have a man in my life that will fight for my heart with me. He's not okay with me putting a wall inbetween us and will help me in tearing that sucker down. I'm learning so many amazing things in my relationship with Michael and I am always so excited to get to share these experiences and implement them in my other relationships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Love does not allow for fear to exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I choose LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-6827502120992562117?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6827502120992562117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=6827502120992562117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6827502120992562117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6827502120992562117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/03/fear-or-love.html' title='Fear or Love?'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Sc-W6stVGFI/AAAAAAAAAgE/TwBkMAozWnw/s72-c/DSC00260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-5382701151191914275</id><published>2009-03-17T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:31:58.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!</title><content type='html'>Cory sent me a lovely email this morning... check it out! 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He has been so supportive about me being back in school. I can't imagine what this would have been like without him in my life. I had a big deadline on Sunday night... and my man TOTALLY hooked me up. He let me chill at his newly decorated pad (it's so cozy in there now!) and took the kids back to my house. Where he continued to clean my kitchen and prepare a delicious dinner for me to eat when I was all done with homework. THEN he even proofread my assignment before I turned it in (which I just found out I got an A on the assignment!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya... I know... he is a dream come true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-8994171064850079649?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8994171064850079649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=8994171064850079649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/8994171064850079649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/8994171064850079649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/03/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/Sb8EdU1fJxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1ISiHNgYmcU/s72-c/161910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-4047521377422894018</id><published>2009-03-12T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:29:56.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting</title><content type='html'>I become frustrated when I listen to people that have difficulty forming their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;own&lt;/span&gt; opinions. Instead they choose to regurgitate information they have read, without having any connection to it at all.  I also HATE it when there is an expectation for the GOVERNMENT to fix everyone's problems.&lt;br /&gt;The public cries out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fix this! Fix that! Control us! We're scared to live our lives!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The complete dependence that we form on government is disgusting sometimes. I don't need the government to run my life... I'm dependent on God not man. I'm sorry that some people fail to realize the co-dependent lifestyle that all of us have ingrained into us from as early as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleck... haha so I vent and its possible that it may or may not make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My backstory: I've been having discussions about the educational system in my English class and I can hear all of the sheep bleating together "Baaaaaaaa! Let the government fix it by creating more regulations!" I'm exhausted... the Government stole an hour of my sleep with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mandatory&lt;/span&gt; time change and I need to release some of this frustration before heading to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-4047521377422894018?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4047521377422894018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=4047521377422894018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4047521377422894018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4047521377422894018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/03/venting.html' title='Venting'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-3591026202273239317</id><published>2009-03-05T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:01:20.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation</title><content type='html'>I read the most AMAZING argument for creation tonight. I just HAD to share the beautiful simplicity of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SbC7kwK2l3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/vJaxRS_fKZQ/s1600-h/Earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SbC7kwK2l3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/vJaxRS_fKZQ/s320/Earth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309950200749922162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some think that no intelligent design was needed for the creation of our planet; that the earth is nothing more than an accident. How is that possible when we can't even keep it in its former condition ON PURPOSE? ( the beautiful healthy planet that God provided for us... it is a gift... not an accident)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-3591026202273239317?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/3591026202273239317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=3591026202273239317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/3591026202273239317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/3591026202273239317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/03/creation.html' title='Creation'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SbC7kwK2l3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/vJaxRS_fKZQ/s72-c/Earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-7024673154514649160</id><published>2009-03-02T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:20:13.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stretching Out Dude...</title><content type='html'>I was hanging out in bed... on the computer... checking out some of my friends blogs... I turn around and had to take a pic with the webcam. LOL. This is my dog Charlie... the number one reason why I need to get a bigger bed. The dude likes to stretch out... whatever works... haha ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SazL2PNWZEI/AAAAAAAAAfs/52EFIl7tqUs/s1600-h/221312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SazL2PNWZEI/AAAAAAAAAfs/52EFIl7tqUs/s320/221312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308842193418871874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-7024673154514649160?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7024673154514649160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=7024673154514649160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/7024673154514649160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/7024673154514649160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/03/stretching-out-dude.html' title='Stretching Out Dude...'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SazL2PNWZEI/AAAAAAAAAfs/52EFIl7tqUs/s72-c/221312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-5236925564654611683</id><published>2009-02-27T22:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:11:55.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SajhcXJlz-I/AAAAAAAAAfU/UBeZE_RGAj8/s1600-h/IMG_4296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SajhcXJlz-I/AAAAAAAAAfU/UBeZE_RGAj8/s400/IMG_4296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307740038222958562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What can I say? I am in love with an incredible man. Love has completely changed my life! There is no better motivator than the man of my dreams. He is the strength that I rely on when I am facing the strongholds that have been pushing me down my entire life. When I don't want to face the tough stuff and I just want to roll up in a ball and shut out the world... I can't... he deserves my best no matter what else is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya... so nothing big tonight. We rented a movie and ate some Chinese food. It was a nice evening in. When I look at that man though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just makes me weak in my knees. I am so blessed that God has placed him in my life. God has been bringing the two of us some amazing things lately. It has its rough moments, but every step we take God seems to be preparing the two of us for what he has planned for our lives. It's an adventure... and I LOVE that I get to go there with him by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-5236925564654611683?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5236925564654611683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=5236925564654611683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5236925564654611683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5236925564654611683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-man.html' title='My Man'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SajhcXJlz-I/AAAAAAAAAfU/UBeZE_RGAj8/s72-c/IMG_4296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-3653580374984894621</id><published>2009-02-24T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:11:02.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unconditional</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SaTgBZGfZbI/AAAAAAAAAec/z5H8m2ya4FU/s1600-h/Patricks+Point+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SaTgBZGfZbI/AAAAAAAAAec/z5H8m2ya4FU/s320/Patricks+Point+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306612575471887794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are so many things to write about and not nearly enough time to talk about them all. This is a pretty crazy week. I have my little sister Beka staying with us, and it is pretty incredible all the extra driving and running around that takes place when you add one extra kid into your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been loving on me this week. I have an AMAZING testimony. It's a little bit... racy... I guess... so um.. that's my parental warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I felt like CRAP. I had one of my migraines and it was really intense. I could barely walk the pain was so unbearable. So, Michael came over and he was working on his laptop and I sat on the couch next to him drowning in my pain. The kids were watching Batman in the kids corner (Christian has a major thing for red heads and is in love with Poison Ivy). So... Michael and I are on the couch... and suddenly I get this urge to totally start making out. I'm like... what the heck? I feel like crap with my migraine...  the kids are right there... what in the world is this? So, I brush it off. It comes back. I brush it off again. And this pattern repeats itself for like half an hour. Finally I decide to talk about it with Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing... even in my migraine-haze I was able to have enough self-awareness to figure out what was going on. I wanted for Michael to take care of me, I had a desire for him to rub my neck to relieve some of the pressure that was going on with my migraine. Instead of asking him for that though... I felt like I needed to compensate in some way and manipulate him to do what I wanted. That's what I've had to do before, in order to be taken care of. In order to receive I had to give something in return, I had a lie telling me that this was the way things worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about it changed everything! I know that Michael loves me... I know that I can ask him to take care of me. He does it because he loves me. Not because I give him something in return. Wow. Thinking about that again really makes me smile hehe. So.. long story short... the wonderful man in my life took care of me. He massaged my neck, helped me relax, prayed for me, helped me to let go of the stress that was causing my migraine, put me to bed, and put the kids to bed. I woke up in the morning and I was healed! Praise Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been teaching me about unconditional love lately. It's a tough concept to understand. Unconditional love means that I didn't earn it... which is weird to me. Conditional love means I have to work for it... which is exhausting. This type of love can also lead me down the path of trying to manipulate those around me... LAME! I know that I want unconditional love, but I do enjoy feeling as though I earned the love I am receiving. If I haven't earned it... then I don't have control over it... that's scary. Wow... I love when my God reveals his heart to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on that later... I'm off to bed. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-3653580374984894621?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/3653580374984894621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=3653580374984894621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/3653580374984894621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/3653580374984894621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/unconditional.html' title='Unconditional'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SaTgBZGfZbI/AAAAAAAAAec/z5H8m2ya4FU/s72-c/Patricks+Point+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-9025899635472601145</id><published>2009-02-20T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:07:22.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flood of Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SZ-Z4KLPYkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-AnLzr6EZ_M/s1600-h/IMG_4528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SZ-Z4KLPYkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-AnLzr6EZ_M/s200/IMG_4528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305128076148957762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally exhausted tonight, but I really feel the need to put some stuff out there. Hopefully it makes sense. If it doesn't I will just have to be blessed by your grace! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very alone right now. I think that it is something that most women feel... A LOT. It has nothing to do with the people in my life. Michael is amazing as ever, but there is this sense of loneliness that has been creeping up on me this week. This feeling smacked me across the face tonight and I broke down in tears. I HATE crying. It makes me angry to even think about it. I still have very little desire to be vulnerable in this way. It seems as though Friday is having this effect on me for multiple occasions for some reason. On Fridays I cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I cried on the phone to my boyfriend... while he was at work... and someone had to walk out of the room so he could talk to me. GREAT! If I didn't feel cruddy enough some random person now knows that I have taken to this bizarre ritual of falling apart on Fridays. I want him to rescue me, he wants to rescue me, but we both know that he's not what I'm looking for. It sucks. I wish that he was. I hang up with him and I feel even more vulnerable then before (which isn't particularly a good thing in my opinion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I headed out the door to visit my Grammy. It hurts too much to even talk about this... blah. I get there and I start crying again... and there are people there... friends of hers. I head upstairs and lock myself in the bathroom trying to pull it together until my presence is required at dinner. Those are my last tears of the night. I enjoy my time with them, but there seemed to be such a hardness wrapped around my heart. I think I almost prefer the tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home. I don't know what God is doing right now in my life and I don't really feel like I need to know... at least in this exact moment. I don't even know if the tears are from him or the enemy. It's messy. Very messy. I am confident that these tears are bringing me where I need to be though. Old patterns are being uprooted and healing is taking place in my heart. I'm learning to rest and cry in my Daddy's arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-9025899635472601145?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/9025899635472601145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=9025899635472601145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/9025899635472601145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/9025899635472601145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/flood-of-tears.html' title='A Flood of Tears'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SZ-Z4KLPYkI/AAAAAAAAAeE/-AnLzr6EZ_M/s72-c/IMG_4528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-135605823610314146</id><published>2009-02-12T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:10:38.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for Love</title><content type='html'>It's insanity to run from God and search for love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-135605823610314146?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/135605823610314146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=135605823610314146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/135605823610314146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/135605823610314146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/searching-for-love.html' title='Searching for Love'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-4435751433189358288</id><published>2009-02-10T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:49:01.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aim</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Whenever there was an opportunity for it, one had to give them a why -- an aim -- for their lives in order to strengthen them to bear the terrible &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; of their existence. Woe to him who saw no more sense in his life, no aim, no purpose, and therefore no point in carrying on. He was soon lost."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Viktor Frankl, a survivor of the Nazi concentration camps of WWII&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-4435751433189358288?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4435751433189358288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=4435751433189358288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4435751433189358288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4435751433189358288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/aim.html' title='Aim'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-8301869471455552605</id><published>2009-02-08T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:12:22.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust and Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SY_HQF9gJcI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DAzQOBAifcw/s1600-h/San+Francisco+127.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/_atqhlDLMTfI/SY_HQF9gJcI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DAzQOBAifcw/s320/San+Francisco+127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300674365730334146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;We worry about paying the bills, but never worry about having air to breathe. But really which one is more critical to life?&lt;br /&gt;-Erwin Macmanus&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is amazing. I'm learning to trust Him more each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized something more about my passion and purpose in life tonight. I have a desire to help others see what they are best at. Have you ever taken a Strengths Test? It's a really cool test that helps you to discover your strengths. I took mine a while ago and discovered that my top 5 strengths are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harmony&lt;br /&gt;Individualization&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility&lt;br /&gt;Maximizer&lt;br /&gt;Context&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By realizing my strengths I am begin to see the purpose God has for my life a little bit more clearly. I have this combination of strengths because that is what God wanted me to have. I could go into more detail... but I want to start my week off right and get to bed! If you haven't taken a strengths test I would highly recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SY_Ik7Zb3vI/AAAAAAAAAcs/wVMksgAL_M8/s1600-h/41L1hjAB2qL._SL500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SY_Ik7Zb3vI/AAAAAAAAAcs/wVMksgAL_M8/s200/41L1hjAB2qL._SL500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300675823183585010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-8301869471455552605?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8301869471455552605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=8301869471455552605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/8301869471455552605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/8301869471455552605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/trust-and-strength.html' title='Trust and Strength'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SY_HQF9gJcI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DAzQOBAifcw/s72-c/San+Francisco+127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-6601064362533671498</id><published>2009-02-07T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T07:14:52.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vulnerable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SY2kGFJrYZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Yhtkt8OfAa8/s1600-h/DSC00053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SY2kGFJrYZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Yhtkt8OfAa8/s320/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300072760853881234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being vulnerable. I hate asking for things. I hate putting my fragile heart on a platter and allowing someone else to decide what to do with it. What if they mistreat it? What if they ignore it? Then I have my excuse to push them away and never be vulnerable again. Why am I allowing someone else to have control of MY vulnerability?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a messy week. My heart is hurting. God and I have been tearing down some of the walls I have around my heart and it hasn't felt very nice. I don't know what to do, I feel very exposed. It doesn't help that not very many people know how to handle me in this freshly peeled state. Things that normally wouldn't bother me, hurt me in a whole new way. Things that do bother me are capable of bringing me into hysterical tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it's a mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-6601064362533671498?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6601064362533671498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=6601064362533671498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6601064362533671498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6601064362533671498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/vulnerable.html' title='Vulnerable'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SY2kGFJrYZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Yhtkt8OfAa8/s72-c/DSC00053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-2403276101729269322</id><published>2009-02-05T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T21:11:42.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Figured It Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SYvF3cYM1fI/AAAAAAAAAbs/eu1FTJq48WE/s1600-h/180933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SYvF3cYM1fI/AAAAAAAAAbs/eu1FTJq48WE/s320/180933.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299546942832694770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright, so this has been a really tough week for me. I have been completely unmotivated in my exercise routine... and I have wanted to eat everything. I haven't eaten EVERYTHING, but I did break down and have a chili dog last night. I know... blah... BUT right now I'm totally excited because I figured out what "it" is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't exercise over the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have started losing weight I have exercised every day or at least every other day. When I went out of town for the weekend I went THREE days without working out. My body didn't like that. Isn't that awesome? My body craves working out... it needs it... I am so excited to know what in the world this funk has been about for the last week. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-2403276101729269322?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2403276101729269322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=2403276101729269322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2403276101729269322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2403276101729269322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/figured-it-out.html' title='Figured It Out'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SYvF3cYM1fI/AAAAAAAAAbs/eu1FTJq48WE/s72-c/180933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-7557659908519607688</id><published>2009-01-28T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:47:55.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growth'/><title type='text'>Identity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SYCrtrWJ_0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/QBnBiwXj6qM/s1600-h/woman_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SYCrtrWJ_0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/QBnBiwXj6qM/s320/woman_sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296421963005820738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am searching for the answer to the grandest question of all time: Who am I? It's a journey that has led me to some pretty intense realizations. This is a really hard question for me to answer, because I typically answer it with: Who do &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; want me to be? I allow for others to define who I am. I don't react based on the truths that I hold within myself... I react based on what I believe others want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been stretching myself in so many directions, that it's not surprising that there aren't very many people who know me well at the moment. I am experimenting. I'm testing things out and trying to figure out what it is that I really want, I'm pursuing my future. I'm not really sure what that looks like at the moment, but I want to though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I allow myself to get so caught up in "self-improvement". There are so many things that I want to change about my life. So many things that I want to do with this amazing life God has given me... I just take step after step in that new direction. I'll read books, change habits, restructure priorities. I'm a practical person and those are all practical ways to obtain change. I am a goal setter, which is totally good. I see the goal in front of me and then I start figuring out the steps it will take for me to get there. I have a lot going on right now... lots of goals... lots of steps... I'm getting there, but it's exhausting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more then a practical change in my life! I want a change that is only capable through God. Which means doing something that makes no sense to me... being still. Being still and just resting and spending time with Him. He is capable of changing my heart in every way. Goodness... he can give me a NEW heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-7557659908519607688?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7557659908519607688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=7557659908519607688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/7557659908519607688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/7557659908519607688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/identity.html' title='Identity'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SYCrtrWJ_0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/QBnBiwXj6qM/s72-c/woman_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-8169854251721278102</id><published>2009-01-22T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:46:31.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><title type='text'>The King and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SXjfuHiqvmI/AAAAAAAAAag/E9u2V7cOGyI/s1600-h/bk_double_cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SXjfuHiqvmI/AAAAAAAAAag/E9u2V7cOGyI/s320/bk_double_cheese.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294227345365450338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing really well eating healthier... but last night I went to Burger King. I was on my dinner break from my night class, I needed to pick up a game called "Settlers of Catan" for Michael's birthday party (which they only sell at Barnes and Noble apparently), I had skipped lunch so I could make it to my Dad's work birthday party, the clock was ticking, and I was desperate for quick hunger relief. So I went to the drive through at Burger King. It was nasty... I was starving... and it made me sick. I don't think you'll catch me with a greasy burger anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I'm sick. It's really lame. I'm trying to get healthy. Pray people. Pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-8169854251721278102?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8169854251721278102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=8169854251721278102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/8169854251721278102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/8169854251721278102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/king-and-i.html' title='The King and I'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SXjfuHiqvmI/AAAAAAAAAag/E9u2V7cOGyI/s72-c/bk_double_cheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-4079278313765550997</id><published>2009-01-19T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:46:17.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>Why Church?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SXUEQDKVmnI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/jrf-Pu59Wvs/s1600-h/2452014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SXUEQDKVmnI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/jrf-Pu59Wvs/s320/2452014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293141610816969330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been regularly attending Bethel Church for close a year now. It is an amazing fellowship that I have really been blessed to attend. The past couple of weeks I have really been struggling with attending church for some reason. With everything that has been keeping me busy lately it has just felt like another thing on my list of "to do" items. I really was looking for some inspiration to refuel my fire and I came across the following article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A Church goer wrote a letter to the editor of the newspaper and complained that it made no sense to go to church every Sunday."I've gone for 30 years now," he wrote, "and in that time I have heard something like 3,000 sermons. But for the life of me I can't remember a single one of them. So I think I'm wasting my time and the pastors are wasting theirs by giving sermons at all."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This started a real controversy in the "Letters to the Editor" column, much to the delight of the editor. It went on for weeks until someone wrote this clincher:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I've been married for 30 years now. In that time my wife has cooked some 32,000 meals. But for the life of me, I cannot recall what the menu was for a single one of those meals. But I do know this: they all nourished me and gave me the strength I needed to do my work. If my wife had not given me those meals, I would be dead today."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No comments were made on the sermon contents anymore.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-4079278313765550997?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4079278313765550997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=4079278313765550997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4079278313765550997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4079278313765550997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-church.html' title='Why Church?'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SXUEQDKVmnI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/jrf-Pu59Wvs/s72-c/2452014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-2269828859008353990</id><published>2009-01-19T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:45:54.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><title type='text'>Update on my Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SXS9D8LsuNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/b80fU7gaE5Q/s1600-h/pump-incline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SXS9D8LsuNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/b80fU7gaE5Q/s200/pump-incline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293063337459628242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little bit of an update on my resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Create a budget.&lt;/span&gt; I have been able to create a manageable budget by using cash and checks more and keeping track of my receipts. &lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Create and sustain a healthy lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt; I go to the gym practically EVERY day. I was there at 5:30am this morning. Since I have started I have lost a total of 9.7 pounds! I won the Biggest Loser competition this week AND I've beaten Michael in our weight loss challenge for 2 weeks in a row! &lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Manage my home.&lt;/span&gt; I am really impressed with myself in this area. It's not an easy thing for me, but I've been doing it! I haven't been perfect, but I've stayed on top of everything and kept it manageable... yes even laundry.  &lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Discover more about who I am, what I want, and what my passion is.&lt;/span&gt; I've been reading and pursuing this... it's getting good... I'll share more later. &lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Healthy relationships.&lt;/span&gt; Totally moving forward... I'm working on vulnerability right now. &lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Get Married.&lt;/span&gt; I have a ring on that "special" finger. Ha! Which has thrown everyone for a loop, but it's really just a ring that my Daddy and Grammy gave me for my 21st birthday. I normally wear it on the other hand, but my ASL class makes it uncomfortable to wear on my right hand right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-2269828859008353990?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2269828859008353990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=2269828859008353990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2269828859008353990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2269828859008353990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/update-on-my-resolutions.html' title='Update on my Resolutions'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SXS9D8LsuNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/b80fU7gaE5Q/s72-c/pump-incline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-979202359164442142</id><published>2009-01-17T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:45:42.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Mentor, Friend, and Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SXJGNGu1Z8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/xL25qrzQmPs/s1600-h/Rachel+Santa+Cruz+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SXJGNGu1Z8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/xL25qrzQmPs/s320/Rachel+Santa+Cruz+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292369703073048514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life I am searching for three different types of relationships with women. I am looking for someone to whom I can look up to, who can pour into me, and challenge me to push harder... a mentor. I am looking for someone who is experiencing all of this right by my side and who I can be challenged by as well as challenge... a friend. Finally, I am looking for someone that I can pour into... a student. These aren't the only relationships that I have, but they are the relationships that I am searching for in order to help me discover more about who I am and what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very dear and forever friend Erynn came up to visit me last night. She is my "friend" in this journey that I am taking right now. God placed that wonderful woman in my life 15 years ago... is that right? Goodness gracious... she is the longest friend that I have ever had. I invited her up to spend some time with me and it was absolutely incredible getting to connect with someone who is right at my level. Erynn has always had a very parallel life to my own. It is very different in countless way, but God has a way of pulling us through some of the same issues at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SXJGxnyc1sI/AAAAAAAAAY0/G6UrIeSDUD0/s1600-h/Rachel+Santa+Cruz+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SXJGxnyc1sI/AAAAAAAAAY0/G6UrIeSDUD0/s200/Rachel+Santa+Cruz+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292370330421876418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SXJHJSq0g0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/aOOx8o5TOTc/s1600-h/Rachel+Santa+Cruz+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SXJHJSq0g0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/aOOx8o5TOTc/s200/Rachel+Santa+Cruz+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292370737069589314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I got to spend time with my friend. Last night we went for Thai food, gelato (at Sweet Spot... if you haven't gone you totally should go it's delish and healthier than ice cream!), and then came back to my house painted pictures, drank wine, did face masks, and talked. Then this morning we went to a yoga class and out to a yummy lunch at Cheesecakes Unlimited. Needless to say it completely restored me after a busy week. It is so nice to be able to have someone in my life who truly knows who I am. It is marvelous being able to share something and have her be able to immediately relate to it. I am so happy that I have my friend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's only a portion of my journey though. I tend to surround myself with lots of "student" relationships. It's where I feel though most comfortable. There is a part of my codependent behavior that pops up and makes me feel more comfortable when I am "needed". It's been exciting to get to pour into the women in my life, with all of the new and wonderful things that I have been learning. I think that this desire is good and given to me by God to accomplish many amazing things, but I also think that it can be extremely unhealthy for me if I don't keep these relationships in balance. I get so caught up in sharing with these women what is going on in my life, and challenging them... that I forget that they didn't ask to be challenged by me. It's a delicate balance for me at the moment and I don't think that I am ready to be committed to being a mentor for anyone at the moment. I'm not worried about it though... I know that when I am where God wants me to be he will place those women in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there leaves the relationship that I have been having the most difficult time obtaining: a mentor. Just the idea of it gives me a little bit of a shudder. To place someone in an authoritative role in my life, because they have something in their life that I want. It places me in uncomfortable position, because I become the one who is needing something. There is a part of me that thinks that there is something fundamentally wrong with that... I'm the one that is supposed to be needed... right? I think that may be part of the reason that I have had such a difficult time finding a mentor. It makes me vulnerable... which is scary. I want to grow though. I want to be able to see what it is that I want and have someone who knows first hand and is able to advise me on how to get it. I keep praying and praying and I know that God will bring her into my life someday... hopefully sooner then later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-979202359164442142?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/979202359164442142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=979202359164442142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/979202359164442142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/979202359164442142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/mentor-friend-and-student.html' title='Mentor, Friend, and Student'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SXJGNGu1Z8I/AAAAAAAAAYs/xL25qrzQmPs/s72-c/Rachel+Santa+Cruz+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-5574414575017704344</id><published>2009-01-15T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:45:25.552-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Good, Better, Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SW_FdqG4e4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZY-6z5jSxIk/s1600-h/2007042901411301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SW_FdqG4e4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZY-6z5jSxIk/s320/2007042901411301.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291665200493656962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good, Better, Best" is something that my Dad frequently says to describe office furniture. Everything we have to offer at Scarbrough Office Design is good, better, or the best. Basically there is nothing bad. We choose to carry lines that are quality and we carry that quality in a variety of price ranges. The Good is our least expensive, Better is our mid-range, and Best is our top of the line products. All of them are products that we feel are worth putting our name behind. Whether it is "Good, Better, or Best" we want for Scarbrough Office Design to represent quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how that philosophy is applying to me as I continue to make changes and improvements in my life. God is good. EVERYTHING he made is good and of high quality. Including me... with all of my faults, flaws, and sins the place where I get to start is "good". There is nothing bad or disappointing about that, God creates high quality... and I am blessed to be a part of that... his creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... that's Part 1... now here's Part 2. Is that good enough for me? Is that what I want? Nope. I want to be the "best". I know that sounds incredibly competitive, but it's not even about competition. It's about being the best... me... which isn't something I would be able to compete with anyone... because it's me... duh. Now wanting to be the best sounds like a lot of pressure, right? It sounds as though it would be like trying to achieve perfection or some nonsense like that... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope... it's a process. Sometimes I'll choose better then what I normally would and that's a step in the right direction. There will be times when I will have to be satisfied with being good, which is pretty amazing in itself. However, if I'm always trying to figure out what my best is... then I will be the best. Just being aware of what that looks like is a huge deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning new things about myself all the time and I've been spending a lot of my time and energy trying to figure out what I am most passionate about. I want purpose for my life in everything that I do. I love goals. I want to have that big all encompassing goal that is the basis for all the smaller ones. I haven't figured it out yet, but I'm getting there. I'm moving from good, to better, and I will get to best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-5574414575017704344?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5574414575017704344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=5574414575017704344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5574414575017704344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5574414575017704344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-better-best.html' title='Good, Better, Best'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SW_FdqG4e4I/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZY-6z5jSxIk/s72-c/2007042901411301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-5101278974839284999</id><published>2009-01-08T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:44:50.119-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Refining my heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SWaRI7Jrn5I/AAAAAAAAAWs/PwpbNhY35kg/s1600-h/purity-lemon-label--tustin-ca.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/_atqhlDLMTfI/SWaRI7Jrn5I/AAAAAAAAAWs/PwpbNhY35kg/s320/purity-lemon-label--tustin-ca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289074394896506770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an emotional eater. It is so hard to admit that. These past few days I have had a lot of things going on in my life. The same things that are typically there... but I have been choosing to eat healthy food instead of eat whatever I want. It sucks. Most of the time I'm not even physically hungry, I just have an emotion going on that makes me want to celebrate or comfort myself. I changed my life about a year and a half ago. I made a commitment to purity and it made quite an impact on me. It was a good change, the problem was that I had removed a lot of unhealthy coping mechanisms and lumped them all into eating instead of fully dealing with what was going on. I have gained at least 20 pounds since then and the thought of giving this up is terrifying to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two days have been really rough on me. I am an emotional mess and I even have a hard time smiling. I love to smile... this is not me. All of those emotions that I have shoved down with food are all bubbling up to the surface. I have to give this to God, because if I don't I will just end up as a floundering mess. I am a floundering mess... haha... let's get real now. I've been super moody and unavailable to the people I love, I hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to just stay locked in my house right now and avoid everything and everyone. I have been going to the gym daily... and I over strained myself with the trainer on Tuesday and my muscles are hurting... seriously hurting. It makes me so sad that I allowed for my body to get to this point. I'm a beautiful girl that just happens to have a layer of fat that's distracting from my true beauty a bit. That's not okay with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr... I seem to have so much anger and sadness pouring out of me right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through a refining process. A heart refining process and to be honest it is quite painful. It won't last forever though... and it will be a pretty amazing heart to have once all is said and done. It's already a pretty amazing heart... it just needs to work through some of this stuff right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-5101278974839284999?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5101278974839284999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=5101278974839284999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5101278974839284999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5101278974839284999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/refining-my-heart.html' title='Refining my heart...'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SWaRI7Jrn5I/AAAAAAAAAWs/PwpbNhY35kg/s72-c/purity-lemon-label--tustin-ca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-5825746989124989872</id><published>2009-01-03T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:44:20.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><title type='text'>2009... here we go baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SV-y4L-UWZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-xbmCJ44OLQ/s1600-h/yoga-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SV-y4L-UWZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-xbmCJ44OLQ/s320/yoga-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287141165912840594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a New Year!!! How exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year Resolutions... here we go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Create a budget. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ever since I have been in control of my own finances.. I pretty much spend money when I want to. I want to take responsibility for my spending and create an environment that makes saving a priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Create and sustain a healthy lifestyle. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yep... this means healthy eating and exercise. Yuk. Haha. I'm joining in with the Bridge Community Church Biggest Loser Competition, joining Sun Oaks today, and I have a private competition with Michael going on. Good ol' competition hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Manage my home.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;That means keeping the actual house clean, being consistent with my kids, and getting my laundry put away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Discover more about who I am, what I want, and what my passion is. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I've started going to school (I got another A!) to pursue my degree in psychology. I want to figure out what I want out of the rest of my everyday life. I want to discover my purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Healthy relationships. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I started this goal last year, but why not just continue it on. I'm off to a good start with quite a few of my friends and family members... but I still have a ways to go. It's amazing being able to pursue this goal daily with Michael and the kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Get Married. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Haha jk jk... I threw that one in there for my Daddy. While things with Michael are going PHENOMENALLY I love him very much and would love to be able to commit to him I still have things I need to figure out before I would be able to marry him. Like... meeting these resolutions head on and creating a support system of women in my life. I pretty much suck at relationships with women... and I need to change that in order to have a healthy relationship with a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... that's where I'm at... I'm going to head to the gym and sign up this morning. I'm really excited to get this all started. One day at a time. It's taken me a long time to build up all of these unhealthy patterns and mindsets. It's going to take a while to change them. I'm committed to doing this though. I surrender my life once more to God... give me the strength and direction to take on these challenges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-5825746989124989872?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5825746989124989872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=5825746989124989872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5825746989124989872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5825746989124989872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-here-we-go-baby.html' title='2009... here we go baby!'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SV-y4L-UWZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-xbmCJ44OLQ/s72-c/yoga-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-885793660890077330</id><published>2008-12-11T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:44:03.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><title type='text'>First Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SUHvfWY8QsI/AAAAAAAAAUI/CFpC7gtFOBg/s1600-h/204320.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SUHvfWY8QsI/AAAAAAAAAUI/CFpC7gtFOBg/s400/204320.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian pulled out his first tooth tonight! He did it himself. I am so proud of him, Michael helped him tie a string around the tooth... and then he pulled it out himself. I can remember when that first tooth came in... awwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... how much is the tooth fairy giving out these days???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-885793660890077330?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/885793660890077330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=885793660890077330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/885793660890077330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/885793660890077330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-tooth.html' title='First Tooth'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SUHvfWY8QsI/AAAAAAAAAUI/CFpC7gtFOBg/s72-c/204320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-8456925979313247749</id><published>2008-12-08T21:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:43:47.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>My A+</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks have been absolutely hectic! I am a full time student... and I FEEL like a full time student. I have AMAZING news to report though. I aced my class out at Shasta College! Not only did I get an A, I got a 99.37% in the entire class!!! I am so extremely stoked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/ST4FNSiW_EI/AAAAAAAAASs/qtXxjP0lQlA/s1600-h/SCOnlineLogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 41px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/ST4FNSiW_EI/AAAAAAAAASs/qtXxjP0lQlA/s320/SCOnlineLogo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277661539197189186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to strive hard and get good grades. It's pretty important to me, but with everything else going on right now... good grades are definitely not at the top of my list. I've been getting all B's in my classes at National (yes I took classes at National and Shasta at the same time). A couple B+'s but B's all the same. I know that's great... right? I work full time, I'm a single mom, I have a boyfriend who I want to keep around, and I am taking full time classes which I get B's in. It was just really nice to be able to get that A+!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. there is so much going on and I have so much new stuff that I have been learning and I would love to share. Honestly the only reason I have time to blog right now is because my teacher let me out of class early tonight. AND there are other things I want to get done before bed... so for now I will have to save the rest for later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-8456925979313247749?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8456925979313247749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=8456925979313247749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/8456925979313247749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/8456925979313247749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/12/my.html' title='My A+'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/ST4FNSiW_EI/AAAAAAAAASs/qtXxjP0lQlA/s72-c/SCOnlineLogo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-2641694725592114911</id><published>2008-11-20T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:42:41.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael'/><title type='text'>God is Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SSY9biiaW3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/0JsS7OpSN0Y/s1600-h/IMG_4429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SSY9biiaW3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/0JsS7OpSN0Y/s320/IMG_4429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270967957220645746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... so God has just been blessing my socks off lately. Yes, there has been some pretty tough stuff that has headed my way. The thing is God has been taking care of me through all of it. It blows me away... all of the little things that he has done for me to help renew my faith in his blessings. God is good all the time and especially in the tough times. So... I am sitting here counting my blessings and it just brings a HUGE smile to my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really been struggling with my Papa not being around lately. I had some pretty intense dreams with him in them... and it just hurts to not have him here with us anymore. Adjusting to the changes in the family have been hard, but I have a feeling that this next year will be easier for all of us. I know that we will still miss my Papa terribly, but it become easier as we adjust to the idea of it all. Most days it still just feels like it couldn't possibly be true. Honestly, I have been totally freaking out about the holidays... uck... lame... I really just need to place the whole thing in God's hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to talk to my AMAZING boyfriend Michael tonight. I have sure missed him since he started his new job. Lately though I have realized all of the wonderful things that this has been challenging us with in our relationship. The growth we have experienced already has been mind blowing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to blog anymore... so I won't... I have some more school assignments to get done before the weekend. My final is on Saturday and my next class starts on Monday (it's an on campus class so please pray for God to continue to reveal himself to me). I sure need him through all of this. Even now I can feel his Holy Spirit with me... phenomenal peace... ahhhhhh.... God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-2641694725592114911?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2641694725592114911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=2641694725592114911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2641694725592114911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2641694725592114911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/11/god-is-good.html' title='God is Good'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SSY9biiaW3I/AAAAAAAAAR0/0JsS7OpSN0Y/s72-c/IMG_4429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-4521731529883638547</id><published>2008-11-09T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:42:00.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prepare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael'/><title type='text'>New-ness</title><content type='html'>A new challenge lies ahead and I am a bit nervous about it all. We are entering a new season yet again. Michael is starting his new job at Simpson tomorrow and I am so excited for him! I know that God has AMAZING things for him there. There is a part of me that is scared about it though. I have really been blessed by getting to spend so much time with Michael. Our schedules have been busy, but we were given time to connect on a regular basis. This next month is going to be challenging and is going to stretch us both as he juggles his new job and wrapping up his business. While I focus on keeping my life running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so much better when he is with me.. it is going to be tough to have to share him with all of these new people and responsibilities. We will make it through it though. I choose to surrender our relationship to God once again and trust that he is going to bring us even closer through these new experiences. I sure love my God... he is so good to me! Michael is such a great example of that goodness... I really am able to see how much God loves me, he would have to think the world of me to put a man like Michael in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough mushiness... lol. In my personal life God has really been beginning to reveal to me some of the areas that he wants to use me. He is preparing my heart for the things ahead. It is scary and some of it involves some tough issues that I would rather not face, but once again I have faith that he will bring me through. I am discovering my joy all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-4521731529883638547?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4521731529883638547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=4521731529883638547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4521731529883638547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4521731529883638547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-ness.html' title='New-ness'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-66380895172742858</id><published>2008-11-05T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:41:25.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Election 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SRGtYvFEtII/AAAAAAAAANg/PLkDK9TPH4k/s1600-h/small_obama_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SRGtYvFEtII/AAAAAAAAANg/PLkDK9TPH4k/s320/small_obama_image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265180079839032450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Obama is our next President. I am definitely disappointed in the outcome of the election and am very nervous about the result that this will have for our country. However, I have to chosen to keep an open mind and trust the will of God. God is still in control of my life... even if Obama *sigh* is in the White House. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the other issues that were important to me this year will have better results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking at the unofficial votes, I find it difficult to believe that Proposition 4 (Parental Notification about Abortions) did not pass. Lame. At least our state was able to vote yes on Proposition 8. There is some hope after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-66380895172742858?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/66380895172742858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=66380895172742858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/66380895172742858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/66380895172742858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-08.html' title='Election 08'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SRGtYvFEtII/AAAAAAAAANg/PLkDK9TPH4k/s72-c/small_obama_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-7851480201723497323</id><published>2008-11-03T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:41:11.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stubborness'/><title type='text'>The Wilderness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SQ-4qdcb5SI/AAAAAAAAANY/d2PL6bbOqnA/s1600-h/desert2_OPT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SQ-4qdcb5SI/AAAAAAAAANY/d2PL6bbOqnA/s320/desert2_OPT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264629529017312546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;God showed me that the Israelites stayed in the wilderness because they had a "wilderness mentality" -- certain types of wrong thinking kept them in bondage. &lt;br /&gt;- Joyce Meyer&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really been stuck in the wilderness lately... and I definitely do not want to stay here for forty years. It is challenging to attempt to change my mindset, the devil has despised my efforts and is throwing down just about everything that he has to stop me. He wants to keep me stuck AND I feel stuck... and I HATE it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately though I have been realizing more clearly something that I have known all along, the victory in my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;, my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;, and my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt; all belong to God! It is as simple as that! All I have to do is continue to surrender to him. **ha I use the term "all" lightly.. surrender is no easy task in my world**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has challenged me the past few days with some serious issues that I need to surrender to him. Honestly, I didn't do a very good job of "getting 'er done" today. Mondays... bleck whatever. I still have a few hours before bed and I am making a commitment to turning this day around... and tomorrow I know that I will be even closer to the purpose God has planned for my life. I know it is a big one. There wouldn't be such a great struggle if there weren't such great blessings to come. =)I claim the victory of my Lord and Saviour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for always leading me through the wilderness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-7851480201723497323?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7851480201723497323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=7851480201723497323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/7851480201723497323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/7851480201723497323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/11/wilderness.html' title='The Wilderness'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SQ-4qdcb5SI/AAAAAAAAANY/d2PL6bbOqnA/s72-c/desert2_OPT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-854459174111732122</id><published>2008-10-30T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:40:37.170-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Learning</title><content type='html'>These are the things that I have been learning lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Relationships are always more important then projects. &lt;br /&gt;- I can't take responsibility for other people's lives. &lt;br /&gt;- I HAVE to take responsibility for MY life. &lt;br /&gt;- I HATE biology. Scientific study... whoa boy that's lameness. &lt;br /&gt;- Just because I am a leader, doesn't mean I have to control everything. &lt;br /&gt;- My heart will be restored, it just takes time.&lt;br /&gt;- God wants me to trust him... so he can bless me.... as my faith grows... so will the blessings. &lt;---- I LOVE that one =)&lt;br /&gt;- Listening includes asking questions, not sharing personal experiences. &lt;br /&gt;- I really should get back to my reading.&lt;br /&gt;- My new task chair is the COOLEST chair EVER! See pic below =) =) =) Except for mine is in RED!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SQp77zTZ1PI/AAAAAAAAANQ/UalZnH7hT7A/s1600-h/Freedom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SQp77zTZ1PI/AAAAAAAAANQ/UalZnH7hT7A/s320/Freedom.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263155381849937138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-854459174111732122?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/854459174111732122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=854459174111732122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/854459174111732122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/854459174111732122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/10/learning.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SQp77zTZ1PI/AAAAAAAAANQ/UalZnH7hT7A/s72-c/Freedom.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-6190735034257595221</id><published>2008-10-23T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:39:46.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Education and Restoration</title><content type='html'>I have decided to write a blog... on what I'm not sure yet... we'll just have to see what happens. I just got done doing some of my homework for my Sociology class. Wow.. so I'm not a huge fan of Sociology... a little bit too much of a liberal socialistic perspective then I care to put up with... we are talking hundreds and hundreds of pages of a perspective that just sounds plain whiny to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did get me thinking tonight about education though. I think that our public educational system is one thing in this country that should be equal across the board... for EVERY child. It's not. Since this doesn't directly effect me (because I live in a school district that has an AMAZING public school system) it is difficult to dwell on this too much. It breaks my heart though that there are so many children that aren't given an equal opportunity because they live in a district that has low funding for their schools. I really hope that one day in America we will wake up and realize how important education is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... change of subject... I have been facing some past hurts... still. There are a lot of them I guess. WHATEVER. Anyhow, I am beginning to face up to some issues that are incredibly painful for me... but I am doing it! Be proud of me. Have you ever heard of soul ties? That's the main issue I am facing at the moment. I have connected myself through physical and emotional means to people that God did not want me to and now I have this connection to them. LAME. So.. I gave these random people pieces of my heart and now my heart is left broken and connected to all of these people that it shouldn't be. Which leaves me in a place where I need to claim God's restoration in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING!!!! =) Restoration is possible and God has a commitment to restore my heart to me so that I can give it back to him. It is really cool (painful and not easy) but incredible all the same. I just wanted to share about that a little bit. I am going to start reading a book to learn a little bit more about it... and I will probably blog a little bit more about it. Because it is so phenomenal and I would love to share it with anyone who has been in my shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restoration baby!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-6190735034257595221?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6190735034257595221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=6190735034257595221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6190735034257595221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6190735034257595221'/><link 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/&gt;-Aeschylus&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-1702707463598757821?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/1702707463598757821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=1702707463598757821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/1702707463598757821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/1702707463598757821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/10/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-6161601799866592988</id><published>2008-10-13T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:35:24.608-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Salinas Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SPQA2txKKOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TmUvOXvOXdQ/s1600-h/2008-10+Salinas+Trip+030.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SPQA2txKKOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TmUvOXvOXdQ/s320/2008-10+Salinas+Trip+030.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SPQA2hR_6zI/AAAAAAAAAMo/e_4LjENGBOI/s1600-h/2008-10+Salinas+Trip+031.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SPQA2hR_6zI/AAAAAAAAAMo/e_4LjENGBOI/s320/2008-10+Salinas+Trip+031.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SPQA2-KqRnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lftf2SQZQHs/s1600-h/2008-10+Salinas+Trip+045.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SPQA2-KqRnI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lftf2SQZQHs/s320/2008-10+Salinas+Trip+045.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SPQA3A5AEDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/_Y0Yx4VeUWM/s1600-h/P1000474.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SPQA3A5AEDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/_Y0Yx4VeUWM/s320/P1000474.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&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/6371932790268065164-6161601799866592988?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6161601799866592988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=6161601799866592988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6161601799866592988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6161601799866592988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/10/salinas-trip.html' title='Salinas Trip'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SPQA2txKKOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TmUvOXvOXdQ/s72-c/2008-10+Salinas+Trip+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-2365838636205970888</id><published>2008-10-13T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:34:59.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Headed Out of Town</title><content type='html'>I really am excited to share a little bit about the amazing weekend I had with Michael when we visited Grammy and Leroy in Salinas this past weekend. They showed us around town and we even got to spend some time in Monterey and Carmel. Here are a few of my favorite pictures from our trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SPP_3VpRHOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xY4C7HLAvDU/s1600-h/2008-10+Salinas+Trip+004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SPP_3VpRHOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xY4C7HLAvDU/s320/2008-10+Salinas+Trip+004.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SPP_3jYwk2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/8sFF9OL6btg/s1600-h/2008-10+Salinas+Trip+009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SPP_3jYwk2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/8sFF9OL6btg/s320/2008-10+Salinas+Trip+009.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SPP_3w7rVwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3IdRUJrz0Hk/s1600-h/2008-10+Salinas+Trip+010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SPP_3w7rVwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3IdRUJrz0Hk/s320/2008-10+Salinas+Trip+010.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SPP_4HS5TCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/dYVMco3WuWk/s1600-h/2008-10+Salinas+Trip+018.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SPP_4HS5TCI/AAAAAAAAAMY/dYVMco3WuWk/s320/2008-10+Salinas+Trip+018.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://localhost:1223/28789d4f8b11b83ba85b21ac2f2e9451/image/a222943bbc7d5604.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://localhost:1223/28789d4f8b11b83ba85b21ac2f2e9451/image/a222943bbc7d5604.jpg?size=320' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://localhost:1223/28789d4f8b11b83ba85b21ac2f2e9451/image/817a4b8e11a81cea.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://localhost:1223/28789d4f8b11b83ba85b21ac2f2e9451/image/817a4b8e11a81cea.jpg?size=320' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://localhost:1223/28789d4f8b11b83ba85b21ac2f2e9451/image/a9a0a3dbe6c44559.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://localhost:1223/28789d4f8b11b83ba85b21ac2f2e9451/image/a9a0a3dbe6c44559.jpg?size=320' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://localhost:1223/28789d4f8b11b83ba85b21ac2f2e9451/image/bd007f3dd9a41aa6.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://localhost:1223/28789d4f8b11b83ba85b21ac2f2e9451/image/bd007f3dd9a41aa6.jpg?size=320' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such an amazing time! I was able to reconnect a little bit with my Grammy. I have missed her so much and I really want to be able to find a way to be a part of her new life that she is creating. It hurts and it's new, but I know that it will be wonderful when it happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most stellar thing about my weekend though were the precious memories that I created with Michael. That man... he is the most incredible man... the sweetest man... that man that I am in love with. I won't gush too much about it, but WOW I am such a blessed woman to have God bring a man like that into my life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-2365838636205970888?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2365838636205970888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=2365838636205970888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2365838636205970888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2365838636205970888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/10/headed-out-of-town.html' title='Headed Out of Town'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SPP_3VpRHOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xY4C7HLAvDU/s72-c/2008-10+Salinas+Trip+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-7729774302006230730</id><published>2008-10-13T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:34:29.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Healthy Holidays</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking ahead to the holidays. I love the holidays!!! I'm already pretty stressed about it this year though. Everything is different this year, everything is new. Have I mentioned yet how difficult change is for me? Holidays are a time for family and at this moment I feel like my family has stretched into so many different directions that I don't even know how to begin to handle it all. There is structure and safety, the familiar, the new, and then there is the wild card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wild card in my life is what I am having the most difficulty with right now. I just got off of the phone and I really just need to grrrrr this out at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do the best thing for me during the holidays and expect everyone else in my life to do the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so difficult to accept. I want so much to break myself into a million pieces so that I can be where everyone would like for me to do be. That is just insane though... right? Hah.. oh well... it is my goal to have a happy holiday season full of healthy relationships with my friends and family. I know that if I put it all under God's control it will all be taken care of. I just wish that it wasn't such a darn challenge to keep healthy boundaries!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-7729774302006230730?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7729774302006230730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=7729774302006230730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/7729774302006230730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/7729774302006230730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/10/healthy-holidays.html' title='Healthy Holidays'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-4120302666481295010</id><published>2008-10-06T19:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:34:08.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael'/><title type='text'>Slow Down</title><content type='html'>It can be so difficult for me to take care of myself when I feel so many responsibilities weighing me down. That is my challenge. In the midst of all of the deadlines and expectations, to still find the time to take care of myself. I hate slowing down to actually think about how I am feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I was talking with Michael about all of the things I needed to get done. I have a paper to write, Christian's homework, dinner, reading with the kids, washing some clean socks... the list continues. He helped me to see that the only way that I would be able to effectively get any of that done would be to start the night by taking some time for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a foreign concept!!! I've heard it so many times before and I'm sure that it works great... when you do it. Not so easy to actually do it though. At least for me. I took some time to start my evening, but probably not enough. After I am done here I am going to take some time to just sit and spend time with God. I know that will change my night and make it so much easier to finish taking care of what needs to get done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am like a drowning woman who keeps trying to save herself. I continue to struggle against my rescuer instead of just staying still and allowing them to take care of me. Thank you God for taking care of me... thank you for your patience... your mercy... your blessings... and your grace!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-4120302666481295010?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4120302666481295010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=4120302666481295010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4120302666481295010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4120302666481295010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/10/slow-down.html' title='Slow Down'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-6865215089463012873</id><published>2008-10-02T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:33:31.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surrender'/><title type='text'>The Struggle</title><content type='html'>I am really struggling tonight. I miss my Papa. I want to spend time with him and tell him what is happening in my life. Everywhere I turn I am reminded again how much I miss him. I have been reminded of him so many times the past week and it has been tearing me apart. I long to hear him approve of the choices I am making in my life. I long to just sit in the same room as him and enjoy his presence. I am tired of crying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a selfish spirit rising up in my heart right now. I really need to turn it over to God. This is one of those times where it would be so simple to throw a pity party for myself and stay there as long as possible. I am hurting. I don't want to accept the way things are right now, I would love to deny my sadness. I would love to distract myself and so far that is how I have been facing this, with as many distractions as I can muster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. just now on the radio the song, "It feels like home to me" by Chantal Kreviazuk came on. I miss feeling safe and at home. The only way that I will be able to find the safety and peace that I am looking for is to turn to God. There is no other person or thing that will be able to give me that feeling except for Him. I don't want to admit that is true. I really want to try and find that somewhere else, anywhere else, believe me I have tried. It never works. I only end up hurting myself until I realize that I need to surrender it all to God all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great things are going to happen, I know that they must be right around the corner. I never struggle as much as when God is about to do an AMAZING work in my life. Sabotage I tell you... sabotage... the devil just can't handle it. Whatever. Sucks for him, because I am going to take care of my stuff and fulfill the role God has for me. By just allowing myself to realize that I am preparing myself to fight and win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-6865215089463012873?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6865215089463012873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=6865215089463012873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6865215089463012873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6865215089463012873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/10/struggle.html' title='The Struggle'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-6874382078914757474</id><published>2008-10-01T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:32:48.192-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Freewrite</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CRachel%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CRachel%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"&gt;&lt;link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CRachel%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-priority:99; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0in; 	mso-para-margin-right:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0in; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want to connect and so I search and search, but no connection can be found. I run ahead trying to catch up to my love, but I can never reach him. If only I would just sit and rest, I would be able to see that I am in my beloved’s presence. There is no reason to waste my energy trying to find him, because he has never left me. The more I struggle to see him, the harder it is for me to hear what he is speaking into my life. My heart is changing every day and I still search. I shout out for him to answer me, when my answer has already come. I want to see him in everything. I want to stop trying to do this on my own. Why do I struggle so much against just resting in you? It is so hard to accept that there is nothing that I can do FOR you. There is nothing that I can do to redeem the life of sin that I live. Nothing would ever be enough. You are able to love me because of your grace; it has nothing to do with me. How could God be so good? Everyone else expects so much and the creator of the universe expects nothing. Nothing except for my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isaiah 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Only in returning to me and resting in me will you be saved.In quietness and confidence is your strength.But you would have none of it. So the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; must wait for you to come to him so he can show you his love and compassion.For the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt; is a faithful God.Blessed are those who wait for his help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-6874382078914757474?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6874382078914757474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=6874382078914757474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6874382078914757474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6874382078914757474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/10/freewrite.html' title='Freewrite'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-5020681386818113193</id><published>2008-09-30T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:31:17.343-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Connections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SOLjce8nNdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/f1zSIVWRqSM/s1600-h/P1000465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SOLjce8nNdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/f1zSIVWRqSM/s400/P1000465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252010193950553554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been thinking a lot about my connections with the people around me. I really struggle with trying to stay connected with friends and loved ones and I'm not really sure why. Not to mention how difficult it has been for me to accept new people into my life!!! That is a whole other story in itself. Have I been busy? Absolutely. I don't really consider that an excuse though. I have a pretty full plate with work, school, the kids, and my boyfriend (whom I'm lucky to see throughout the week). I really need to make a better effort to stay connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Jack in the Box this afternoon (ordering a chicken fajita pita, no onions, no fries, and a diet coke) and I actually made the effort to call a friend of mine. She wasn't available, but I had tried. I need to do that more. The reality is that most phone conversations probably wouldn't take very long, but there is something inside of me that resists picking that darn thing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... I'm stuck. I'll have to think about it more tomorrow. Unfortunately my body really wanted a coffee today and I didn't give in to its demands. I am EXHAUSTED!!! I would love to just go to bed, but I know I have some more reading to do before I can make that happen. This schedule is taking a lot out of me, I am really excited about everything that I am getting done, but I really cherish my times of rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-5020681386818113193?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5020681386818113193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=5020681386818113193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5020681386818113193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5020681386818113193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/09/connections.html' title='Connections'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SOLjce8nNdI/AAAAAAAAAK4/f1zSIVWRqSM/s72-c/P1000465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-4683084540055751679</id><published>2008-09-28T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:30:11.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cameran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><title type='text'>Park Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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This is a really busy school week for me and I am about to the point of tears. I have an essay due tonight and I really don't feel as though it is going to be good enough. I can barely form enough rational thought to have a conversation with my dog--- let alone know if my college level essay flows and has proper punctuation. Just the fact that I am attempting to have a conversation with a dog should be a sign of my imbalance at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I need you tonight. I need your strength, help, and guidance. I cannot do this on my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-5485917488577451977?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5485917488577451977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=5485917488577451977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5485917488577451977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5485917488577451977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-2978403443304975594</id><published>2008-09-16T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:28:54.216-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>CHEEEEEESE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SNBN489C_cI/AAAAAAAAAKA/RXNO81xBOtE/s1600-h/camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SNBN489C_cI/AAAAAAAAAKA/RXNO81xBOtE/s200/camera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246779206716816834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally gave up on trying to find my camera and bought myself a new Sony Cyber-shot! I am so excited to go and take some pictures!!! Honestly, the fact that this camera is a rouge totally caught my attention and when the rest of the specs checked out I was pretty stoked. It fit the bill. Hopefully it takes AMAZING pictures... we'll see... I added some pics I took for our first "photo-shoot" when we got home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1343/1ac76bec610413f695f3770bb1095358/image/4bd63c513ee55c47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://localhost:1343/1ac76bec610413f695f3770bb1095358/image/4bd63c513ee55c47.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1343/1ac76bec610413f695f3770bb1095358/image/98105a29f498d34e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://localhost:1343/1ac76bec610413f695f3770bb1095358/image/98105a29f498d34e.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://localhost:1343/1ac76bec610413f695f3770bb1095358/image/d62027398d08dace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://localhost:1343/1ac76bec610413f695f3770bb1095358/image/d62027398d08dace.jpg?size=400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SM3G6geUeiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Sx1XKRE0SAQ/s400/2008-09+Dunsmuir+Waterfalls+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246067849408313890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SM2-cXOVFjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/r4EuhdHpjlA/s1600-h/2008-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SM2-cXOVFjI/AAAAAAAAAJg/r4EuhdHpjlA/s320/2008-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246058535436228146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend the kids went up to my Mom's house and I was so blessed to get to spend (close to) the entire weekend with Michael! We really needed the time to ourselves, especially with as busy as both of our schedules have been. Every moment we spent together I began to realize more and more why I am head over hills in love with that incredible man. I have found a connection to another person that I have never experienced. *sigh* I sure love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I was praying with Michael and I asked God to just pour joy into my life. There has been so much tension and stress lately. My God is so good to me and he delivered. I am at peace with the happenings in my life. I was finally able to surrender to God and place my heavy burdens at his feet. A huge weight has been lifted and I finally feel as though the next phase of my life is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so easy to get caught up in the problems and drama that life is constantly inundating me with. I am so tired of allowing circumstance to dictate my reality. God is in control of my life and he wants to bless me. I am going to start stepping back and allowing him to take over. This entire day... wow... this entire weekend has been an excellent example of how truly wonderful my life can be when I let God take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added some pictures of when Michael and I went up to Dunsmuir this weekend. It was so relaxing and I loved the connection we found there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SM3DQsa1dpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/n2d5lWKRLzk/s1600-h/2008-09+Dunsmuir+Waterfalls+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SM3DQsa1dpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/n2d5lWKRLzk/s320/2008-09+Dunsmuir+Waterfalls+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246063832525534866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SM3FAmRQGiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YoKcXI0mhN0/s1600-h/2008-09+Dunsmuir+Waterfalls+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SM3FAmRQGiI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YoKcXI0mhN0/s320/2008-09+Dunsmuir+Waterfalls+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246065755020073506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-6548909173788029076?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6548909173788029076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=6548909173788029076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6548909173788029076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6548909173788029076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/09/cleaning-house.html' title='J is for Joy'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SM3G6geUeiI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Sx1XKRE0SAQ/s72-c/2008-09+Dunsmuir+Waterfalls+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-6203423551385265060</id><published>2008-09-09T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:27:12.983-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><title type='text'>Green Eggs and Ham</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SMcuWgwOqkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/b0GVKB1SZBs/s1600-h/greeneggs.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SMcuWgwOqkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/b0GVKB1SZBs/s320/greeneggs.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244211255380453954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My son is reading Green Eggs and Ham!!! I am so proud of how smart my little man is. He is growing up so much. I am so incredibly proud of both my kids and all of the new things that they both have been learning at school. I am absolutely glowing... my kids are simply amazing and I love them very much. This is going to be a short blog, because I just can't get enough of them! I want cuddle my babies as much as I can before bedtime... and homework time (ugh).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-6203423551385265060?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6203423551385265060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=6203423551385265060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6203423551385265060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6203423551385265060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/09/green-eggs-and-ham.html' title='Green Eggs and Ham'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SMcuWgwOqkI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/b0GVKB1SZBs/s72-c/greeneggs.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-5878367646366311803</id><published>2008-09-07T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:26:46.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Summary</title><content type='html'>Summarized Update on My Weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-      School. Lots and lots of school work.&lt;br /&gt;-      Kids. Went to the lake today *woot woot*&lt;br /&gt;-      Boyfriend. Michael has been taking care of me, even through my flood of emotions and feelings. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It won't be like this forever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-      Church. Pastor Bill gave an amazing message this morning about how living up to God's law is impossible without grace.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Another reminder that I need to surrender... ok I get it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-      Round Table. Delivers amazing pizza.&lt;br /&gt;-      Life. Messy. I trust God to bring me through this. I have denied a lot of things for a long time and I have been trying to work through those painful memories. Most of the time I feel exhausted and want to give up, but I know that I can make it through this. I want to have honest and open relationships and the only way I can do that is by working through this junk.&lt;br /&gt;-      Water. Hydration is lovely!!!&lt;br /&gt;-      Charlie. Went to the lake today too and needed a shower tonight desperately.&lt;br /&gt;-      Music. My boyfriend makes amazing play lists and right now I am enjoying Soaking by Alberto and Kimberly Rivera.&lt;br /&gt;-      School. Needs to be mentioned again because it takes up the majority of my free time. I love all of the stories I get to read for my Lit class!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahhhh yes and now it is time for bed. Well, a nice glass of ice water and bed. Possibly a nice glass of ice water, a trip to the toilet facilities to disspell excess water, and then to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-5878367646366311803?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5878367646366311803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=5878367646366311803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5878367646366311803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5878367646366311803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/09/summary.html' title='Summary'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-3212157836861737714</id><published>2008-08-30T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:26:07.787-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Sensitivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SLlzj9A3NuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5MnmTOwCvvw/s1600-h/Patricks+Point+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SLlzj9A3NuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5MnmTOwCvvw/s320/Patricks+Point+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240346702933079778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks have been busy and draining. Last night, well, last night was different. I was able to relax and just enjoy the company of my wonderful kids and amazing boyfriend. It was good to just relax and laugh again. Life turns into busy-ness so easily for me. I can run around in circles with the best of them, but when I do that I lose sight of what God wants me to be doing. I am not honoring him with my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still going through the process of learning to listen to my heart, and not distracting myself from how I truly feel. It is still kicking my butt and I realized that one of the reasons I probably stopped listening to how I feel is because I am OVERLY-SENSITIVE and EMPATHETIC. Which means that when someone else feels like crap, I end up feeling like crap too. I don't take control of how I feel, I allow my environment to dictate that for me. Then the other side of that is that my tender heart becomes easily hurt. Throughout my life I learned to protect myself though and I built walls all around me. I learned not to listen to my sensitivity and taught myself to let things roll off my back. I love the idea of "mellow". I wanted that so desperately that I began to deny what my heart was really saying. I became a girl that didn't cry and I saw crying as a weakness. It was awkward and I didn't know what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is cleaning up the mess that I made and it hurts. I've been having to express how I am feeling to the people that I love, even if my head wants to tell me it is ridiculous and I shouldn't feel that way. Well, I do feel that way. I need to honor myself and my feelings by being honest about them. The amazing thing is I am learning to do that simply for myself, and not because I have an expectation of some sort of response from who I'm talking to. It's been great and I am really blessed God is changing this in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added some pictures from our trip to the coast a couple weeks ago. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SLlyH1hLTQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZviSxCnMcCU/s1600-h/Patricks+Point+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SLlyH1hLTQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZviSxCnMcCU/s200/Patricks+Point+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240345120373165314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SLlxtXKIfEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ENv5WU5RJSQ/s1600-h/Patricks+Point+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SLlxtXKIfEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ENv5WU5RJSQ/s200/Patricks+Point+120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240344665546849346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SLlyr4F0uFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/86DAEnyoFQk/s1600-h/Patricks+Point+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SLlyr4F0uFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/86DAEnyoFQk/s200/Patricks+Point+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240345739539036242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-3212157836861737714?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/3212157836861737714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=3212157836861737714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/3212157836861737714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/3212157836861737714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/08/sensitivity.html' title='Sensitivity'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SLlzj9A3NuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5MnmTOwCvvw/s72-c/Patricks+Point+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-4250672422374085832</id><published>2008-08-18T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:24:51.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cameran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SKorvrYaFwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/re2Fyx1T_gw/s1600-h/073711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SKorvrYaFwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/re2Fyx1T_gw/s320/073711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236045614870566658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the life of me I cannot manage to find my camera ANYWHERE!!! It looks as though it may be about time to get a new one. So, the first day if school was today and the kids and I are WIPED OUT! I decided that at the very least I would have to capture the moment with my web cam, which explains our cheesy grins to the left of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameran started her very first day of pre-school. I was so excited for her!!! She is very social and I know that she is going to flourish with all of the new challenges that pre-school will bring her. The teacher said that she had an amazing day, but that she didn't eat very much of her lunch. Let's hope that her appetite returns by tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian acted like an old pro this morning. I am so proud of my boy. He is in 1st grade this year and already he knows the ropes. He has one of his really good buddies in his class and I am so excited for him to have the opportunity to make even more friends this year! Christian is such a little smarty pants. We started a 1st grade workbook at home and he is just flying through it. It is really going to be a fun year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started school today. I am taking an online class out at Shasta College this semester. I'm only taking one class, because I am actually going to be starting at National University next month. It is thrilling to be on the brink of so much book-smarts... but let me just say that my kiddos and I are exhausted. We are dead tired... and a little bit cranky. It will take a while before we are able to get adjusted to our new schedules, but I know that we will get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-4250672422374085832?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4250672422374085832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=4250672422374085832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4250672422374085832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4250672422374085832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SKorvrYaFwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/re2Fyx1T_gw/s72-c/073711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-1056933576502593057</id><published>2008-08-14T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:24:23.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stubborness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growth'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SKRR0wJlDII/AAAAAAAAAIA/T1pp1fmk3IY/s1600-h/Change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SKRR0wJlDII/AAAAAAAAAIA/T1pp1fmk3IY/s320/Change.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234398633631485058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright so maybe my blog last night was a little bit of a distraction from what is really going on with me. It was one of those many, "avoiding listening to my heart" moments. There have been a lot of big changes happening in my life lately. I absolutely HATE change. It makes the extremely stubborn side of myself want to dig in and refuse to accept what is happening. I don't like the unknown... it scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it seems like things have started to shake up in every area of my life. My job, my family, my home, my kids, my friends, my focus... they are all being turned upside down and transformed. I should be excited about the new possibilities. There is a part of me that just wishes everything could have stayed the same though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God loves change. He loves growth. He is transforming me into the woman that he needs for me to be in order to fulfill my destiny. Exciting? Yes. If I allow myself to see it that way. It hurts though, change hurts places in my heart that I would rather not pay attention to. It threatens the security that the familiar brings to the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray that God continues to work his will in my life, despite my stubbornness. Work in my life God, continue to turn my world upside down. I trust you to take care of me in all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SKRUMzSbOYI/AAAAAAAAAII/ID6Px6O6IVo/s1600-h/change1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SKRUMzSbOYI/AAAAAAAAAII/ID6Px6O6IVo/s320/change1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234401245814012290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-1056933576502593057?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/1056933576502593057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=1056933576502593057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/1056933576502593057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/1056933576502593057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/08/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SKRR0wJlDII/AAAAAAAAAIA/T1pp1fmk3IY/s72-c/Change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-8769401311686915121</id><published>2008-08-13T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:23:31.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whine'/><title type='text'>Construction Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SKOdd9dlajI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dYSxiAw_O_M/s1600-h/Danger+Construction+Zone+Ahead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SKOdd9dlajI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dYSxiAw_O_M/s400/Danger+Construction+Zone+Ahead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234200329975065138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired of all the road construction that is happening in Redding!!! Everywhere I turn there is a horrible little man with a stop sign. There's no point in even attempting to wash my car with all the dirt and road particles that I have been trying to drive through everyday. Okay... so  maybe I am being a little bit over-dramatic and whiny... but seriously the torn up road situation that is happening all over town is driving me insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-8769401311686915121?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8769401311686915121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=8769401311686915121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/8769401311686915121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/8769401311686915121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/08/construction-zone.html' title='Construction Zone'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SKOdd9dlajI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dYSxiAw_O_M/s72-c/Danger+Construction+Zone+Ahead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-7544348129122004095</id><published>2008-08-03T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:22:58.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Classics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SJZ2V94wk1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/00V3DQXLXVo/s1600-h/roman-holiday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SJZ2V94wk1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/00V3DQXLXVo/s400/roman-holiday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230498136999367506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This afternoon Michael and I watched Roman Holiday. I have been a huge fan of classic movies for quite some time now. I love them from the bottom of my heart. It is always amusing to me how many of these movies have been remade and I have already seen. There is so much in our culture that is simply re-used over and over again. It can be difficult to see where the true original thought even came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when listening to today's popular music, the majority of it has all been played before. It is simply cut and paste together into something new. I think that it is wonderful that it always seems to find a way to live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love the classics though. The original. It ends up making more sense somehow, and I am able to appreciate the latest version even more. I'm going to end this with a line from Roman Holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to leave you now. I'm going to that corner there and      turn. You must stay in the car and drive away. Promise not to watch me go      beyond the corner. Just drive away and leave me as I leave you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-7544348129122004095?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7544348129122004095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=7544348129122004095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/7544348129122004095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/7544348129122004095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/08/classics.html' title='The Classics'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SJZ2V94wk1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/00V3DQXLXVo/s72-c/roman-holiday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-1661995594867245808</id><published>2008-07-30T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:22:24.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael'/><title type='text'>Heart to Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SJEygv7CbhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ztd_cGByLx8/s1600-h/heart-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SJEygv7CbhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ztd_cGByLx8/s320/heart-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229016180555148818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning to listen to my heart. It sounds like a pretty easy task, but it can be nearly impossible some days. When I am struggling with stress, or under pressure, all I want to do is distract myself. Distract myself from my heart in any way that I can. I probably wouldn't even have realized this if it weren't for my amazing Michael who is always wanting to know: where is my heart at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am learning to listen. I listen and I push away all of those distractions away... and by doing that I am able to have an amazing connection with God and the people that I love. The best way for me to start is by reading the Word of God and praying. It is amazing what a difference this can make in my world. I am so excited about being able to be open and honest with myself, and the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, my heart a lot of times can be filled with junk. When I am able to express that though, to talk about it, and lay it at the feet of God. Wow... the junk is able to get cleared out... and I feel SO much better. It can be really difficult to start, but when it happens it is absolutely phenomenal. I have been so blessed to find a man that loves me enough to go through this process with me. One of my favorite things about love, is how it makes us want to be better people, because we know that the people we love deserve our very very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you listened to your heart today???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SJEyqRArysI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Zd3p_Tos5Ps/s1600-h/rachmich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SJEyqRArysI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Zd3p_Tos5Ps/s320/rachmich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229016344056023746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-1661995594867245808?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/1661995594867245808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=1661995594867245808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/1661995594867245808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/1661995594867245808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/07/heart-to-heart.html' title='Heart to Heart'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SJEygv7CbhI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Ztd_cGByLx8/s72-c/heart-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-1897756754597281364</id><published>2008-07-28T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:21:34.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cameran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>San Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SI6DQjuEIkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IqYifAJt_f4/s1600-h/San+Francisco+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SI6DQjuEIkI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IqYifAJt_f4/s200/San+Francisco+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228260537913320002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SI6K76W1mMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6vJt-9OUc-w/s1600-h/San+Francisco+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SI6K76W1mMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/6vJt-9OUc-w/s200/San+Francisco+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228268979305683138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In celebration of Christian's birthday we went to San Francisco for a Giants game. We had a BLAST!!! It was so nice to get out of town and chill out. We experienced some grumpiness... and I ended up with a few headaches along the way, but over-all we could not have possibly had a better time. There were just soooo many experiences for us.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SI6Ml0jhKmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/h_Aq1OyJWEo/s1600-h/San+Francisco+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SI6Ml0jhKmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/h_Aq1OyJWEo/s200/San+Francisco+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228270798814390882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so blessed that Michael came with us. It is amazing how much more complete our family feels when he is with us. I love him so much!! He and I learned a lot about each other this weekend. Traveling has a way of doing that to people. The good, the bad, and yes most definately the ugly all seem to make their appearance when we leave the routine we are used to at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SI6EPP-gsBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uhEntec67Ug/s1600-h/San+Francisco+148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SI6EPP-gsBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/uhEntec67Ug/s200/San+Francisco+148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228261614945349650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SI6AleEOs1I/AAAAAAAAAFk/bLSQmOx-5Ks/s1600-h/San+Francisco+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=90ddfb8f862d8dc8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/368146516145052588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=368146516145052588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/368146516145052588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/368146516145052588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/07/cam-cam-fabulous-disco-queen.html' title='Cam Cam the Fabulous Disco Queen'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-870761393747801210</id><published>2008-07-13T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:20:26.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222734896538330514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SHrht5g0JZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fQuAsamUfAg/s320/Billie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I have been listening to jazz tonight. I love the old classics: Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong. They always hold a very special place in my heart. I have been listening to this music while I have been attempting to allow myself to dream about the future. Not the easiest thing in my world of deep rooted realities and responsibilities, but I am trying just the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The music lifts me up and takes me to a place that I wouldn't have been able to get to otherwise. I can dream. I can lift my head and focus on the stars for just a little while. Romantic, isn't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222737819967668130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SHrkYEIrv6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/WkXpTs-nqS0/s400/Park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Michael took the kids and I to the park earlier tonight and I just thought I would share a picture of all of my adorable darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-870761393747801210?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/870761393747801210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=870761393747801210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/870761393747801210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/870761393747801210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='Jazz'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SHrht5g0JZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fQuAsamUfAg/s72-c/Billie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-4751797175927164735</id><published>2008-07-06T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:19:46.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chores'/><title type='text'>Groceries</title><content type='html'>I would just like to say that I HATE grocery shopping. I just got done with a lovely experience shopping, bagging, loading, unloading, unbagging, putting away and organizing groceries. If it weren't for Michael's help I probably would have given up a while ago. Did I mention yet how much I love that man? I do. I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K... well I think I am going to go to bed now. I'm exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-4751797175927164735?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4751797175927164735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=4751797175927164735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4751797175927164735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4751797175927164735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/07/groceries.html' title='Groceries'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-3551003902545154605</id><published>2008-07-01T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:19:19.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Ah yes... and I really recommend that everyone check out my Dad's blog. He posted a blog with my late Papa's business wisdom. My Papa was an amazing man that was greatly admired by everyone that met him. If you have any personal wisdom of your own... I really recommend that you take the time to check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-3551003902545154605?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/3551003902545154605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=3551003902545154605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/3551003902545154605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/3551003902545154605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/07/wisdom.html' title='Wisdom'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-6701518119106160326</id><published>2008-07-01T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:18:39.266-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justice'/><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SI9-XX-3DXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DnxQwDG7Rbc/s1600-h/flowersq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SI9-XX-3DXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DnxQwDG7Rbc/s320/flowersq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228536632440196466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so easy for me to speak forgiveness. Not so easy for me to let go and truly forgive. At least not without truly dealing with my pain and hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm learning and yes it is tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've realized that if I don't face these areas that I have held onto for so long... I will never be able to truly trust the people around me. I don't want for anger and bitterness to randomly pop up in my life. I need to be able to show love to everyone, everywhere, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. That is my desire. I don't want to get caught up in my head, evaluating situations and people to make sure that they are safe. I want to jump in and trust that God is going to take care of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all born with a sense of justice. We all want for things to be fair and for those who wrong us to be punished for what they have done. It's good to want justice. God instilled that into all of us for a reason. I am learning grace though. In order to receive God's grace in my life, I desire to share that same grace with everyone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fantastic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... I am going to end this by sharing a picture of me in my new office. We are officially in our new building and as you can tell... I am thrilled!!!! God is doing great things in my life!!! I am so grateful for all of the blessings he has been pouring down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218255145001112354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SGr3aCklUyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SwZ-KZ0L51o/s400/Office.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-6701518119106160326?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6701518119106160326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=6701518119106160326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6701518119106160326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/6701518119106160326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/07/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SI9-XX-3DXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DnxQwDG7Rbc/s72-c/flowersq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-7943168414232614608</id><published>2008-06-23T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:17:43.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Girls, Girls, Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215249739607350146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SGBKAbA-m4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gTud0drUkdA/s320/l_903c20593fffa5e3b6496caa4f262cd9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad Paisley Here We Come!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend I had the pleasure of getting to spend time with some really amazing women. We all piled into my car and we headed up to Roseville for a little bit of shopping. Then we traveled a little bit more and went to a Brad Paisley concert! **Jewel** too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so much fun getting away and just getting to be silly with some really good friends. I love how refreshing a lovely stroll through the shoe store can be... especially if you are accompanied by friends as wonderful as mine! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215250935986571650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SGBLGD4AyYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZAPainNTnRk/s320/l_699454a1ed13414fa0ff91e019b70c06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-7943168414232614608?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7943168414232614608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=7943168414232614608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/7943168414232614608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/7943168414232614608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/06/girls-girls-girls.html' title='Girls, Girls, Girls'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SGBKAbA-m4I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gTud0drUkdA/s72-c/l_903c20593fffa5e3b6496caa4f262cd9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-2860639447165158473</id><published>2008-06-19T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:17:16.285-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Hurting</title><content type='html'>Have you ever screwed up and said the wrong thing? You were hurting so badly inside and so you somehow ended up taking it out on the people that you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lamest part of it all, is realizing the second that it comes out, that you didn't mean it. By then it is too late. You have stuck your foot in your mouth and hurt the person that you love. So they leave... and you call and get their answering machine... and have to leave a pathetic sorry excuse for an apology for being such an incredible ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha ya... can you tell how my night went? I am really struggling today. I am hurting about things that are important, but instead of dealing with them... I lashed out at the people who care about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very frustrating for me that I'm not able to even resolve this right now, when I know that I am wrong. I want to grovel. I want to beg for forgiveness. Instead I have to understand that I hurt someone, and they have the right to take as much time as they need. I don't deserve instant relief. So instead of calling a million times (which is sadly what I want to do right now) I thought I would send my apology into the world of blogging and give my loved one the space that they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up. I made a mistake, and I know that it will get better. Patience. Patience. Peace will come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-2860639447165158473?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2860639447165158473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=2860639447165158473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2860639447165158473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2860639447165158473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/06/hurting.html' title='Hurting'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-5726897706425181253</id><published>2008-06-18T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:16:15.105-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><title type='text'>Chaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SFnbJ-EeEeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WzSgDYvjyHk/s1600-h/100_2193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213439007985111522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SFnbJ-EeEeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WzSgDYvjyHk/s320/100_2193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind is racing a mile a minute and it is hard to keep up with it all. I have my highs my lows... my inbetween... I am a woman... my emotions are fantastic and irritating all at the same time. Life can be busy for me: single mother, two kids, full time mom, part time student... mix in the family, friends and boyfriend and we have a fabulous mix... but a busy busy busy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through all of the chaos it can be frustrating to try and listen to your heart. I know that it is important, but at the same moment there is a part of me that wonders... who has the time? I can't allow for that attitude to take control of me. If I stop listening to my heart, I will become stuck, eventually unhappiness will take over and I will have no idea why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart desires a closer relationship with God. I know this and yet I still can find myself idiotically trying to fill my heart up with practically ANYTHING else. I run away. What a loving and merciful God who chooses to love me anyway. I place so many distractions between us and yet he continues to pursue me and let me know that when I am ready, he will still be there. I know I don't have forever... I have to choose better today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love making a list of my priorities and God typically makes the top of my list. Most of the time though it is probably just because I've thought he should be. I am learning that I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; him to be. The only way that works is if I am able to reflect this decision with my time and actions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-5726897706425181253?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5726897706425181253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=5726897706425181253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5726897706425181253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5726897706425181253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/06/chaos.html' title='Chaos'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SFnbJ-EeEeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WzSgDYvjyHk/s72-c/100_2193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-5495759450972166743</id><published>2008-06-15T20:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:13:51.072-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael'/><title type='text'>Meeting the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212322260516978194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SFXjetj5vhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xmrf3UsMvEk/s320/100_4381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I have had this amazing man named Michael in my life for... the past six months. This is a picture from one of our first dates. Michael is unlike anyone I have ever known and I am absolutely head over hills for this guy. **sigh** ok... I need to focus now or else I will end up getting even mushier then I already have, and that my friend is not the point of this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;This weekend we went to Concord and I was able to meet Michael's dad's side of the family. His Mom and sister live in town and I was blessed to get to meet them very early on in our relationship. His dad however had been a complete mystery to me, and so it was really fun getting to meet a side of his family that I didn't really know very much about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;Michael's lovely sister Amanda turned 30 this weekend and their dad threw a party at his restaurant. It was so much fun getting to meet these people that have known Michael for so many years. They hired a DJ and there was dancing... and alcohol... ((my favorite being the **peach bellini** yum yum. The best part was getting to be right there by my love... I am so completely blessed to be the woman that gets to be by his side!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SFXme5dGvjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QyQr_T6-oDI/s1600-h/100_3521.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212325562244578866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SFXme5dGvjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QyQr_T6-oDI/s320/100_3521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;So.... in case you haven't had enough mushiness from me about the men in my life. I would also like to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;HAPPY FATHERS DAY DADDY!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I didn't get to spend very much time with my Dad today, but I did get to go over and hang out with him friday night. I have been blessed to be able to work with my Dad. I get to see him and spend time with him daily, and I am very grateful for the time that this allows for us to spend together. My Dad is a huge source of guidance in my life, he is one of the first people that I go to with my "BIG" questions, and someone that I have buckets of respect for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;I love you Daddy! I hope you had an amazing father's day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-5495759450972166743?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5495759450972166743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=5495759450972166743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5495759450972166743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/5495759450972166743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/06/meeting-family.html' title='Meeting the Family'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SFXjetj5vhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xmrf3UsMvEk/s72-c/100_4381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-4398547974366869185</id><published>2008-06-11T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:19:14.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sacrifice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><title type='text'>Whiner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SE_lLPxryVI/AAAAAAAAADw/h7Vfzuqur8k/s1600-h/100_4426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210635275267197266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SE_lLPxryVI/AAAAAAAAADw/h7Vfzuqur8k/s320/100_4426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am sick. I am tired. My head hurts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you noticed yet that I don't feel good? You might even consider me just a little bit moody. Maybe. I typically tend to be a very positive person, but if you get me down here in the mud I love to wallow in it.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have always been a whiner... since I was a little girl I have always enjoyed curling up in a little ball and enjoying how miserable I am at that moment. Probably irritating to those who are around me, but I enjoyed it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am done being the victim... whether it is the truth or not... I want something better for my life. These times of weakness are the most amazing times for being able to rely on the strength of Jesus. How can I let myself rot in my suffering, when I know that he is by my side?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God is bringing me closer to him. He is revealing to me all of the areas in my life that I am supposed to be turning over to him, instead of being satisfied with my misery.  Coming to my Jesus in prayer, placing these burdens at his feet, and then stepping up with the strength that he has blessed me with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-4398547974366869185?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4398547974366869185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=4398547974366869185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4398547974366869185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/4398547974366869185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/06/whiner.html' title='Whiner'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/SE_lLPxryVI/AAAAAAAAADw/h7Vfzuqur8k/s72-c/100_4426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371932790268065164.post-2886247680272487983</id><published>2008-06-09T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:21:41.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Sharing is Caring</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h39/rachelwhite85/?action=view&amp;amp;current=relationships-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 210px" height="264" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h39/rachelwhite85/relationships-1.gif" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re·la·tion·ship: &lt;em&gt;the relation connecting or binding participants in a relationship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship.. ahhhh God has been teaching me so many things about relationship. It's exciting really. I promise. Frustrating. Sure. It has it's ups and downs. The end result, the part where I actually grow and change, well now that is fun. Except for the first part when I realize I have been doing all of it wrong for X amount of years. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I have been learning and it has been very rewarding in so many different areas. Connecting with people in ways that I never knew was possible!!! In ways that weren't possible when I was looking at my relationships through a thoroughly selfish point of view. If I only look at the areas which are beneficial for me (&lt;em&gt;yes I have done this... yuk&lt;/em&gt;) then I am losing out on SO much!! My eyes are open now... it's pretty fabu-la-mazing! Seeing things in this new way... serving others and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... my first blog... done when I was in a pretty intereasting mood... but ya... it's out there because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s245.photobucket.com/albums/gg77/1nOnly4/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BD524A.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sharing Is Caring" src="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg77/1nOnly4/BD524A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s60.photobucket.com/albums/h39/rachelwhite85/?action=view&amp;amp;current=relationships-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6371932790268065164-2886247680272487983?l=rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2886247680272487983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6371932790268065164&amp;postID=2886247680272487983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2886247680272487983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6371932790268065164/posts/default/2886247680272487983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelscarbrough.blogspot.com/2008/06/sharing-is-caring.html' title='Sharing is Caring'/><author><name>Rachel Barnett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13930132392394735074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_atqhlDLMTfI/TCImiWEtxjI/AAAAAAAACPk/KMmDe3h2SEE/S220/IMG_1646.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
