<?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-8437520192285884541</id><updated>2012-02-06T18:26:19.491-08:00</updated><category term='i'/><title type='text'>An Ordinary girl Trusting an Extraordinary King</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-7471157941033682480</id><published>2010-06-06T08:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T13:15:16.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coupon Craze!</title><content type='html'>Lately it seems as though I am addicted to coupons. I have always heard the idea of creating a separate email account for coupons. But never did it... well it all started when my sisters boyfriend, Justin sent me multiple emails on how to order an Entertainment Book. Because it is so late in the year, they're on sale pretty cheap on the website. There are some great deals in there....and I have been using a lot of the coupons already. Then I was at the gym a few weeks ago and....the news was on the tv in front of me, they began talking about coupons and how you should create a separate account for coupons, so.... I FINALLY did... about a week ago, maybe two weeks I went on, created a separate email and then began going on sites and registering for their e-accounts or e-deals. I have already received so many coupons. Its been GREAT! And.... my birthday is coming up and if you don't know, most places will send you coupons for free stuff for your birthday. So.... that means soon I will be receiving more for that too!&lt;div&gt;I also was just recently told about a website..... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;Freebirthday.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is similar to going on and adding your email to the different sites but they do it for a bunch of them for you. Anyway.... check it out. There are also the reg coupons that come in the mail and in Sunday papers too... and if you have any other ideas let me know. I don't even mind carrying the coupons with me when I go out. Nick explained it quite well last night, its like a game to me, where I can get coupons and use them. haha.... because I love games and this is just another challenge. Anyway... hope my excitement gets you going on this coupon craze as well.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. If you want to get an entertainment book... right now when you reserve your 2011 one... they will send you a 2010 one for FREE.... click &lt;a href="http://inland-empire.entertainment.com/discount/browse.shtml"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-7471157941033682480?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7471157941033682480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=7471157941033682480' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7471157941033682480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7471157941033682480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2010/06/coupon-craze.html' title='Coupon Craze!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-1166307292925442160</id><published>2010-06-06T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T08:58:35.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rusty Pelican. The Griffith Observatory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/TAvE8wZn0MI/AAAAAAAAAfg/m03y_v6ppAw/s1600/DSCN7987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/TAvE8wZn0MI/AAAAAAAAAfg/m03y_v6ppAw/s320/DSCN7987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479689919689904322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/TAvE8cFEaRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/X5OQZ5vxog4/s1600/DSCN7986.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/_ntcNzRNAV8w/TAvE8cFEaRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/X5OQZ5vxog4/s320/DSCN7986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479689914234988818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago Nick took me to The Rusty Pelican for dinner, it is down by the beach. It was so nice :) and very delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/TAvEZYOo5rI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/D65QlNaH9js/s1600/DSCN7999.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/_ntcNzRNAV8w/TAvEZYOo5rI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/D65QlNaH9js/s320/DSCN7999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479689311905965746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/TAvEY3QNG7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/4bQux41-RzA/s1600/DSCN8008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/TAvEY3QNG7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/4bQux41-RzA/s320/DSCN8008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479689303054162866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/TAvEYMdmimI/AAAAAAAAAfA/GnKSGqXq1qI/s1600/DSCN8011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/TAvEYMdmimI/AAAAAAAAAfA/GnKSGqXq1qI/s320/DSCN8011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479689291567630946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday, &lt;a href="http://shakachelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kcmccauley.blogspot.com/"&gt;KC&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://nickgeleng.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nick&lt;/a&gt;, and I went down to LA to go to the Griffith Observatory. We went to eat at Andres, a spaghetti place on the way, it was gooood! and then we headed over to the observatory, It was pretty cool.... I LOVE the stars, they're just something that have always amazed me and I love being outside at night just looking up at the stars... The Lord and his creation just amazes me. I really want to drive to the middle of the desert sometime so I can just look up and see the stars so clear.... anyway, we went and it was cool to look at stuff about the sky and space, you can even see how much you weigh on each planet! Anyway... if you have the chance to go, you should! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-1166307292925442160?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1166307292925442160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=1166307292925442160' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1166307292925442160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1166307292925442160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2010/06/rusty-pelican-griffith-observatory.html' title='The Rusty Pelican. The Griffith Observatory.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/TAvE8wZn0MI/AAAAAAAAAfg/m03y_v6ppAw/s72-c/DSCN7987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-6020239742293396123</id><published>2010-06-06T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T08:20:48.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GTI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/TAu8vYafZQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/HunfvPXz5sg/s1600/28729_1373920703881_1107714142_31100956_4939156_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/TAu8vYafZQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/HunfvPXz5sg/s320/28729_1373920703881_1107714142_31100956_4939156_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479680893819774210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This deserves its own blog. Thats what Nick would say I am sure so.... here it is... Nick's new GTI. I LOVE it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-6020239742293396123?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6020239742293396123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=6020239742293396123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6020239742293396123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6020239742293396123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2010/06/gti.html' title='GTI'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/TAu8vYafZQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/HunfvPXz5sg/s72-c/28729_1373920703881_1107714142_31100956_4939156_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-267633007270291798</id><published>2010-05-16T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:26:11.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in the desert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I know, i JUST posted a blog but.... this really blessed me, I hope it blesses you, whether you're in the desert, leaving it, or entering it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now Moses kept the flock of Jethro his father in law, the priest of Midian: and he led the flock to the backside of the desert. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Exodus 3:1 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems God often plants His people in the desert before He uses them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elijah was a man of the desert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;John the Baptist grew up in the desert regions of the Dead Sea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Paul spent the three years following his conversion in the deserts of Arabia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;John the revelator was banished to the desert isle of Patmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like you, I have gone through desert times, dry seasons when I have wondered, “Lord, where’s Your presence and where’s Your power?” But, as the years have gone by, I have come to understand that those desert times are imperative if I am to be one who is not dependent upon my feelings or my emotions. Desert seasons are essential for me to come to a place where I can say, “Lord, You promised You would be with me. You promised You would never leave me no matter how dry the times might be or how solitary the setting might seem. The fact of the matter is, Your Word has been given and You’re teaching me to stand upon it rather than sink in my own emotions.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Over the years, I have seen lots of talented people in all sorts of ministries fall away because their emotions, rather than the Word, dictated their walk. Emotions go up and down. Emotions are fickle. Emotions are affected by how our job is going, how our family is doing, or how much pizza we had the previous evening. But because God wants us to be stable and solid, to walk by faith and not by feelings, He will put us into a desert place where we, like Moses, must learn to be content and say, “Lord, You’ve given me the promise of Your Word. And that is all I need.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This Daily Devotional is an excerpt from the book "A Pillar By Day" by Pastor Jon. "A Pillar By Day" is a collection of 365 short devotions from the Old Testament books of Genesis through Deuteronomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-267633007270291798?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/267633007270291798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=267633007270291798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/267633007270291798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/267633007270291798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-desert.html' title='in the desert.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-5054998007956169265</id><published>2010-05-16T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:07:42.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays and golf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since my graduation was on Nick's birthday we decided to celebrate a week later. So we had some friends over for game night. It was a blast :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S_C_hlLQe0I/AAAAAAAAAeo/5oktdDNfn7o/s1600/29984_442367482597_782537597_5712477_2353480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S_C_hlLQe0I/AAAAAAAAAeo/5oktdDNfn7o/s320/29984_442367482597_782537597_5712477_2353480_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472084130891070274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S_C_heY-N2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/fvkUYN8ud5M/s1600/DSCN7956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S_C_heY-N2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/fvkUYN8ud5M/s320/DSCN7956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472084129069545314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had chili dogs and Nachos! don't worry you health nuts, there was fruit and veggies there too ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S_C_ghZFZkI/AAAAAAAAAeY/IQiBusq57DE/s1600/DSCN7954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S_C_ghZFZkI/AAAAAAAAAeY/IQiBusq57DE/s320/DSCN7954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472084112695453250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S_C-aQBnEMI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Z1VGtfR25-E/s1600/DSCN7952.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/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S_C-aQBnEMI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/Z1VGtfR25-E/s320/DSCN7952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472082905442750658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this birthday cake for Nick for his birthday game night :) It includes white cake, vanilla frosting, almond joy pieces, and white chocolate covered pretzels..... all his favorites :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister, Kendall, her birthday is coming up so this weekend we had a BBQ for her with our immediately family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S_C-ZyaSLwI/AAAAAAAAAeI/y0nLwdK6NYk/s1600/DSCN7969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S_C-ZyaSLwI/AAAAAAAAAeI/y0nLwdK6NYk/s320/DSCN7969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472082897493176066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S_C-ZYUFZNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/zhUyU9pvlH8/s1600/DSCN7976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S_C-ZYUFZNI/AAAAAAAAAeA/zhUyU9pvlH8/s320/DSCN7976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472082890487850194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was her birthday present! What a cool bike huh? don't worry you safety guards, my dad's getting her a helmet ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today Nick and I went golfing with his parents... well, they went golfing, i joined them and enjoyed the outdoors, it was so nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S_C-Y-m_AlI/AAAAAAAAAd4/TvEjmB0pZ80/s1600/DSCN7980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S_C-Y-m_AlI/AAAAAAAAAd4/TvEjmB0pZ80/s320/DSCN7980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472082883587801682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S_C-YSToaqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/DY9nz24hq3A/s1600/DSCN7985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S_C-YSToaqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/DY9nz24hq3A/s320/DSCN7985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472082871695469218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a blast out there :)&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/8437520192285884541-5054998007956169265?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5054998007956169265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=5054998007956169265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5054998007956169265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5054998007956169265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2010/05/birthdays-and-golf.html' title='Birthdays and golf.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S_C_hlLQe0I/AAAAAAAAAeo/5oktdDNfn7o/s72-c/29984_442367482597_782537597_5712477_2353480_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-6695409219917516435</id><published>2010-05-01T20:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T20:28:18.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADUATION!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I graduated with my BA in Liberal Studies from California Baptist University!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I am no longer an undergrad but a Graduate Student!!!! Woo Hoo!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It was also Nick's bday and my dad put his name on a piece of cake. :)&lt;div&gt;The pics are of me and &lt;a href="http://jillianmclaughlin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jillian&lt;/a&gt;,  then  a silly one of &lt;a href="http://kcmccauley.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kc&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://shakachelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;, Bethany and myself spelling 2010. and finally the last is of myself and Nick..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9zu1WrkqjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ymTrOhXQOJ8/s1600/DSCN7888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9zu1WrkqjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ymTrOhXQOJ8/s320/DSCN7888.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466506648109754930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9zu0--P3cI/AAAAAAAAAdg/zLcfTHe-oiU/s1600/DSCN7933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9zu0--P3cI/AAAAAAAAAdg/zLcfTHe-oiU/s320/DSCN7933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466506641745632706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9zuzyif_kI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ekFjAEicPpM/s1600/DSCN7912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9zuzyif_kI/AAAAAAAAAdY/ekFjAEicPpM/s320/DSCN7912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466506621228154434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9zuztYj8EI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Zkq0nCYxCjo/s1600/DSCN7940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9zuztYj8EI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Zkq0nCYxCjo/s320/DSCN7940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466506619844292674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9zuy9lkDTI/AAAAAAAAAdI/6-F2um_xa4E/s1600/DSCN7909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9zuy9lkDTI/AAAAAAAAAdI/6-F2um_xa4E/s320/DSCN7909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466506607013924146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graduate school aka school for credential in 10 days............ :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8437520192285884541-6695409219917516435?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6695409219917516435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=6695409219917516435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6695409219917516435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6695409219917516435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2010/05/graduation.html' title='GRADUATION!!!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9zu1WrkqjI/AAAAAAAAAdo/ymTrOhXQOJ8/s72-c/DSCN7888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-1939669212816091914</id><published>2010-04-28T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T15:15:25.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th post.</title><content type='html'>I know I know I haven't blogged in FOREVER... well about 4 months, I noticed I went all semester without posting a blog so i decided I would recap the last 4 months in 1 blog.... here it goes....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little update on what has happened since Nick came home......Sorry its so long.... prob a record or something... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December: Nick came home, I went with his parents to pick him up from the airport :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9iju6em5AI/AAAAAAAAAZg/rDIp9gIz6QU/s1600/nick+and+allison+air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9iju6em5AI/AAAAAAAAAZg/rDIp9gIz6QU/s320/nick+and+allison+air.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465298174181041154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;December 23, 2009, Nick arrived &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This photo was taken at the airport, I know its blurry sorry, I was SHAKING lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ijvrLikFI/AAAAAAAAAZo/QugJrnGVnE0/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ijvrLikFI/AAAAAAAAAZo/QugJrnGVnE0/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465298187254403154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Nick's house, after we got back from the airport :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ijvwDg1ZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/sLF7JoJtV8o/s1600/2_photo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ijvwDg1ZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/sLF7JoJtV8o/s320/2_photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465298188562912658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is us at my house on Christmas :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I posted it in my last blog, but since I'm recapping decided it belonged here again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;January: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was my nephew, Colin's, birthday so Nick and I took him to Disneyland for a day... it was a blast.... :) Nick and I went to the snow for a day with my parents, it was at the old camp I used to go to when I was little. It was a lot of fun. January was also when my best friend, &lt;a href="http://shakachelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;'s birthday was so we went to BJ's to celebrate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nicks sister left for Ireland.... we miss her but.... I can't wait to visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9iq0_JdC4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/RYtZLi5yC5U/s1600/DSCN7215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9iq0_JdC4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/RYtZLi5yC5U/s320/DSCN7215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465305975095102338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't this one of the cutest things you have ever seen? I thought it was adorable! Nick and Colin walking into Toon Town at Disneyland!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9iq0Me9BlI/AAAAAAAAAcw/qaFiw_lGTp0/s1600/DSCN7213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9iq0Me9BlI/AAAAAAAAAcw/qaFiw_lGTp0/s320/DSCN7213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465305961495070290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We all wore hats :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9iqzrZJEsI/AAAAAAAAAco/mPOiZGWdr0c/s1600/DSCN7308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9iqzrZJEsI/AAAAAAAAAco/mPOiZGWdr0c/s320/DSCN7308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465305952612324034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the mountains with my parents for a day to play in the snow :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9iqzPUPrcI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Fm2aA0aMc8E/s1600/DSCN7250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9iqzPUPrcI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Fm2aA0aMc8E/s320/DSCN7250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465305945075592642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was Michelle's 22nd bday, we all went to BJ's to celebrate, in the picture is &lt;a href="http://kcmccauley.blogspot.com/"&gt;KC&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://shakachelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9iqyjYMr3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/Vxbs_V8AHN0/s1600/22046_670804859584_6303465_37310273_2057179_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9iqyjYMr3I/AAAAAAAAAcY/Vxbs_V8AHN0/s320/22046_670804859584_6303465_37310273_2057179_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465305933281013618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick's sister, Jessica, moved to Ireland.... Lucky huh? This is her and her mom at her going away party &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;February: It was Valentine's day, and Nick took me out for a nice dinner. February was also the month of our Winter HS camp at Harvest. Our theme was Fixated. It is always a blessing to go up and encourage hs-ers in the Lord and to be encouraged in my walk as well. Nick and I went to Disneyland for the opening of the Captain E-O tribute with Kendall and Justin, it was raining, that didn't stop us, it made it more fun! We also purchased Catan, probably one of the greatest games ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ilzg_cugI/AAAAAAAAAbA/vEDr33-JhRA/s1600/DSCN7410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ilzg_cugI/AAAAAAAAAbA/vEDr33-JhRA/s320/DSCN7410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465300452262066690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick took me out for Valentines Day. We went to TAPS, he had a reservation and totally surprised me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ily_Hqo0I/AAAAAAAAAa4/G8D4U298_sA/s1600/DSCN7414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ily_Hqo0I/AAAAAAAAAa4/G8D4U298_sA/s320/DSCN7414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465300443169727298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what Nick brought me before our date on Valentines Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ilyI4JRJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/rSIWUlYQ-2E/s1600/DSCN7491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ilyI4JRJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/rSIWUlYQ-2E/s320/DSCN7491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465300428609111186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick and I at HS Winter Camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ilxu8rHKI/AAAAAAAAAao/X-hfUQ6up24/s1600/DSCN7483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ilxu8rHKI/AAAAAAAAAao/X-hfUQ6up24/s320/DSCN7483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465300421648784546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Myself and some of my good friends going sledding at camp, that was fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ilxM9TabI/AAAAAAAAAag/-63LsINwS58/s1600/22538_365014308384_731288384_4855215_433240_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ilxM9TabI/AAAAAAAAAag/-63LsINwS58/s320/22538_365014308384_731288384_4855215_433240_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465300412524620210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me and Nick, &lt;a href="http://walter-ily-preacher-savior.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ily and Walter&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://shakachelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kcmccauley.blogspot.com/"&gt;KC&lt;/a&gt;. They're our good friends :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ilJ6dSrBI/AAAAAAAAAaY/BxQlEEkL6cQ/s1600/22538_365014273384_731288384_4855213_1367940_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ilJ6dSrBI/AAAAAAAAAaY/BxQlEEkL6cQ/s320/22538_365014273384_731288384_4855213_1367940_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465299737543617554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Ily and myself with our other friend Michelle :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ilJc2gQvI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cBEt8hZqH7o/s1600/26412_516931604151_139001092_30643992_5994962_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ilJc2gQvI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cBEt8hZqH7o/s320/26412_516931604151_139001092_30643992_5994962_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465299729596302066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister Kendall, and her boyfriend Justin when we went to Disneyland in the rain.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ilJPQjlXI/AAAAAAAAAaI/YlOssKdkLyg/s1600/26412_516933315721_139001092_30644027_384738_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ilJPQjlXI/AAAAAAAAAaI/YlOssKdkLyg/s320/26412_516933315721_139001092_30644027_384738_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465299725947475314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Splash Mtn in the rain? why not, we were already prepared!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ilIo0dq9I/AAAAAAAAAaA/eJF-PEZEDKI/s1600/26412_516931524311_139001092_30643989_6847061_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ilIo0dq9I/AAAAAAAAAaA/eJF-PEZEDKI/s320/26412_516931524311_139001092_30643989_6847061_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465299715629099986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick and I all ready to head out in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ilISdQnYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2mz6Ajn7GGk/s1600/25890_1299068632626_1107714142_30938681_5435053_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ilISdQnYI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2mz6Ajn7GGk/s320/25890_1299068632626_1107714142_30938681_5435053_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465299709626195330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Catan. That should be enough said but, if you havent played it, you need to, its one of Nick and my favorite games... and we own all of the editions :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;March: Sometimes I take my nephew, Colin to school, when I do, the new tradition is to make pancakes :) My photography class was great! I loved it, I really enjoyed taking that class, and... it was just for fun! I didn't have to take it, I wanted to :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really enjoy going to air shows. When I was little I would go with my dad a lot. Whenever there is one, I always try to go.... its fun and amazing to me how much the human mind comes up with. Our friends Brittany and Luke Sanders were married this month, it was a beautiful wedding and reception!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9infG3StUI/AAAAAAAAAbg/byYsVdGRn7A/s1600/pancakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9infG3StUI/AAAAAAAAAbg/byYsVdGRn7A/s320/pancakes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465302300674405698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made pancakes, just for fun... and also for my nephew for breakfast, it soon became a tradition, when I take him to school, I make him pancakes for breakfast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9inels7qFI/AAAAAAAAAbY/x_VXHs-f1as/s1600/DSC_6842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9inels7qFI/AAAAAAAAAbY/x_VXHs-f1as/s320/DSC_6842.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465302291772581970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was taking a photography class... this is a photo someone took of me in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ineRiUpaI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Bx3EU6D99Y8/s1600/airshow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ineRiUpaI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Bx3EU6D99Y8/s320/airshow1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465302286359373218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick and I went to the Riverside Airshow with my dad and sister, Courtney.. I am so fascinated by planes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ind6jjhyI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BVAyGtbRqJk/s1600/26443_425287922597_782537597_5304727_4235413_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ind6jjhyI/AAAAAAAAAbI/BVAyGtbRqJk/s320/26443_425287922597_782537597_5304727_4235413_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465302280190527266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick and I at our friend Brittany's wedding! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;April: The day before Easter..... our best friends &lt;a href="http://kcmccauley.blogspot.com/"&gt;KC&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://shakachelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; got ENGAGED!!!! woohoo!! It was so exciting.... Michelle asked me to be her maid of honor, I am honored.... ha! no but really I am privileged and so thankful for our friendship, she is such a blessing to me, her and KC are to both Nick and myself. We went to a couple of angel games, one that was in the Guinness Book of World Records for the most people wearing a fleece blanket, aka a snuggie, at the same time for 5 min. It was a lot of fun. When we went to the angel game with Michelle and KC, KC asked Nick to be his best man. So, this is going to be a lot of fun, I am so excited to be apart of it and excited they will finally be married :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nick FINALLY went in for surgery for his kidney stones.... good news.... we think they are all gone, we find out tomorrow if it was fully successful. Thank you to everyone who was praying :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had to say goodbye to my first car, the saturn..... it didn't pass smog so.... I sold it to the state bc it was a "gross polluter" it sounds a lot worse than it was.... to be honest, I am kinda bitter when I drive by a car who is obviously a gross polluter, if my car, which wasn't that obvious was a polluter, get yours off the road! lol anyway.... so I have a new car....its my sisters old car and I am very thankful for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ipS6EngiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/JFvf2SqGXUM/s1600/DSCN7723.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ipS6EngiI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/JFvf2SqGXUM/s320/DSCN7723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465304290105459234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a good time dying Easter eggs this year.... The best of Easter part was sunrise service at church, and remembering all that Christ did for us:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ipHbCd7ZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/YHAXJB6KcLM/s1600/DSCN7813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ipHbCd7ZI/AAAAAAAAAcI/YHAXJB6KcLM/s320/DSCN7813.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465304092796382610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle and I at the Angels game... they won :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ipG3r8RnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/AQnW7ipwm-Y/s1600/DSCN7831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ipG3r8RnI/AAAAAAAAAcA/AQnW7ipwm-Y/s320/DSCN7831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465304083306661490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick and I, wearing our snuggies....:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ipGTGjPJI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jZMWpJWgVXA/s1600/DSCN7824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ipGTGjPJI/AAAAAAAAAb4/jZMWpJWgVXA/s320/DSCN7824.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465304073486154898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The newly engaged couple, &lt;a href="http://shakachelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kcmccauley.blogspot.com/"&gt;KC&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9iv_x9EzMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/CDTmbTLwUjo/s1600/2_photo-17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9iv_x9EzMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/CDTmbTLwUjo/s320/2_photo-17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465311658090220738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When everyone put their Snuggie on for the world record!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ipFsN4atI/AAAAAAAAAbw/lQry2zd3ehY/s1600/hospital+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ipFsN4atI/AAAAAAAAAbw/lQry2zd3ehY/s320/hospital+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465304063047920338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick, waiting to go in for surgery.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ipFbW4d4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/iOK6eUFtK5A/s1600/DSCN7880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9ipFbW4d4I/AAAAAAAAAbo/iOK6eUFtK5A/s320/DSCN7880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465304058522269570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for reading if you made it to the bottom lol.... obviously there was a lot more that went on but this is a short (Ha! I know it was super long) recap.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I graduate on SATURDAY!!!!! its about 3 days away. I can't believe it, it doesn't seem real at all. I am happy, but I will be starting the credential program on May 11 so to me it doesn't feel like I am done yet. I am excited to move on though. Saturday will be a very fun day, I am excited to graduate with a lot of my friends and also to be one step closer to teaching a class of my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday is also Nick's birthday! :) So it should be fun!.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think that's all for now.... till' next time (it should be sooner than 4 months, don't worry)&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/8437520192285884541-1939669212816091914?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1939669212816091914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=1939669212816091914' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1939669212816091914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1939669212816091914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-100th-post.html' title='My 100th post.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S9iju6em5AI/AAAAAAAAAZg/rDIp9gIz6QU/s72-c/nick+and+allison+air.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-5982076159350275659</id><published>2010-01-02T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:22:56.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The BEST Christmas Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S0BFXa3l9vI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Cm-9a4v8HIU/s1600-h/2_photo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S0BFXa3l9vI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Cm-9a4v8HIU/s320/2_photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422410220005881586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;So... He made it, he was home for Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;More details to come, just wanted to post a pic :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-5982076159350275659?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5982076159350275659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=5982076159350275659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5982076159350275659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5982076159350275659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-christmas-present.html' title='The BEST Christmas Present'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/S0BFXa3l9vI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Cm-9a4v8HIU/s72-c/2_photo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-3110002673364790515</id><published>2009-12-22T19:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:46:50.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home for Christmas!</title><content type='html'>So...... the semester ended, I found out that I passed my CBEST test, I got my grades back, 4 A's and 2 B's (one of which i was very surprised about because I expected something lower :/ but I was excited :)) And no news yesterday like we thought. It was a hard day yesterday, not really knowing what was going on. But today, I got a call from Nick. He actually tricked me, the call started out something like this......&lt;div&gt;Him: "Hi babe"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "hi babe, how are you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: "I'm ok"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "So you wont be coming home wednesday huh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him: "no"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:"Oh...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Him:"jk im coming home tomorrow (wed.)!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "AHHHHHHHH" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(imagine me screaming here as he laughs at tricking me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway thats how I found out. As long as the weather doesn't cause any delays he should be landing tomorrow at about 10:21pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know tomorrow will probably be THE longest day of my life lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to see him. AND he will be home for Christmas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am SOOOO excited, this has truly been a good week, I am so thankful and excited to continue this blessed week by celebrating Christ's birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-3110002673364790515?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3110002673364790515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=3110002673364790515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/3110002673364790515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/3110002673364790515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-for-christmas.html' title='Home for Christmas!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-1234432525567069811</id><published>2009-12-11T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:22:47.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bitter-Sweet Announcement.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I received not 1, not 2, not 3 but 4 letters from Nick :) I was so happy, my dad brought them to work for me when they came, it was so nice :) Nick has been so successful in Illinois. The Lord has been able to use him so much to reach many of his peers. He got a 100% on his first test. One of the main guys in charge came up to him and said, "I don't shake recruits hands but I am going to shake yours." He is doing so well and I am so proud of him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So...... as many of you know, Nick has been very sick. He has not felt well for most of his time there, he has been gone for a month now and only had about 4 more weeks to go. He was expected to graduate on January 15, as I mentioned before. Yesterday he called his dad and told him, he is being sent home. He has two kidney stones, one in each kidney, they are pretty large so they have to send him home. This is so confusing because the Lord has really used this month to glorify Himself and has taught both Nick and myself so much through all of this. Although this is not the ideal outcome for now, we are both trusting the Lord. He is in control, He has been the whole time, this is a reminder of that. I have been reminded to be still and know He is God. He has a plan, whatever it is we are excited to see. This all is bitter-sweet. I am bummed he will have to come home, but SO excited to see him. He can always go back but will have to wait a year and start all over.  But we are trusting the Lord will show us what He wants and guide us in His will. Whatever the Lord wants is what we want. We know it was His will to be there during this time and I am continuing to pray God uses Him while he is there and on His travels back home. I am also praying for His friend Carter, who is still in boot-camp and is now the only strong believer there. For some reason God wants Nick to come back home for a while, we don't know, it is all confusing but I know God has a plan, and is still in control. He is our guide and we will allow him to direct our steps. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He should be home in about 2 weeks. A few days before, on, or a few days after Christmas. Please pray he is home for Christmas :D that would be so nice :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please pray for guidance, wisdom, and clear direction from the Lord for both Nick and myself, thanks :)&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/8437520192285884541-1234432525567069811?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1234432525567069811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=1234432525567069811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1234432525567069811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1234432525567069811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/12/bitter-sweet-announcement.html' title='A Bitter-Sweet Announcement.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-4487165150118953688</id><published>2009-12-06T16:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:22:41.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Blog and 40 more days!!!.... hopefully...</title><content type='html'>WOW! Thats all I can really say. So much has happened since Nick left. Today is day 27. I have, so far, sent 30 letters and 1 card. I am LOVING getting to write to him. I will admit that sometimes it makes it harder because I am really focused and thinking about him when I write but I think about him so much throughout the day that it is nice to tell him what is going on. &lt;div&gt;So.... let me think... I got sick. I was sick over Thanksgiving break. I did not know what was wrong with me so I went to the doctors the Monday before Thanksgiving, he did an xray and said he did not know what was wrong with me either. But obviously something was, I was in excrusiating pain and could not do anything. I had a constant fever and was throwing up (sorry for the details) and felt horrible. You have to know that I NEVER get sick, I have always had the best immune system but not this time, I was def sick. So he told me to go home and rest and take tylenol and come back in a few days if I was not feeling better. My friend Bethany brought me some flowers with a note, so that was nice, such a blessing! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxUdO1teDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/b9YIlcYmRIg/s1600-h/IMG_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxUdO1teDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/b9YIlcYmRIg/s320/IMG_0545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412293713368807474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; So yep... Wed. I was def. going back but this time I decided to go to Urgent Care. They did a test then figured out I had a kidney infection! Crazy bc Nick and his sister both had them a month prior. Kidney infections are not contagious so that is why it was so ironic that they both had it and then I got it. I decided it was because I had started working out a lot and I was not drinking enough water so I was dehydrated. So anyway... they gave me a shot and some medicine, actually 3 medicines and I started feeling a little better.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister and her boyfriend Justin (actually it was his idea) bought me flowers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxUOELJkaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/NGyPBWRl6_o/s1600-h/IMG_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxUOELJkaI/AAAAAAAAAX4/NGyPBWRl6_o/s320/IMG_0546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412293452807901602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a few friends brought over another nice little blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday I was still very sick but I decided that I was going to go to my aunts with my family anyway, it was after all, Thanksgiving. So I went. I was sick and didn't feel well like the whole time but I was happy I went. Friday I had to work, and I was almost back to myself but I was ok. Then Saturday I was back. I was finally me again! It was so painful I don't know how Nick could handle being sick for so long before they found out that was what he had. So.... Sunday... I got my ears pierced... I have been wanting to, when I was little I had them pierced but they got infected so they had to close. So I decided I was going to do it. I was at the mall with my mom getting pedicures :D and then I was like lets go I am going to do it! Very brave of me by the way bc my ears are very sensitive and sometimes I pass out when I get shots but... I did it! I did not pass out and I had 2 girls do it at the same time so I got it over with at once! :) YAY! :) so then school this week and work, I still had not received a letter from Nick and to be honest I was getting a little depressed, his mom had already gotten 2 by Tue. so... Wed. I get home from school and... my sister tells me I have a letter on my desk from Nick!!!!!! I started crying before I even opened it. (the girl emotional part of me coming out) and I LOVED the letter it was so nice to read it. In the letter he referred to a 1st letter, so this was really the second so I was wondering what had happened to the first... but later that night found out that &lt;a href="http://kcmccauley.blogspot.com/"&gt;KC&lt;/a&gt; and my friends Walter and &lt;a href="http://walter-ily-preacher-savior.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ily&lt;/a&gt; and Michelle both got a letter too! I was so thankful I got mine before I found out that they got there's lol. I would have been a mess! Anyway, it was nice to hear he is doing so well! He is a Section Leader in his division, which means he is always busy and has about 15 guys under him. In his division about 5 people have already been sent home. 2 guys had nervous break downs! CRAZY! But Nick is doing very well and he has been able to share the Lord with many people out there. He also has a Christian friend which I have been praying for :) So... YAY! things are going great :) I am so thankful for the Lord's faithfulness and for continuing to bless us! Thursday it was our friend Walter's birthday and we went out to dinner :) We got dressed up and that was a blast! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxWwLL4VxI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4ZjUlxPgm88/s1600-h/16341_233719383384_731288384_4219097_472600_n.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/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxWwLL4VxI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4ZjUlxPgm88/s320/16341_233719383384_731288384_4219097_472600_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412296237828822802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course I was missing Nick though. And then Friday... I was at school and then got home, checked the mail (hoping the 1st letter would come) and as I am walking in... wait for it.... NICK CALLED ME!!!!!! It was so nice to hear his voice and talk with him. He also told me he felt bad bc the first letter got sent back, he put his parents zip code instead of mine but that I have letters on the way :) yay! And he is sending the 1st one back. He also mentioned he can only send them on Sundays.. If anyone wants to write to him, they can give it to me and I will send it along with mine, the more, the better! Anyway...but then he said "I might have some bad news.... I might get sent home" that was NOT was I was thinking I would hear. Apparently he has been sick the whole time he has been gone, he didn't want to tell us because he didn't want us to worry. We are thinking it has to do with his kidneys but he has felt this way the whole time! (So... I think the Lord allowed me to get sick so I can feel a little of what he is and sympathize with him more, it is SO painful) anyway.... He has a cat scan next week and then we will know what is wrong, if he can't get better he will get sent home! :( so be praying... Nick and I are trusting God, whatever the Lord wants is what Nick and I both are praying for, His will be done. If he is able to get in medical and get better then the only thing is his graduation will be later than January 15, which is the current date that he is supposed to graduate, which will also mean he probably would no longer be a section leader because he will be in a new division. So all of this is to ask that you please be praying for him. Thanks so much for all of your prayers! But it was so nice to hear his voice when I got to talk to him :) I miss him so much. Later I went to his house and talked with his mom for a few hours. It is so nice to be close to his family. I am so thankful for them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday I had to take the CBEST, I am hoping I did well on that, and then in the afternoon I hung out with my sister Kendall, I asked her to take some pictures of me that I could send to Nick :) So... we went to the park, we were going to go by the mission inn but I decided there would be too many people and that would be WAY too embarrassing for me lol. So we went, we took 171 pics... lol obviously some didn't turn out but there were some that I have picked out to send him :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few... more are on my facebook....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxWaI4agaI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QU_HJIBvrks/s1600-h/al11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxWaI4agaI/AAAAAAAAAZI/QU_HJIBvrks/s320/al11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412295859253182882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxWZiAQv1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/pX-7BTCwydw/s1600-h/al10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxWZiAQv1I/AAAAAAAAAZA/pX-7BTCwydw/s320/al10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412295848817114962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxWZCt0OPI/AAAAAAAAAY4/16AtfryHgL8/s1600-h/al15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxWZCt0OPI/AAAAAAAAAY4/16AtfryHgL8/s320/al15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412295840418248946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxV9n35VdI/AAAAAAAAAYw/7ZuehhU74w8/s1600-h/park1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxV9n35VdI/AAAAAAAAAYw/7ZuehhU74w8/s320/park1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412295369356301778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxV9K7EznI/AAAAAAAAAYo/fTkoSHQcLKk/s1600-h/al21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxV9K7EznI/AAAAAAAAAYo/fTkoSHQcLKk/s320/al21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412295361585008242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxV8uyWAjI/AAAAAAAAAYg/FXSc7_7BEsk/s1600-h/al8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxV8uyWAjI/AAAAAAAAAYg/FXSc7_7BEsk/s320/al8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412295354032194098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxV8DH7TEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/qX-3j2wV51Q/s1600-h/al7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxV8DH7TEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/qX-3j2wV51Q/s320/al7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412295342311558210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxV7WCk90I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_iv4di53a3U/s1600-h/al5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxV7WCk90I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_iv4di53a3U/s320/al5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412295330209527618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so that was fun and now I am here, I have had a nice relaxing weekend. My last day of this semester is December 17, so I am almost on Christmas break. I have a lot of things coming up, I have planned to do a lot with friends and family over break, hoping time will fly by faster :) so anyway thats what has been happening. I am missing Nick more than ever but excited to see what the Lord is going to do in our lives :) I am so blessed by so many friends and family and very thankful. Thank you for praying :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a map on my phone from my house to Nicks current address.... 1983.5 miles away... TOO MANY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxUwZGphhI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Ao5ziExHQ68/s1600-h/2_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxUwZGphhI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Ao5ziExHQ68/s320/2_photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412294042541721106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, thanks for reading, and going on this journey with me. Trusting the Lord and excited to see what He has planned.&lt;div&gt;Blessings!&lt;div&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/8437520192285884541-4487165150118953688?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4487165150118953688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=4487165150118953688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4487165150118953688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4487165150118953688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-blog-and-40-more-days-hopefully.html' title='Long Blog and 40 more days!!!.... hopefully...'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SxxUdO1teDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/b9YIlcYmRIg/s72-c/IMG_0545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-6401654594512811521</id><published>2009-11-17T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:47:32.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting God fix the fix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="7" width="100%" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" class="regtext20boldm" colspan="3" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 20px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(55, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;November 17&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" class="regtext12" colspan="3" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 12px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="15%" align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="70%" align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Ye also, as lively stones are built up a spiritual house …&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="15%" align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="15%" align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="70%" align="right" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;1 Peter 2:5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="15%" align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" align="left" colspan="3" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13j" colspan="3" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; "&gt;That we are living stones who are being built up, or fit together, as a spiritual house brings to mind a most interesting Scripture ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither: so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building (1 Kings 6:7).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Solomon’s Temple was being constructed, all of the chiseling, hammering, cutting, and chipping was done underneath the old city of Jerusalem so that when the stones were taken to the Temple Mount, they could be fit together in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re living stones being fit together for an eternal temple in heaven. This life is the quarry — which explains why we always feel like we’re being chipped and chiseled. ‘Why am I next to this blockhead?’ you ask or ‘Why are they part of the family?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because as living stones, we constantly rub against each other, knocking rough edges off each other in the process. You see, God puts us right next to the very people He knows will smooth us down so He can build us up into a temple for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is I try to get away from the blockhead I’m rubbing up against. But because God puts us in fixes to fix us, He puts us with people and in situations He knows will shape us most effectively. So if I try to fix the fix God put me in, He will be faithful to put me in another fix to fix the fix He wanted to fix in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don’t learn this, we’ll go from fix to fix until finally we say, ‘OK, Lord. I’m not going to try to fix this or wiggle out of that, but I’m going to embrace and accept where You have me because I know You’re doing a work on me, shaping me for eternity.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Daily Devotional is an excerpt from the book "A Days Journey" by Pastor Jon. "A Days Journey" is a collection of 365 short devotions from the New Testament.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-6401654594512811521?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6401654594512811521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=6401654594512811521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6401654594512811521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6401654594512811521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/letting-god-fix-fix.html' title='Letting God fix the fix'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-1936497697966155668</id><published>2009-11-15T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:37:12.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living a Life of Open Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Chalkboard;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Its almost been a week since Nick left. So, although things are not easy, I can feel God's strength. It is difficult, being away from my best friend without communication, but I am trusting God, and listening to His direction. I am so blessed to be surrounded by such great friends and family :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Chalkboard;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Thank You all for your prayers and words of encouragement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Chalkboard;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Chalkboard;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Something the Lord has been showing me, is something I have always known, but now am really experiencing for the first time. Living a life of open hands. Being willing to hold everything in your hand in an open position so the Lord can take it freely if He wants to. Everything we have, we are blessed with, is Gods. My family, friends, possessions etc. We need to be living a life knowing that at anytime anything can be taken because everything is on loan from God to you. Your spouse, children, family etc. Although Nick has not been taken away for good, and I am thankful for that, I am realizing how to live a life with open hands, surrendering all to Jesus, knowing that He is in control and owns everything I have. I am so blessed with many things in life and am thankful for them all. I am and will continue to live a life of open hands, knowing that God can take anything at any time. No it is not, and will not be easy when this happens, but God uses these times to force us to rely and trust Him more, and I am thankful for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Chalkboard;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Chalkboard;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;This song has really been speaking to me, its called "Open Hands" by Matt Papa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;Verse 1:&lt;br /&gt;To give unselfishly, to love the least of these&lt;br /&gt;Jesus i'm learning how to live with open hands&lt;br /&gt;All of these treasures that i hold will never satisfy my soul&lt;br /&gt;Jesus i lay it at your throne with open hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And i lift my hands open wide let the whole world sing&lt;br /&gt;how u've loved, how you died, how you set me free!&lt;br /&gt;Free at last i surrender all i am with open hands&lt;br /&gt;with open hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;To finally let go of my plans&lt;br /&gt;These earthly kingdoms built of sand&lt;br /&gt;Jesus at your cross i stand with open hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And i lift my hands open wide let the whole world sing&lt;br /&gt;how u've loved, how you died, how you set me free!&lt;br /&gt;Free at last i surrender all i am with open hands&lt;br /&gt;with open hands&lt;br /&gt;You took the nails and you wore the crown&lt;br /&gt;You hung your head, your love poured out&lt;br /&gt;You took my place and you paid the price&lt;br /&gt;So Jesus now i will give my life!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And i lift my hands open wide let the whold world sing&lt;br /&gt;how u've loved, how you died, how you set me free!&lt;br /&gt;Free at last i surrender all i am with open hands&lt;br /&gt;Jesus i lift my hands open wide let the whole world sing&lt;br /&gt;how u've loved, how you died, how you set me free!&lt;br /&gt;Free at last i surrender all i am with open hands with open hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with open hands&lt;br /&gt;with open hands&lt;br /&gt;with open hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;font-size:100%;color:#427A4E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Chalkboard;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Another song is "While I'm waiting" by John Waller (many of you have prob. heard this in the movie Fireproof, great movie :) if you haven't seen it, you should)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I am hopeful&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Though it is painful&lt;br /&gt;But patiently, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will move ahead, bold and confident&lt;br /&gt;Taking every step in obedience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You&lt;br /&gt;While I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship&lt;br /&gt;While I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will not faint&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be running the race&lt;br /&gt;Even while I wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I am peaceful&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Though it’s not easy&lt;br /&gt;But faithfully, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You while I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You while I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You while I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Chalkboard;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;This song has really been a blessing too, because I am waiting for the exciting day when I will be able to talk to and see Nick again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Chalkboard;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I have felt a little convicted lately, because I look forward to times in life so much, and different events, Christmas, being done with school, going to Glen Ivy with Michelle, being married,having a family, going to disneyland, it FINALLY being January so I can see Nick.... many things in life. When we are excited about something we usually tell people about them, because we can't help but share some excitement with friends and people we see. How much more should we be so excited and telling people about when we will see Jesus face to face  :) Although we know when those things in life will occur, and we don't know exactly when Jesus will return, we should live each day as if today were the day, because it very well could be :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Chalkboard;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;So while we are waiting for, whatever it is in life, AND most importantly for Christ's return, we are to worship, serve and run the race with boldness and confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Sans';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Sans';font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Hebrews 12:1-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-1936497697966155668?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1936497697966155668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=1936497697966155668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1936497697966155668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1936497697966155668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-life-of-open-hands.html' title='Living a Life of Open Hands'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-7661087748163034474</id><published>2009-11-14T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:24:00.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When He hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.  Job 23:10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="7" width="100%" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" class="regtext20boldm" colspan="3" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 20px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(55, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;November 14&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" class="regtext12" colspan="3" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 12px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="15%" align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="70%" align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;… Being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="15%" align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="15%" align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="70%" align="right" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;1 Peter 1:7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="15%" align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" align="left" colspan="3" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13j" colspan="3" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; "&gt;‘I know you’re going through exceedingly difficult days, with even tougher times coming your direction,’ says Peter, ‘but you can choose to rejoice. Why? Because trials strengthen faith.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In likening faith to gold tried by fire, Peter reaches back to a statement made by a man who knew uniquely what it meant to go through trials and difficulties ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he knoweth the way that I take: when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.  Job 23:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bible times, when a man wanted to make something of fine gold, he would subject the golden ore to such intense heat that all of the impurities would be burned out. And the goldsmith would know that the work was done when he could see the reflection of his own face in the liquefied gold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing is true with us. The Lord says, ‘I’ve got big plans for you, huge plans not just for this life, but for eternity. Therefore, I may need to turn up the heat a bit to work out the impurities. But My hand is on the thermostat. I know exactly what I’m doing. And, although at the present moment, it might not be easy, you’ll thank Me for the next billion years to come because what I’m after is to see the reflection of My face in your life.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? God doesn’t want to see His reflection in our lives because He’s on some sort of an ego trip, but because He knows that although we may not realize it, what we really want is to be like Him. But there are things in our lives which keep that from happening. So the way He deals with them is to turn up the heat a bit in order that we’ll come out of the fire stronger in faith and more like the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but we glory in tribulations also: knowing that tribulation worketh patience; And patience, experience; and experience, hope: And hope maketh not ashamed; because the love of God is shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Ghost which is given unto us (Romans 5:3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you finally understand this, you’ll rejoice in difficulty rather than rebel because you’ll see it as a purifying process which will work wonderful things into your life. Tribulation works patience because when you’re going through difficulty, there’s not a lot you can do other than wait for the Master Goldsmith to finish the process. Patience in turn works experience as we learn that God truly knows what He’s doing. And experience works hope — the absolute expectation of coming good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Daily Devotional is an excerpt from the book "A Days Journey" by Pastor Jon. "A Days Journey" is a collection of 365 short devotions from the New Testament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-7661087748163034474?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7661087748163034474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=7661087748163034474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7661087748163034474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7661087748163034474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-he-hath-tried-me-i-shall-come.html' title='When He hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.  Job 23:10'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-7414156190654163318</id><published>2009-11-10T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:57:06.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1- Keeping Busy.</title><content type='html'>So today was the first day I didn't see Nick, since he left so early yesterday, that doesn't count. I have always known that when you are busy time goes by faster, and luckily I have always managed to keep myself busy, all of my life. I have always had a lot going on and at times have had to force myself to relax and take time off of things. Well now, I feel like I am not busy at all, which I still am to many people, but to me I am not. Today I talked to him on the phone a couple of times and he is now in Great Lakes, Illinois. He made it safely :) I think tomorrow will be harder because it will be the first day I don't talk to him at all. REALLY weird. Anyway, I have already written 1 letter last night, and will write at least 1 every day. I promised him that, and will keep my word. Unfortunately I do not have the address yet, so until then I will store the letters in my room then send them all (labeled by date so he knows the order) until then. It should be here in the next week I think. Anyway, I am so thankful for my friends. I have had many conversations, texts and visits from many people. Yesterday before school, my good friend &lt;a href="http://shakachelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; showed up with Starbucks for me ( a blueberry muffin and pumpkin spice latte (without the coffee bc I cant have coffee bc of my heart)). It was such a nice surprise. After school I went to &lt;a href="http://walter-ily-preacher-savior.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ily's&lt;/a&gt; house and me her and Michelle hung out with me until Michelle had to work and I hung with Ily. I got a call from Nick yesterday telling me about his flight and that things were going well. Eventually Walter came home and we went out for a surprise. Dessert! mMMmMMMm... so we decided to go to Michelle's work (macaroni grill) and visit her. It was so nice to hang out with good friends, but I have to admit, it was hard because normally Nick is right along with us. Michelle gave Ily and I a stem of flowers :) Then I was so tired, I only got about 3 hours of sleep the night before so I came home and slept. Anyway I am so blessed by my friends and their support. I have definitely had hard moments but I can definitely feel the Lords presence. Tonight after class I wanted to go to the gym so I invited &lt;a href="http://shakachelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; to go with me. I think it will be our Tue night thing, gym after class. I also sent a text to Nick's sister, Jessica, and we are going on Thur. I love going to the gym, I always have, but lately have not made time for it. So now, I have plenty of time to go. It helps a lot and I know Nick is working out too so I feel like were kind of, a little, in the same place. &lt;div&gt;I have also been able to keep in contact with Nick's family, which is such a blessing, I am so blessed that we are able to talk, even when he is far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway.... thats an update, just keeping busy, tomorrow I go back to work (I took 4 days off, 2 before and 2 after he left) so that should be interesting. Anyway..... thats the update. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 9 weeks officially begins....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt;"For God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control." 2 Timothy 1:7&lt;/span&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/8437520192285884541-7414156190654163318?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7414156190654163318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=7414156190654163318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7414156190654163318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7414156190654163318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-1-keeping-busy.html' title='Day 1- Keeping Busy.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-3949357034652695296</id><published>2009-11-09T05:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:55:51.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SvgUh6CUTAI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PVOuUShdLuM/s1600-h/2_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SvgUh6CUTAI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PVOuUShdLuM/s320/2_photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402090325778123778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things in life come unexpected, I never thought 1 year and 2   months ago (September 8,2008) when Nick and I got together that today   I would be saying goodbye, but things will continue to come   unexpected, as they did today. So originally Nick was supposed to leave on November 10 for Navy   bootcamp but because of Wed. Being a holiday, plans changed. It was   unexpected and a day was taken away but Sunday we got a call saying he   would need to be ready to leave at 12 on Monday, and while we were at   church we got another call saying he needed to be ready at 4 am   Monday. Nick was able to say a quick goodbye to some but unfortunately   could not see many as thought for the last time. So, our time was cut   short. Nick had a hair apt on Monday at 9 and obviously would now not   be able to make it. So our good friends Walter, Ily, and Michelle came   over and Walter cut Nicks hair. (more pictures to come)   I love him so much and am so proud of him for listening to the Lords   direction, but will and already do miss him so much. I am ok though, I   am at home right now, studying for a test I have today, and can   definitely feel the Lords strength. Thank you for you're prayers, they   are much appreciated. Today he will be in San Diego and will fly out tomorrow from Illinois.   I will hear his voice later tonight, 1 more phone call :) I am so thankful for the friends and family the Lord has surrounded me   with! Although it will be hard, I know God will help me through and I   will be ok. The countdown begins.... 9 weeks and counting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-3949357034652695296?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3949357034652695296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=3949357034652695296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/3949357034652695296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/3949357034652695296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/unexpected.html' title='The unexpected'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SvgUh6CUTAI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PVOuUShdLuM/s72-c/2_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-2488328906576876697</id><published>2009-11-06T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:13:09.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Consistency</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So... I know I post Jon Courson's devotions a lot but its because they really bless me. Today this really blessed me because it is so nice to know I serve a God who is faithful, and consistent. He is strong, I am weak. He is all knowing, I know so little. He is everything I am not. I am so blessed to know I serve an unchanging,  trustworthy God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;November 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;… With whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning. Of his own will begat he us with the word of truth, that we should be a kind of firstfruits of his creatures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;James 1:17-18 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not only is God good in the gifts He gives, but in Who He is. In Him there is no variableness or shadow of turning. That is, He’s not moody. He doesn’t have bad days. He’s not generous with me one day, but grouchy the next — as I can so often be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We’re variable. We go through ups and downs. God doesn’t. He can be nothing but good. He doesn’t react to me according to how I’m doing with Him. He is faithful when I am faithless (2 Timothy 2:13). He is good when I am grumpy. He doesn’t change. He’s locked into His nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That’s why I love the Lord so much. He’s solid as a Rock. And I can just enjoy Him without worrying about Him being ticked with me or tired of me. He gives nothing but good gifts, for He is a good God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Daily Devotional is an excerpt from the book "A Days Journey" by Pastor Jon. "A Days Journey" is a collection of 365 short devotions from the New Testament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-2488328906576876697?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2488328906576876697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=2488328906576876697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2488328906576876697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2488328906576876697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/only-consistency.html' title='The Only Consistency'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-1741628057952723888</id><published>2009-10-30T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:31:44.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know where I'm going, but I trust You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;October 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By faith Abraham, when he was called to go out into a place which he should after receive for an inheritance, obeyed; and he went out, not knowing whither he went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hebrews 11:8 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abraham didn’t know where he was going — he just started moving. Most of us in his position would say, ‘Father, I know You’re calling me to leave Ur, and I’ll be happy to go as soon as You give me a map of Mesopotamia.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the Lord doesn’t work that way in the arena of faith. ‘Start moving one step at a time,’ He says. ‘I’ll direct you, but I will not give you directions for Step 2 until you first take Step 1. A step of faith is the prerequisite for a man or woman to be used by God. He’s looking for those who will come to the Jordan and get their feet wet (Joshua 3:15).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My tendency, however, is to say, ‘Here I am, Lord. Right near the edge, just like You told me to be. Now, Lord, this ark is important cargo. You don’t want to see it get dropped in the river and carried downstream, do You? That’s not practical. So in order to help You protect Your good name, whenever You part the water, I’ll be thrilled to go across. Here I am, Your man of faith, ready to serve You on the spot.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But without faith, it’s impossible to please God. ‘Why?’ you ask. ‘Why does God take me to the edge of the Jordan, tell me to put my foot in, and risk me looking like a fool or the ark floating down the river? I don’t get it.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess what? You will — because faith is the lingua franca of eternity. God’s not saying, ‘I’m going to put you to the test for the fun of it. Let’s see if you step in or not.’ The Father has no joy in seeing His kids agonize at the edge of the Jordan. ‘If this causes you agony,’ He says, ‘it’s because you yet need to become a man of faith. After all, it’s who you are in the arena of faith that will affect how I will use you in the next billion years to come.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see, gang, if you take eternity out of the equation, the whole thing seems like a bad joke. But once you understand that this whole deal on earth is to train and stretch, develop and mature you for heaven and the ages to come, then you start looking at everything in that way. ‘OK, Father,’ you’ll say, ‘this is a stretch for me. It’s uncomfortable. It’s not easy. But You told me to be like Abraham, so even if I don’t know where I’m going, I trust You.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Daily Devotional is an excerpt from the book "A Days Journey" by Pastor Jon. "A Days Journey" is a collection of 365 short devotions from the New Testament. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-1741628057952723888?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1741628057952723888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=1741628057952723888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1741628057952723888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1741628057952723888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-know-where-im-going-but-i-trust.html' title='I don&apos;t know where I&apos;m going, but I trust You.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-1004702940083595352</id><published>2009-10-20T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:09:10.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel fan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/St5e15_232I/AAAAAAAAAXo/EmfWlKaNlO0/s1600-h/2_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/St5e15_232I/AAAAAAAAAXo/EmfWlKaNlO0/s320/2_photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394853683831168866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didnt know...&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am a HUGE Angel fan.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I wear my jersey and hat when I watch games at home.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I watch every game and almost ditched my class to watch the game tonight but was let out early to watch the game instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-1004702940083595352?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1004702940083595352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=1004702940083595352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1004702940083595352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1004702940083595352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/10/angel-fan.html' title='Angel fan.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/St5e15_232I/AAAAAAAAAXo/EmfWlKaNlO0/s72-c/2_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-531716381311639945</id><published>2009-10-07T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:44:32.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change. stamps. and diet.</title><content type='html'>I HATE change, I do not adapt to it very well at all. A lot of things will be changing the next few weeks and even months and I do not feel ready. I know the Lord will prepare me and that He has a plan but as of now I am not ready for change. &lt;div&gt;I know I said I HATE change but I am actually uneasy about change though, it is bittersweet, I am thankful for it because it keeps me from getting comfortable and forces me to trust the Lord but I do not like it because I really struggle with trusting people. It is something that I have always struggled with and the Lord continues to show me how to trust Him. Sometimes I think the reason so many things occur that force me to trust Him is because He knows I have a problem with trust in general. Anyway..... be praying for me...5 weeks from yesterday Nick will be leaving for bootcamp, and its gonna be tough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in light of "getting ready"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought stamps...I figure I better stock up now, so I bought some and will probably be buying A LOT more in the next few months.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking I should get some stamps and other misc things I will need for the many letters I will be sending Nick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....Nick is on a diet, bc he will be leaving soon and is getting ready... so I am being supportive of course... Here we are....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SszgXxGjYAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/8tDacgI_vqA/s1600-h/2_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SszgXxGjYAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/8tDacgI_vqA/s320/2_photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389929552978075650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, I am eating ice cream, but he is eating an Apple! Yea!&lt;br /&gt;No but really we are watching what we eat, we were doing so good for a while and then kind of slacked off but are getting back on track, I don't mind, I LOVE vegetables and eating healthy, it makes me feel better every day, I don't feel gross from eating unhealthy food, and it even got to the point that when i eat at certain places now it makes me feel sick because my  body is not used to it anymore.... But anyway...it also means I get to cook! Yes! I Love cooking, seriously.... anyway, thats a quick update.... enjoying my last 5 weeks with Nick before he leaves. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-531716381311639945?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/531716381311639945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=531716381311639945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/531716381311639945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/531716381311639945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/10/change-stamps-and-diet.html' title='Change. stamps. and diet.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SszgXxGjYAI/AAAAAAAAAXg/8tDacgI_vqA/s72-c/2_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-8976998965072248537</id><published>2009-09-23T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:52:44.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A thought- POISON</title><content type='html'>Last night as I was attempting to go to sleep the Lord kept putting different thoughts through my mind...One of them I will share....&lt;div&gt;It is kind of convicting so beware:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me preface it with this, I was convicted only because no I don't watch CRAZY things or listen to music with crazy language but it was just something the Lord put on my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We fill our minds, our perceptions...we just view so many unholy things, and allow ourselves to look upon or hear things that really are poison to us as believers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are watching something or hearing something that as a believer you should not introduce yourself to, or put in front of you, its like feeding yourself a little bit of poison. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These can be simple things such as tv shows, movies, songs, the words you allow people to use around you, jokes you hear etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those things that seep a little poison into your mind are those things which hinder your walk with the Lord; they are like little doses of poison that you are feeding yourself. How much poison do you allow into your mind every day?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something to think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-8976998965072248537?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8976998965072248537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=8976998965072248537' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/8976998965072248537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/8976998965072248537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/09/thought-poison.html' title='A thought- POISON'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-27464164128032121</id><published>2009-09-14T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:52:31.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Much....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So Much has been going on in my life lately.... I have been hesitant to blog about it but have decided it is time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As some of you may know my boyfriend, Nick, joined the US Navy on May 19, 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To be honest, this has probably been one of the hardest times in my life because more than ever I have been forced to trust the Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are SO many emotions that come with this decision and so many questions that run through my head. But... Those things don't matter, I do not need to worry myself silly or put myself into depression, the one thing I do know is, I am trusting Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; ("&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:13px;"&gt;For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind." 2 Timothy 1:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yep thats right, Trusting the Lord who created everything and knows both Nick and myself better than anyone else. I am so thankful to have His guidance and to be able to hear Him speak to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This has been really hard for me because, well, I wont be seeing him for a while when he leaves.. September 8, 2009 marked our 1 year anniversary together, and what an exciting year it was! So much has happened and I am so blessed to have him and his family in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Lord has also blessed me with many great friends who have helped me and supported me, even to just listen and tell me when the Lord shows them something. Things seem confusing at times but the Lord continues to show me His plan and purpose and I am very thankful for the few who have stuck by my side even when things might not Seem to make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Overall, all of this is to say that Nick will be leaving for bootcamp on November 10, 2009 for Great Lakes, Illinois.  Things will be hard, they will, I will probably have a hard time, but I do know one thing, I will be ok. The Lord has a plan and I am excited to see how he will use both of us in the situations that are to come. This is not something I ever imagined happening, but the Lord continues to speak to me and show me how he will use us in many situations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So... I will be using this blog to update on further events... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;on another note, school has started once again and only one more year until I get my BA in Liberal Studies... WOO HOO!!! I wish I could say then I will be done with school but then...another year will be here for credentials and then another if I decide to get my masters....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Pray for me if you get a chance, for His Wisdom Peace and comfort when I am having hard times... and Please pray for Nick as well that the Lord would bring other Godly guys along side of him as he serves our country and above all else, our God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"For this is God, our God forever and ever; He will be our guide. Even to death" Psalm 48:14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-27464164128032121?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/27464164128032121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=27464164128032121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/27464164128032121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/27464164128032121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-much.html' title='So Much....'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-2820138476483218680</id><published>2009-08-18T12:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T12:15:40.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="7" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" class="regtext20boldm" colspan="3" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 20px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(55, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;August 18&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" class="regtext12" colspan="3" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 12px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="15%" align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="70%" align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit; Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord: Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="15%" align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="15%" align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="70%" align="right" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Ephesians 5:18-20&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="15%" align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" align="left" colspan="3" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13j" colspan="3" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; "&gt;When I feel things aren’t going very well, I’m tempted to lose heart. And when this happens, I know there’s only one thing to do: speak to myself in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder David was discouraged. He and his men returned from fighting the Amalekites only to discover that their town had been burned by their enemies, their wives and kids taken hostage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘This is your fault, David,’ said his men. ‘You took us away from here.’ And so angry were they that they wanted to kill him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did David do? He encouraged himself in the Lord (I Samuel 30:6). He sang songs. He wrote psalms. He began to praise and worship. As a result, he rallied his men once again and they recovered all that was lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had David remained in his depressed state, not only would he have been rendered ineffective, but the women and children would have remained captive. And so will you until you begin to worship. God’s will is that you be free — and nothing will free you from the tyranny of your own situation like worship. You will be profoundly blessed and amazingly productive whenever you give thanks to God for all things in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="7"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext20" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 20px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;This Daily Devotional is an excerpt from the book "A Days Journey" by Pastor Jon. "A Days Journey" is a collection of 365 short devotions from the New Testatment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-2820138476483218680?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2820138476483218680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=2820138476483218680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2820138476483218680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2820138476483218680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/08/worship.html' title='Worship.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-6803206411956356513</id><published>2009-08-08T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T06:59:41.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing the hope of His calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellspacing="7" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" class="regtext20boldm" colspan="3" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 20px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(55, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;August 8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" class="regtext12" colspan="3" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 12px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="15%" align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="70%"  align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;… That ye may know what is the hope of his calling …&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="15%" align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="15%" align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="70%" align="right" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Ephesians 1:18&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" width="15%" align="left" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13b" align="left" colspan="3"  style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13j" colspan="3" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: justify; "&gt;Throughout Scripture, the word 'hope' always refers to that which is coming, to that which is ahead. I'm convinced the single greatest problem carnal Christians have is that they don't know the hope of His calling. They don't know the reality of heaven. Consequently, they are constantly striving for material things and are continually chasing carnal pursuits. They remain in bondage, depressed, and discouraged because they don't see the big picture of eternity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you're not happy at this moment, neither will you be with a change of location, salary, or ministry. You'll not be happy until you know the hope of His calling. That's why Jesus  said, 'Let not your hearts be troubled ... I go to prepare a place for you,' (John 14:1-2). The key to overcoming a troubled, perplexed, stressed heart is to focus on the hope of his calling, on what's ahead, on heaven.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'But heaven seems so far away,' you say. 'For years, I've been hearing Jesus could come at any time. But where is He?'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'Beloved,' Peter said, 'be not ignorant of this one thing: One day is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day,' (II Peter 3:8).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A day is as a thousand years. Maybe you're saying, 'Is that ever true! Will this day ever end?' If you are in a strained marriage, a single person aware of your loneliness, or if you're physically afflicted, a day can indeed seem like a thousand years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'Lord, where are You?' you cry. 'I've been talking to You. I have total trust in You. But where are You?'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This day is as a  thousand years because in your day of difficulty and dilemma, pressure and pain, sadness and sorrow, you have the unique opportunity to share the fellowship of the Lord's suffering, and to pray for others in a way you never would have been able to otherwise. We want to get out of the trial, solve the problem, move on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Lord, however, says, 'Not so fast. I want this day to be as a thousand years for you. The discoveries you'll make, the understanding you will glean, the gifts of praise, the expression of even frustrated prayer will affect you for the next zillion years. Because My coming is near, and your heavenly account is pretty small, I'm giving you an opportunity to make some huge investments in the few days that remain before you go to heaven.'&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You for whom this day has seemed as a thousand years — rejoice. Savor each moment. Extract each minute. Take every opportunity in this long, long day you're in to thank the  Father for the opportunity to store up treasure which will make you rich for eternity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="7"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext20" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 20px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="regtext13" style="font-variant: normal; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;This Daily Devotional is an excerpt from the book "A Days Journey" by Pastor Jon. "A Days Journey" is a collection of 365 short devotions from the New Testament.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my  iPhone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-6803206411956356513?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6803206411956356513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=6803206411956356513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6803206411956356513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6803206411956356513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/08/knowing-hope-of-his-calling.html' title='Knowing the hope of His calling'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-6446496738749131946</id><published>2009-07-08T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:50:53.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Extravaganzas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had such a great birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Wednesday I worked for 4 hours and then.... off to Disneyland with Nick :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At work when I clocked in and out it put a nice greeting on the Screen wishing me a Happy Birthday :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Disneyland I got a free gift card because Disneyland gives you a free ticket for your birthday this year, but since I have a pass I got a giftcard for the price of one ticket. I got some cool oven gloves that look like mickey hands for when I am baking :) I also got some cookie cutters, some suckers for my niece and nephews and a Wii game called "think fast" its a Disney one, it actually turned out to be a pretty fun game...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we were off to BJ's....it was a long ride, we were going to go to one on the beach but apparently google maps didnt know that one closed...soooo...off to corona... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After that I went back to Nicks house where a nice surprise gift was given to me from his mom. Then....church, when I walked into my office I was greeted by some balloons and a few gifts along with many cards and more balloons throughout the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This day ended with In N Out. A few friends and myself went and enjoyed some tasty  burgers after church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday I was taken to BJ's by Michelle and Bethany, it was a fun dinner and so nice to be able to get together with them :) (Yes, I got 2 birthday pazookies, is that allowed? oh well it happened... :) and they were soooo tasty!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday morning at 4 am we were ready to go...so.... we packed up the car and left for Vegas. My mom, dad, Nick and myself went to pick up my sister ( Courtney) and her husband (Sean). We stopped for some donuts ( I was so hungry, weird I know for being so early) and we were headed East. After a few hours of driving (well more like sleeping, except for my dad he was driving) we were finally there! I had a great time while we were there, Kendall and Justin met us out there and we all had a lot of fun. We went through the hotels and saw the lions in the MGM and in the Bellagio we went to the pretty garden and in the Venetian we saw the Grand Canal, each one kind of has their own main thing. On the fourth of July they didnt have a huge show as I thought they would, Caesars did shoot some fireworks but the great part of the night was when they shut down the strip for a helicopter landing on the street. It was one of the shows they were going to have, the guy needed to have a grand entrance apparently... Meanwhile a guy tried to run across the street and got tackled by some cops.... His beer went one way and he went the other... anyway...It was crazy but overall it was a lot of fun. We went to PF changs one night for dinner and Serendipity for dessert. Its a famous place known for its frozen hot chocolate, the desserts were HUGE!! and sooooo yummy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was pretty hot while we were there but it was a lot of fun and nice to spend time with my family....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got home super late on Sunday night because of all of the traffic, and on Monday after work, Nick and I went to lunch and he also got me a new pair of rainbows :) (they were much needed, my old ones were really thrashed) then for dinner I made Tasty tostadas and sweet corn cake....MMMmmMmmMMMm :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A couple of things to note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-I am so thankful I have Jesus, people are so lost and waste their lives away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-I knew it would be bad there, I have been there before, but I think now that I am older my eyes are more open to how crazy the world is or something....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-being around so many smokers (not my family, the crazy people that were also in Vegas) made my lungs hurt, and I attribute this to my being sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-people focus so much on things that will burn, they are searching for pleasure instead of satisfaction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-its not going to get better the world is going to keep getting worse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Lord really spoke to me about a lot of things this weekend and really reminded me of how important it is to share His truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am very thankful for my friends and family, thanks for contributing to make my birthday a great one :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SlTbMGlgwPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/9STk72xZmuU/s320/6169_511922717001_139001092_30474412_4845320_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356146857823224050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-6446496738749131946?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6446496738749131946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=6446496738749131946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6446496738749131946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6446496738749131946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-extravaganzas.html' title='Birthday Extravaganzas!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SlTZpg_bs_I/AAAAAAAAAXA/WV8VLxqivzk/s72-c/DSCN6669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-6207910049708316833</id><published>2009-07-01T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:31:36.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21.</title><content type='html'>Today I turn 21. WOW! It doesn't really feel like it yet, it is only 29 min into my birthday but....yea. I was curious to see what time I was born so I checked out my birth certificate... I will officially be 21 years old at 7:20 PM. Anyway it looks to be like a fun day, actually fun 5 days so far.... :) I am very excited for the next 5 days. Yay! :D Thank you Lord for another year &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-6207910049708316833?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6207910049708316833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=6207910049708316833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6207910049708316833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6207910049708316833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/07/21.html' title='21.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-3060363766714437525</id><published>2009-06-29T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:57:31.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Beachy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its been more than a month since I posted a blog so I figured hey, why not...&lt;/div&gt;So.......Summer has been Beachy indeed! :)&lt;div&gt;For those of you who have read my previous blogs, I decided to make it a goal to go to the beach once a week this summer.....Not happening, but I have gone more than I have the past 2 years combined which makes me very happy because I LOVE the beach and rarely go, well usually.....So....since my last blog I have gone to the beach 3 times... Trip number 1 Nick and I decided to take my nephew Colin to the Beach before my niece and nephew got out of school for the summer(the bottom 8 pictures are from that trip) This trip consisted of burying Colin sand fights between Nick and Colin, sand castle creations, water extravaganza...and of course a nice sleeping 5 year old on the way home :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trip number 2 Nick suggested we take all 3 of them to the beach, brave, I know. (the top 3 pictures are from this trip)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This trip was a little more hectic I woke all of them up and had a little more to do because you are adding 2 more people to the planning...anyway...We got down there and yet again, more burying, sand castle creating and water fun. Nick helped Dylan learn how to boogie board a little better. Colin is a little more afraid of the water at this point in time so in the picture you will see him sitting on the board right where the waves nicely brush across your feet :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This trip ended similar to the last but this time it ended with a 5, 8 and 11 year old asleep in the back seat :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...the most recent trip was yesterday, I went with Nicks mom and sister to the beach (no pictures for this one...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a lot of fun and this time I was able to go in the water more because I wasn't looking out for kids running around.. but the only draw back is every time we have gone to the beach this summer which is 4 or 5 times now I think... there has been so much sea weed, it REALLY grosses me out...but nevertheless I have been having a blast soaking in the sun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. 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height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgnOl5dxEuI/AAAAAAAAARQ/e-MrDg37OM4/s320/DSCN6430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335022384073216738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgnOlv3Zz0I/AAAAAAAAARI/E_qGg0Ec3fE/s1600-h/DSC_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgnOlv3Zz0I/AAAAAAAAARI/E_qGg0Ec3fE/s320/DSC_0303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335022381496389442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgnOlWk6jbI/AAAAAAAAARA/tzLW2o18y5o/s1600-h/DSC_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgnOlWk6jbI/AAAAAAAAARA/tzLW2o18y5o/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335022374707957170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgnOk88sfxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/K_8MjNo2LnI/s1600-h/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgnOk88sfxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/K_8MjNo2LnI/s320/DSC_0131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335022367828377362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgnOk-qYQqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/s-wgD6H93_o/s1600-h/DSC_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgnOk-qYQqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/s-wgD6H93_o/s320/DSC_0119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335022368288424610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend was quite the adventure....&lt;div&gt;Friday after I got off work at 10am Nick and I headed down to San Diego to go sailing with his parents and stay on the boat for the weekend. The plan was we would go to the beach and then when they got to the boat we would meet them there.... So we did walk around the beach a little then...decided to drive down the coast so instead of taking the freeway straight to the boat we drove along the coast, it was so nice, super pretty!!! We stopped at Seal Beach in La Jolla where the seals lay all over this protected beach its so cool, and its pup season so there were cute little baby seals all over :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.... we went out to dinner with his parents at a yummmy restaurant and then hung out and Saturday went out for the Red Bull Air Races. So we took the boat and anchored at a spot to watch these planes race around above the water. It was sooooo cool, so much fun and we were right by the huge Navy ships and there were helicopters and jets flying overhead. Anyway so that was cool then we went back to dock and bbq'd on the boat. Later we played cards with his mom too. Sunday we had breakfast with his mom for Mothers day and then headed back to good 'ol Riverside for a BBQ with my family. Monday came along and we went to Corona Del Mar. It was fun....perfect Beach day...we both did get a little burnt, well he didnt get a little burnt, he is burnt lol. Anyway...so then.... we decided to go to Laguna Beach for dinner at BJs where you can see the ocean out the window. We are still celebrating his birthday so we got his birthday Pazookie  and then we walked around the shops....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAIT....PAUSE....this all sounds kinda boring...but it wasn't guess its one of those you had to be there things.... but..... overall it was very relaxing, nice to get out of the every day norm and enjoy God's creation. It was also nice to hang out with his parents more. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;above are a few pictures from this weekend but you can view more on my facebook or myspace for those of my facebook/myspace friends out there...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway....it was a GREAT 4 days....now back to work...lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I have decided I will make it a goal to go to the beach 1 day a week during my summer break. The past couple of years I have not gone much, Nick said its been the same for him so...Nick told me he is up for the challenge  :) yay for summer beach days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-8988212104382845324?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8988212104382845324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=8988212104382845324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/8988212104382845324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/8988212104382845324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/05/red-bull-air-races-san-diego-mothers.html' title='Red Bull Air Races, San Diego, Mothers Day, Beach Day....best 4 day weekend in a long time. :)'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgnP5eeMOGI/AAAAAAAAASA/zxJ7SGmB4Mo/s72-c/DSCN6487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-5366524621485312221</id><published>2009-05-07T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:30:49.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick turned 21....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgPPdJEIrRI/AAAAAAAAAQo/1hoJiROZepM/s1600-h/DSCN0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgPPdJEIrRI/AAAAAAAAAQo/1hoJiROZepM/s320/DSCN0383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333334483293220114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://nickgeleng.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicks&lt;/a&gt; 21st birthday was on May 1st. So.... we went to Disneyland.... of course :) and we used his gift card from them for having a disneyland pass to shop a little....then.... we decided to go golfing...:) so we went golfing at a nice course and then we went to Activate at church and then to see XMEN Wolverine....so....yea it was really nice but....&lt;div&gt;My mind however was preoccupied with what was going to happen Saturday (May 2) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgPPIdsodeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mkguMIE0DIE/s1600-h/DSCN0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgPPIdsodeI/AAAAAAAAAQg/mkguMIE0DIE/s320/DSCN0385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333334128054531554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Nick at Disneyland :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgPPIDu0YGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/zAbmL8q7LZY/s1600-h/DSCN0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgPPIDu0YGI/AAAAAAAAAQY/zAbmL8q7LZY/s320/DSCN0388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333334121084379234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick getting ready for Hole #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So.....Nick thought I was making him a very nice Birthday dinner....little did he know there was a much bigger plan in the mix...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I planned a Surprise party for him and invited all of our friends and also his parents.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was very nice...I was sooooo nervous...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day finally came, I never keep anything from him so this was very hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He calls and said he will be on his way (earlier than I was expecting, he says so he could help with dinner... anyway...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yea so I have to make sure no one is walking up when he gets there and also that there are no cars in sight. SO he finally gets there (it took so much longer than it usually does for him to come) and then I met him at the car... and after a little conversation we go to the door and "SURPRISE!!!!!!!" he was sooooo shocked.... He tried to come up with some reasons why he didnt know and also said "No I wanted the nice dinner" and &lt;a href="http://cyborgcommando0.blogspot.com/"&gt;David&lt;/a&gt; replied with "Well we can leave" lol it was funny anyway...then he saw his parents and took another step back because he was so surprised they were there.... Anyway... It was a lot of fun :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgPPH5VToUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/juxXfzqDwuE/s1600-h/DSCN0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgPPH5VToUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/juxXfzqDwuE/s320/DSCN0415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333334118293020994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgPPHsHnQkI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_fP8FXOM-s8/s1600-h/DSCN0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgPPHsHnQkI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_fP8FXOM-s8/s320/DSCN0422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333334114745926210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgPPHbI3Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/z92c_MNYm0Q/s1600-h/DSCN6351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgPPHbI3Q7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/z92c_MNYm0Q/s320/DSCN6351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333334110187766706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick after he realized his parents were there and still trying to cope with the SHOCK lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-5366524621485312221?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5366524621485312221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=5366524621485312221' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5366524621485312221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5366524621485312221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/05/nick-turned-21.html' title='Nick turned 21....'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SgPPdJEIrRI/AAAAAAAAAQo/1hoJiROZepM/s72-c/DSCN0383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-7745417429217351948</id><published>2009-04-30T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:12:51.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>done done done done done.....</title><content type='html'>done done.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Done with school....well kinda, for this year...I still don't feel like I am on summer break. And I am a senior now...weird. It went by so fast, well kinda, fast yet slow.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....anyway....here is an encouraging verse for all of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For this is God, our God forever and ever; He will be our guide. Even to death"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psalm 48:14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-7745417429217351948?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7745417429217351948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=7745417429217351948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7745417429217351948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7745417429217351948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/04/done-done-done-done-done.html' title='done done done done done.....'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-1081151154614570840</id><published>2009-04-24T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:35:54.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Day :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SfJMCApV5-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/eM4yMCJ6QDk/s1600-h/DSCN0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SfJMCApV5-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/eM4yMCJ6QDk/s320/DSCN0381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328404906549569506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SfJIJaTG_gI/AAAAAAAAAPg/aaB62fTazIY/s1600-h/IMG_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SfJIJaTG_gI/AAAAAAAAAPg/aaB62fTazIY/s320/IMG_0337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328400635648212482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SfJIJf32v-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/ErBQoArUUjE/s1600-h/IMG_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SfJIJf32v-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/ErBQoArUUjE/s320/IMG_0336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328400637144514530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SfJGu4w-INI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/l-4wW8w78Ko/s1600-h/IMG_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SfJGu4w-INI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/l-4wW8w78Ko/s320/IMG_0332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328399080458428626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So yesterday Nick and I went golfing, well he went golfing I rode along. The plan was for me to do some studying for my super hard test today while he golfed....I didn't study quite as much as I thought I would. But it was so fun, and I still studied a lot last night and today... Anyway...let me tell you a little about our adventure.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Wednesday night we were like lets go golfing! so we went to the store after church and I was going to make dinner, I made chicken and cauliflower and carrots...MMmmMmMMm anyway....while we were there I was like maybe we should take a lunch in like an ice chest or something...so we decided to just get some snacks to take...so we got granola bars and carrots and lemonade and  banana chips and water mmmMmmmm yum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Thursday came and I had a presentation so once I was done I went to his house to meet him. Considering how hot it has been I thought hm...a great day to get a tan, so I wore shorts and a short sleeve shirt with sandals, I had my sunglasses on and everything...well....silly me, I should have checked the weather channel so I was lucky I had a jacket and blanket in my car.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway we get there and we put our ice chest on the golf cart were riding around and we get through 9 holes (thats half way for you non golfers out there) So...were going onto the 10th when this guy keeps looking at me and I was like uh....idk whats happening but Nick was hitting so I couldn't say anything, you dont talk when someone is up to hit...just an FYI out there for you non golfers again... anyway he points to us but I think nothing of it and we move on so were driving to where Nicks ball landed and.........were being chased! By another golf cart so I'm like uh...Nick I think he wants to talk to us... and so we stop and are told we couldnt have our ice chest so we were like oh ok we didnt know so we took it to my car and continued on with the 10-13 holes...Well I had a dentist apt for a cleaning at 230 so I was going to leave at 2 and come back and meet him so we did the 10-13 hole then I had to leave. So Nick goes to turn the cart around but you know he has to make it fun, this whole time so we have been doing crazy moves,  all day long, actually everytime we go Nick does crazy moves lol...but this time.... I fly up and almost fall out! I hit my rib on the side of the cart but he caught me so I didn't fall... it was soooooo funny, and scary might I add... Anyway so then I go to the dentist and theyre like you dont have an appointment which was kind of annoying bc i drove all the way there and when i called the day before they said I did but oh well its rescheduled so i go back to meet Nick to finish the holes. So I get out of the car and take the same path I did last time and notice a sign that says "No Personal Coolers Allowed"....oops lol...so I found Nick and showed him the pic lol.....so then we were going along and I had something on my shirt so I didn't know but Nick was pointing to it with his club and I move my head to look because I was turned away and..... BAM! his club hits me in the jaw. Oh boy! so...yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after we had Red Robin and then we went to Chicks because they're closing and I got some Vans for $20.00 it was a good deal...then we went to Pinkberry then we came to my house. Anyway thats almost our whole day, I mean we had conversations and other fun moments throughout the whole thing but it was so much fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-1081151154614570840?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1081151154614570840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=1081151154614570840' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1081151154614570840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1081151154614570840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-day.html' title='Fun Day :)'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SfJMCApV5-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/eM4yMCJ6QDk/s72-c/DSCN0381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-5580489738154324016</id><published>2009-04-21T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:03:26.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty much sums up what the Lord has been teaching me lately.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;April 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For I am with thee, and no man shall set on thee to hurt thee ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acts 18:10 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‘Paul,’ said the Lord, ‘I’m giving you this promise: I am with thee, and no man shall set on thee to hurt thee.’ So too, the Lord has given over 3,000 promises to you and me in His Word. He has already given them — the only thing that remains to be done is for us to believe them. Consequently, we have a choice to make: to bail out in the night, or, like Paul, to continue in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see, contrary to Paul’s typical pattern of making short stops in the cities to which he ministered, Paul stayed in Corinth a year and a half. Why? I suggest he was established because of the Lord’s promise. So too, we don’t need to be on an emotional roller-coaster — rejoicing one moment and fearful the next. Like Paul, we can say, ‘The Lord gave a promise to me. Therefore I will continue on steadfastly.’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turn to Isaiah 7 and contrast Paul with another man who also received a promise from the Lord ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rezin, king of Syria, and Pekah, king of the ten northern tribes of Israel, formed an alliance and planned an attack against Judah, the two southern tribes. The Lord told Isaiah to speak to Ahaz, king of Judah, who was fearful and upset about the upcoming battle. ‘Your response to the promise of God will have no effect on the outcome of the battle,’ Isaiah told Ahaz, ‘for God has already determined that Israel and Syria will be unsuccessful. However, your response to God’s promise will have great effect upon you, for if you don’t believe God, you won’t be established. You’ll be unstable. You’ll be emotional. You’ll cave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So too with us. The Lord says to you and me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‘In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself, that where I am, there ye may be also,’ (John 14:2-3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‘And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to His purpose,’ (Romans 8:28).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like Paul, we can be established and strengthened in such promises, or, like Ahaz, we can fret and fear needlessly. Whether we choose to claim them or ignore them, God will keep His Word. He will prepare a place for us as believers, return for us, and work all things together for good regardless of whether we believe Him or not. But if we don’t take Him at His Word, we will live a life of instability, inconsistency, and anxiety — totally needlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‘But what if I’m misunderstanding the promises?’ you ask. ‘What if I’m misreading the Bible? What if I’m misinterpreting the context? So often I come across a promise and I believe it’s for me — but what if it's not?’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Consider Isaiah’s words to Ahaz: ‘Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign: Behold a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel,’ (Isaiah 7:14). The word ‘you’ in this verse being plural, the sign was not only for Ahaz but for everyone. ‘Ahaz,’ the Lord declared, ‘a sign will be given to you — and not to you only, but to all people. A virgin shall conceive, and a Son shall be born Whose name will be Immanuel — God with us.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God still says to the Ahaz in you and me, ‘I am Immanuel. I am the ultimate source of stability.’ You see, I might question if I’m understanding the Scriptures properly. I might wonder if what I’m reading is applicable to me personally. I might doubt whether I interpret the theology correctly. But the Lord says to me, ‘Know this: Even if you’re not sure if the promises apply to you, I, Immanuel, am with you.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a trip to Los Angeles recently, Mary Elizabeth rode in the front seat between Tammy and I. Fascinated by a map of California, she kept busy trying to figure out where we were and where we were going. At five years of age, Mary can barely read. So, even if she was confused about where we were in relationship to her map, or if we were going the right way according to her interpretation of the the map — guess what. It didn’t matter at all because she wasn’t driving. I, her father, was in the driver’s seat. She could have been reading the map backwards and upside down and it would have had no affect whatsoever on my ability to get her to Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So too, even if we’re not reading the map of God’s Word correctly — even if sometimes we feel like we’re holding it upside down and backwards — the fact remains that Immanuel is with us, and He’s in the driver’s seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only thing that could have gone wrong on our trip to L.A. would have been if Mary suddenly lurched out of her seat and grabbed the wheel, saying, ‘Let me steer. Let me steer.’ You see, gang, anytime we grab the wheel of our lives and say, ‘Let me steer; I gotta figure this out; I have to make this happen,’ our lives begin to careen and swerve — and we end up wondering why we crash unnecessarily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read the Word, saints. Saturate yourselves in Scripture and look for His promises as you rest in His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Daily Devotional is an excerpt from the book "A Days Journey" by Pastor Jon. "A Days Journey" is a collection of 365 short devotions from the New Testament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-5580489738154324016?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5580489738154324016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=5580489738154324016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5580489738154324016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5580489738154324016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/04/pretty-much-sums-up-what-lord-is.html' title='Pretty much sums up what the Lord has been teaching me lately.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-6862972935132543027</id><published>2009-04-19T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:39:59.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Copy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SerU1ERt8_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/szXM2NCigoY/s1600-h/wordle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SerU1ERt8_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/szXM2NCigoY/s320/wordle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326303517465244658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...I copied &lt;a href="http://eliiizabeth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt; and decided to &lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/"&gt;wordle&lt;/a&gt; my blog as well...kinda cool.... lol and very interesting to see what words came up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-6862972935132543027?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6862972935132543027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=6862972935132543027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6862972935132543027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6862972935132543027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/04/copy.html' title='Copy.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SerU1ERt8_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/szXM2NCigoY/s72-c/wordle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-6761336015394302632</id><published>2009-04-15T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:25:11.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in honor of tax day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SeZspb1SgSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Zt01QTJGxM8/s1600-h/IMG_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SeZspb1SgSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Zt01QTJGxM8/s320/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325063068513894690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this picture to be quite hilarious and thought today was the perfect day to post it.... Hope you all got your taxes done :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-6761336015394302632?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6761336015394302632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=6761336015394302632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6761336015394302632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6761336015394302632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-honor-of-tax-day.html' title='in honor of tax day'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SeZspb1SgSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Zt01QTJGxM8/s72-c/IMG_0295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-442419291652511785</id><published>2009-04-05T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:12:47.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Angel Games....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I just got my first set of angel tickets for 2009. &lt;a href="http://nickgeleng.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nick&lt;/a&gt; and I are going on Thursday, I am SOOOO excited :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We bought them from Kendall and Justin, they got season tickets this year. You can buy tickets from them too by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.wilsonopolis.com/angels/info.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who don't know, I am a HUGE angel fan, &lt;a href="http://nickgeleng.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nick&lt;/a&gt; is too.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdlyVpG9csI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UruzUB0FJxo/s1600-h/Photo+19.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/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdlyVpG9csI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UruzUB0FJxo/s320/Photo+19.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321410150852817602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-442419291652511785?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/442419291652511785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=442419291652511785' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/442419291652511785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/442419291652511785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-angel-games.html' title='Oh, Angel Games....'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdlyVpG9csI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UruzUB0FJxo/s72-c/Photo+19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-9071038956845325362</id><published>2009-04-03T13:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:06:57.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure Joy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He saw in a vision evidently about the ninth hour of the day an angel of God coming in to him, and saying unto him, Cornelius. And when he looked on him, he was afraid, and said, What is it, Lord? And he said unto him, Thy prayers and thine alms are come up for a memorial before God. And now send men to Joppa, and call for one Simon, whose surname is Peter ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acts 10:3-5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why did the Lord send an angel to tell Cornelius to find Peter? Why didn’t the angel himself share the Gospel with Cornelius? I believe the reason is that it is not the job of angels to share the Gospel. It’s ours. God could thunder the Gospel from heaven if He so desired. But He’s chosen to use you and me as instruments to tell people His Good News. If we ever get it through our heads that the Gospel really is good news, we wouldn’t need classes or motivational seminars on witnessing. Telling people that the Lord loves them — that every sin they’ve ever committed, are committing, or will commit is forgiven because of Jesus’ death on the Cross — is not a burden. It’s a privilege! Talking about religion is a pain; but sharing the Gospel is pure joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daniel 12:3 says those who turn many to righteousness shall shine as the stars forever. If you’re a soul-winner, a Good News-sharer, you’re going to shine — not only in heaven, but here on earth as well. How long has it been since you looked someone in the eye and said, ‘I’ve got Good News for you!’? A week? A month? If you feel kind of dull and burned-out, share the Gospel and shine once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-9071038956845325362?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/9071038956845325362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=9071038956845325362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/9071038956845325362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/9071038956845325362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/04/pure-joy.html' title='Pure Joy!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-5451339285874999602</id><published>2009-04-01T14:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:53:49.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdPiBU-6f4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/l_Xugl-4jMs/s1600-h/IMG_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdPiBU-6f4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/l_Xugl-4jMs/s320/IMG_0277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319844097295024002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;......Israel.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to do a project for one of my classes called "cultural plunge" we went to a mosque, so anyway....we brought (bethany got it :) ) food for the class to help bring the whole experience and it really made me think about Israel. I want to go back so badly. I will go back, one day. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-5451339285874999602?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5451339285874999602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=5451339285874999602' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5451339285874999602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5451339285874999602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-miss.html' title='I miss..'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdPiBU-6f4I/AAAAAAAAAOw/l_Xugl-4jMs/s72-c/IMG_0277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-1491300819311985004</id><published>2009-04-01T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:41:52.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Airshow , and Pinkberry :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdPePWLcAyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/nNBGDhm_ecU/s1600-h/IMG_0270.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/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdPePWLcAyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/nNBGDhm_ecU/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319839940087644962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nick and I went to lunch one day and decided we should go to the airport because they were going to be having an airshow and I had to work so I would not be able to go, so we pulled up and I was like "are you sure we can do this?" and Nick said, "Yep, but if not, its worth a try" so we walked through and walked right on the strip and there were some planes already there for the airshow so we walked around a little. It was definitely not as big of a show since they were landing for the next day, in fact it wasn't a real show at all but it was kind of like our own little personal airshow lol :) it was fun :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdPeAZI_fRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/WxeQUiflEvI/s1600-h/IMG_0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdPeAZI_fRI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/WxeQUiflEvI/s320/IMG_0269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319839683184655634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few days later we were going out towards Corona and we made a stop on our way at Dos Logos. We used to go there sometimes but haven't in a long time and we got PinkBerry, I LOVE pinkberry, my favorite is the regular with strawberries and Captain Crunch, he likes Strawberries and Coconut. Anyway it was fun :) and Yummy :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdPfWrIHo6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/tqZjEF5sGYg/s1600-h/IMG_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdPfWrIHo6I/AAAAAAAAAOo/tqZjEF5sGYg/s320/IMG_0273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319841165481583522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-1491300819311985004?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1491300819311985004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=1491300819311985004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1491300819311985004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1491300819311985004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/04/personal-airshow-and-pinkberry.html' title='Personal Airshow , and Pinkberry :)'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdPePWLcAyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/nNBGDhm_ecU/s72-c/IMG_0270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-2607913967981242037</id><published>2009-04-01T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:34:17.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdPdrVC6l-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/N6SzmHh_aJ0/s1600-h/IMG_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdPdrVC6l-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/N6SzmHh_aJ0/s320/IMG_0267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319839321308174306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdPdP-J6WvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zYAUWI5kzeA/s1600-h/IMG_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdPdP-J6WvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/zYAUWI5kzeA/s320/IMG_0268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319838851307035378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdPdK9ElA3I/AAAAAAAAAN4/XY22sgfDY_A/s1600-h/IMG_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdPdK9ElA3I/AAAAAAAAAN4/XY22sgfDY_A/s320/IMG_0274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319838765116883826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So...Here is my latest project, it might be my favorite one so far, Idk I haven't decided yet but it was a marker project we could only use four colors, they had to be certain ones. But anyway... here it is, I kind of have pictures from the process in coloring it, the drawing part is  not included  but it took forever to color it, not to mention I ran out of the background color sharpee which is funny because I have never run out of a sharpee just using it once. And they don't sell that color separately so I had to buy a whole new pack lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two more projects to go...... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-2607913967981242037?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2607913967981242037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=2607913967981242037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2607913967981242037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2607913967981242037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/04/art-11.html' title='Art 11'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SdPdrVC6l-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/N6SzmHh_aJ0/s72-c/IMG_0267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-2931041818779795398</id><published>2009-03-31T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:57:22.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love..,</title><content type='html'>How I got Jillian and michelle all into hot cheetos now too :)  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="cid:405D2B3E-2549-4DF6-B7DD-6EADA0D352FF"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;   Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-2931041818779795398?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2931041818779795398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=2931041818779795398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2931041818779795398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2931041818779795398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love.html' title='I love..,'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-1360802255554724315</id><published>2009-03-29T12:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:06:54.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting....Really forgetting those things behind and pressing on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Saul was consenting ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acts 8:1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Saul, of course, would later become known as the Apostle Paul. The word, ‘consenting’ actually means, ‘voting’, implying that Saul was a voting member of the Sanhedrin, the Jewish Supreme Court. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This interests me because marriage was one of the requirements for a position on the Sanhedrin — and yet Paul wrote to the church at Corinth that it was good for the unmarried and the widows to remain in a single state — even as he was (I Corinthians 7:8). If Paul was married in Acts and single in I Corinthians — what happened to his wife? Some suggest she died — that he was a widower who chose to remain single in order to give himself more fully to ministry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Much more probable, however, based upon the writings of early Church history, is that Paul’s wife left him. When he was converted, she walked out and never came back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Either way, it’s interesting that Paul doesn’t tell the story. Truly, he practiced what he preached when he wrote: ‘Forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus,’ (Philippians 3:13-14). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you’ve been hurt in the past, perhaps Paul can be an example to you today. I know it’s not easy, but Paul shows us the possibility of forgetting the past, pressing on, and seeing how the Lord can do something unique and special in your situation presently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Daily Devotional is an excerpt from the book "A Days Journey" by Pastor Jon. "A Days Journey" is a collection of 365 short devotions from the New Testatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-1360802255554724315?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1360802255554724315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=1360802255554724315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1360802255554724315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1360802255554724315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/03/interestingreally-forgetting-those.html' title='Interesting....Really forgetting those things behind and pressing on'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-1979162998165202544</id><published>2009-03-27T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:21:43.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwww, being productive.....</title><content type='html'>.......Feels Sooooooo good :)&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up at about 645 and took a shower and got ready for the day, helped my nephew, Dylan, with his hw, cleaned my car inside and out very well, went and dropped something off to my mgr at work, came to school (and got a great parking spot btw) and had chapel and now I am in class 1 of 2 for the day, oh how I love getting stuff done! It feels great :) and now I still have the rest of my day ahead of me, and I am super excited for the day, but am starting to feel a little sleepy since I didn't go to bed till about 2 lol anyway, today is a great day, use your time wisely, get things done and spend time with Jesus :)&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-1979162998165202544?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1979162998165202544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=1979162998165202544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1979162998165202544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1979162998165202544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/03/awwww-being-productive.html' title='Awwww, being productive.....'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-7080882491585861938</id><published>2009-03-25T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:07:57.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting, Waiting, Wishing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/ScpymVsVm5I/AAAAAAAAANY/i0zksj_trn0/s1600-h/Photo+18.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/_ntcNzRNAV8w/ScpymVsVm5I/AAAAAAAAANY/i0zksj_trn0/s320/Photo+18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317188313047997330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me and Michelle, sitting in our class.... Waiting for the teacher.....wishing it would be cancelled lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. &lt;a href="http://jillianmclaughlin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jillian&lt;/a&gt; is missing from the picture, she can't come to class... Pray for her, shes sick :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-7080882491585861938?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7080882491585861938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=7080882491585861938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7080882491585861938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7080882491585861938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/03/sitting-waiting-wishing.html' title='Sitting, Waiting, Wishing....'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/ScpymVsVm5I/AAAAAAAAANY/i0zksj_trn0/s72-c/Photo+18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-2436816626945707391</id><published>2009-03-24T10:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:48:02.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art.... 8,9,10??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckcF3pi6LI/AAAAAAAAAMo/LPPS-vI7Nz4/s1600-h/IMG_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckcF3pi6LI/AAAAAAAAAMo/LPPS-vI7Nz4/s320/IMG_0266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316811722250709170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/Sckb_qZenWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BnYv7a1bQ80/s1600-h/IMG_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/Sckb_qZenWI/AAAAAAAAAMg/BnYv7a1bQ80/s320/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316811615614442850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckbvyVWyEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qPrS2lSbRSU/s1600-h/IMG_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckbvyVWyEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/qPrS2lSbRSU/s320/IMG_0264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316811342866729026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So these are my newest art projects that I turned in......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The First: a postcard size Bristol board sheet with a design using only white and black paint and including at least 8 shades of grey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Second:....Guess what this one is??????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a hint, there are a lot of letters that spell something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Third: My full name :)&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok....so the second on is my full name too, can you find all of the letters in there? They are all there, promise :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-2436816626945707391?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2436816626945707391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=2436816626945707391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2436816626945707391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2436816626945707391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/03/art-8910.html' title='Art.... 8,9,10??'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckcF3pi6LI/AAAAAAAAAMo/LPPS-vI7Nz4/s72-c/IMG_0266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-8437758294179280888</id><published>2009-03-13T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:02:47.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art 5, 6, and 7...i think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SbsPBVq7cwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TpuVAt23TpA/s1600-h/DSCN0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SbsPBVq7cwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TpuVAt23TpA/s320/DSCN0363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312856701085119234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SbsO08XK6PI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rcDtWpQpntU/s1600-h/DSCN0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SbsO08XK6PI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rcDtWpQpntU/s320/DSCN0362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312856488132929778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SbsOj82O5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7rXmNhqt4hU/s1600-h/DSCN0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SbsOj82O5xI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7rXmNhqt4hU/s320/DSCN0361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312856196205438738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...this is my color wheel....its not too good, im not proud of it at all, I know the colors aren't perfect.....This is also my Mr. Potato head...You can kind of see the square that I had to paint, the assignment was to pick a picture and paint over it using black and white to make the right shades to look the same, it was really hard, my favorite part is the mustache :)&lt;div&gt;The next one, with the hats, was a picture I took at my house and I had to draw it to a larger scale and then draw the reflections and what not using a sharpee.... anyway....here they are.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O yea...and I have decided im not the best painter...for me, its way harder than anything I have done so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-8437758294179280888?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8437758294179280888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=8437758294179280888' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/8437758294179280888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/8437758294179280888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/03/art-5-6-and-7i-think.html' title='Art 5, 6, and 7...i think...'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SbsPBVq7cwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/TpuVAt23TpA/s72-c/DSCN0363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-1483019607746512285</id><published>2009-03-04T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T11:02:24.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>class. braces. michelle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/Sa7P6G6_3PI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RUUQO55kMU8/s1600-h/Photo+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/Sa7P6G6_3PI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RUUQO55kMU8/s320/Photo+17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309409607913823474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here is a pic of Michelle and I in class, Jillian is sitting to my left. Anyway.....this is me, with braces, here I am. Michelle says I dont look bad. So my confidence level has gone up 10 points... lol jk Michelle. Anyway...yep. here I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-1483019607746512285?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1483019607746512285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=1483019607746512285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1483019607746512285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1483019607746512285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/03/class-braces-michelle.html' title='class. braces. michelle.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/Sa7P6G6_3PI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RUUQO55kMU8/s72-c/Photo+17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-7438869373496634005</id><published>2009-03-04T10:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T10:40:34.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Braces</title><content type='html'>So I finally got them, actually it wasn&amp;#39;t that long of a process but actually getting them took 3 and a half hours yesterday. Nick went with me (he&amp;#39;s so nice, he waited that whole time!) &lt;br&gt;Anyway I finally finished and they weren&amp;#39;t hurting too bad, I went straight to work afterwards and worked 215 to close, a few hours in I began to feel the pain and today I&amp;#39;m feeling it too. :( it will be worth it in 2 years when I get them off, but for now I just want them off already, and I haven&amp;#39;t even had them for 24 hours lol&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-7438869373496634005?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7438869373496634005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=7438869373496634005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7438869373496634005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7438869373496634005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/03/braces.html' title='Braces'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-5840679716179077457</id><published>2009-02-20T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:27:07.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZ8C-Ckk_-I/AAAAAAAAALw/J96i8xLvePU/s1600-h/IMG_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZ8C-Ckk_-I/AAAAAAAAALw/J96i8xLvePU/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304962150931169250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always been amazed my the stars and the moon. I don't know why but I have always enjoyed looking up into the sky and seeing the beautiful sky that the Lord created. One of my favorite things to do is look at the stars. I guess its probably because it puts life back into perspective for me, of just how small I am and what a Great God I serve. &lt;div&gt;The other night after church Nick and I looked up on the way out to the car and we saw this, I usually am not able to get a good pic but I took my iphone out and took one and it turned out pretty nice, the clouds were moving so fast. Anyway, here it is. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-5840679716179077457?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5840679716179077457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=5840679716179077457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5840679716179077457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5840679716179077457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/02/moon.html' title='The Moon.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZ8C-Ckk_-I/AAAAAAAAALw/J96i8xLvePU/s72-c/IMG_0201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-4787261893126747263</id><published>2009-02-19T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:15:01.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramona HS Free Smoothie day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZ4fhgymKQI/AAAAAAAAALo/0qkfsGS8S24/s1600-h/n139000387_30392785_6723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZ4fhgymKQI/AAAAAAAAALo/0qkfsGS8S24/s320/n139000387_30392785_6723.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304712071687317762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZ4fdbpUNuI/AAAAAAAAALg/rCuwvK8hPBM/s1600-h/IMG_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZ4fdbpUNuI/AAAAAAAAALg/rCuwvK8hPBM/s320/IMG_0235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304712001586738914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZ4fdaZ19KI/AAAAAAAAALY/qIpAoe97s_Q/s1600-h/IMG_0234.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/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZ4fdaZ19KI/AAAAAAAAALY/qIpAoe97s_Q/s320/IMG_0234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304712001253405858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my Free Smoothie Day event with Ramona HS. From 3-5 anyone with a valid Ramona HS ID could come to my work and get a free 16 ounce classic smoothie. It turned out very well. I even had the banana suit on (well my mgr made me put it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) and I invited their mascot and decorated the store with balloons and wrote on the door with window markers. It was super busy at one point we had a line out the door to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Popeye's&lt;/span&gt;. I passed out info on fundraisers and also let them know of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt; site. (just in case you are curious it is &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jambajuiceriverside640"&gt;www.myspace.com/jambajuiceriverside640&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;div&gt;Anyway about 375 students came. This was my second free day event, my other one was with La Sierra Academy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been put in charge of fundraising and getting to know our community so if anyone is interested in fundraising for anything, let me know :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. the pic of me in the banana suit was taken by Kendall, her and Justin were driving by and saw me and stopped and Justin was yelling "Free hugs from the banana" it was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-4787261893126747263?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4787261893126747263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=4787261893126747263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4787261893126747263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4787261893126747263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/02/ramona-hs-free-smoothie-day.html' title='Ramona HS Free Smoothie day'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZ4fhgymKQI/AAAAAAAAALo/0qkfsGS8S24/s72-c/n139000387_30392785_6723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-3666473759064176607</id><published>2009-02-19T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:57:17.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resting in Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;February 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And both Jesus was called, and his disciples, to the marriage. And when they wanted wine, the mother of Jesus saith unto him, They have no wine. Jesus saith unto her, Woman, what have I to do with thee? Mine hour is not yet come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;John 2:2-4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a young woman of perhaps fourteen or fifteen years of age, Mary had become miraculously pregnant by the Spirit of God. Yes, she was highly favored by God and blessed among women. But she also must have become the subject of speculation and slander, raised eyebrows and wagging tongues. Thus, for thirty years, she had lived with the knowledge that her character had been unjustly maligned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it not possible that at this point, she looked to her Son not only for wine, but for vindication, thinking that if people could only see Who He really was, perhaps they would at last see the truth about her as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‘Woman ... Mary ... Mother...’ Jesus said in response,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‘I better than anyone know you have been waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I better than anyone know how you have been hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I better than anyone understand your situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it is not time to rectify everything ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not quite yet.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So too, oftentimes, I think we ask the Lord to do something which will get us off the hook, or make us look a little better; smooth our road, or lighten our load. Like Mary’s, our requests might sound very noble, very generous, very altruistic — but in reality, they’re self-centered. And in such instances, Jesus might whisper in our hearts, as He did to Mary, ‘What have I to do with thee? This is not the hour. This is not the time. This is not the place. The problem will be solved. Your reputation will be salvaged. The provision will be made. The healing will be enjoyed. But not yet. Mine hour is not yet come.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daniel was in a place of prominence and tremendous authority in Nebuchadnezzar’s kingdom. Then, when he was about sixty-five years old, Nabonidus came into power and Daniel was removed from office. For twenty years, Daniel is not seen in the narrative given to us in the book that bears his name — until the day Belshazzar called for him to interpret the mysterious writing on the wall (Daniel 5:13). When Darius the Mede seized control of the kingdom shortly thereafter, Daniel was placed in a position of prominence once again. Thus, for twenty years, Daniel was not used in ministry, nor did he hold a position of responsibility. But Daniel, being a man of integrity, did what we must do: he remained ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be like Daniel. Don’t say, ‘I’ve been saved for two years now,’ or ‘I’ve been walking with the Lord for five years, and nothing’s happening, so I think I’ll just go to the movies, join the city softball league, or take up bird watching.’ Folks, it is your job and my job to be ready — to walk with the Lord, spend time in the presence of the Lord, learn about the Lord so that when Belshazzar says, ‘What does this mean?’ like Daniel, we can say, ‘I’ll tell you, because for twenty years I’ve been in touch with God. For twenty years, I’ve been in the place of prayer. For twenty years, I’ve been close to the Lord.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Radical transformation will occur in your walk with the Lord when you realize He’s the Master and you’re not. He’s the King, and you’re the subject. He’s the Boss, and you’re the servant. Your job is not to order Him, or even to make suggestions to Him. Your place is to be ready for Him, and to rest in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Daily Devotional is an excerpt from the book "A Days Journey" by Pastor Jon. "A Days Journey" is a collection of 365 short devotions from the New Testatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-3666473759064176607?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3666473759064176607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=3666473759064176607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/3666473759064176607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/3666473759064176607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/02/resting-in-him.html' title='Resting in Him'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-4239967849880153584</id><published>2009-02-18T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:03:20.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZyTkgurfdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xhfOcTSoZ08/s1600-h/IMG_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZyTkgurfdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xhfOcTSoZ08/s320/IMG_0210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304276716605898194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my 5th blog today lol.&lt;div&gt;I didn't mean to post all of these today, I just haven't been able to get around to posting them so I figured I would post them all now. Anyway..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a pic of some wonderful Cheesecake Nick and I ordered at The Cheesecake Factory. One of our favorite places to go :) It was delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-4239967849880153584?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4239967849880153584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=4239967849880153584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4239967849880153584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4239967849880153584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZyTkgurfdI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xhfOcTSoZ08/s72-c/IMG_0210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-8753469771154461200</id><published>2009-02-18T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:00:10.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Famous Sandwich.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZyS9GTM3uI/AAAAAAAAALI/RQqMNkMtjjE/s1600-h/IMG_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZyS9GTM3uI/AAAAAAAAALI/RQqMNkMtjjE/s320/IMG_0227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304276039496425186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, the famous sandwich I have been telling all of you about. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-8753469771154461200?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8753469771154461200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=8753469771154461200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/8753469771154461200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/8753469771154461200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/02/famous-sandwich.html' title='The Famous Sandwich.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZyS9GTM3uI/AAAAAAAAALI/RQqMNkMtjjE/s72-c/IMG_0227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-654835315123687293</id><published>2009-02-18T14:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:58:12.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZySPwSEJeI/AAAAAAAAALA/-dsu-AQ-5JE/s1600-h/IMG_0206.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/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZySPwSEJeI/AAAAAAAAALA/-dsu-AQ-5JE/s320/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304275260491965922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last project that I turned in. It is on what is called scratchboard. It is a special paper that is all black then you use tools to scratch it off  to make a picture. What is left is the white that you see.. This was difficult because you cannot mess up, there is no erasing because once you scratch it off it is gone. This was supposed to be of a pet and made into a "stamp" anyway here is how it turned out, this is my moms bird. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-654835315123687293?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/654835315123687293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=654835315123687293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/654835315123687293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/654835315123687293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/02/art-4.html' title='Art 4'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZySPwSEJeI/AAAAAAAAALA/-dsu-AQ-5JE/s72-c/IMG_0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-4489869698098271562</id><published>2009-02-18T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:48:36.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just for a laugh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZyPcH6fxdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/17tyj646AL4/s1600-h/IMG_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZyPcH6fxdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/17tyj646AL4/s320/IMG_0224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304272174459110866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZyPcHrfUfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/39EfBHVz8Ik/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZyPcHrfUfI/AAAAAAAAAKg/39EfBHVz8Ik/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304272174396166642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZyPbwCvE5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/m5EFjkVmGms/s1600-h/IMG_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZyPbwCvE5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/m5EFjkVmGms/s320/IMG_0222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304272168051217298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Monday I got to open at work ( I LOVE opening!) It was pouring Monday, which meant it would be slow so I decided, for the first time, to put the banana suit on and run around the parking lot in the rain. It was so funny because people driving through would stop and look and it was so much fun, I know I look really dumb but it was fun to do something silly and it made a little time go by faster. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-4489869698098271562?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4489869698098271562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=4489869698098271562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4489869698098271562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4489869698098271562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-for-laugh.html' title='just for a laugh.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SZyPcH6fxdI/AAAAAAAAAKo/17tyj646AL4/s72-c/IMG_0224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-4433853140364066222</id><published>2009-02-18T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T11:33:17.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;WARNING: This post is more of a way to vent than anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lately it seems that there is never an end to the work load. I am in class right now, but writing a blog :) &lt;div&gt; Anyway....it is one thing after another and there is always something to do. I am starting to feel the pressure, I have so many observation hours to do and I am trying to think of time when I can do them. It is hard to go to school and work and have a life in the midst of those things. I know I know it'll be ok but...at the moment I am just happy to have completed everything I needed to so far this week. I cannot wait until I am done with school. It will be so nice. Spring break is coming up and I am so excited. It will be nice not to have to go to class. I am hoping that our break is at a different time than everyone elses so that I can use that week to get all of my observations done. We shall see.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was nice, Nick and I made a delicious homemade meal. It was Fettucini Alfredo with Callyflower garlic bread and raspberry lemonade. It was so nice. Nick's job was to prepare the bread, all of it tasted so yummy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a new Art project to post I just keep forgetting so be ready to see..... :) the one I am working on now is difficult, they just keep getting harder. I have really enjoyed creating art pieces but it is so time consuming. But it is nice to just relax and create something (its kind of hard to relax though bc I have become more of a perfectionist since this class started)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-4433853140364066222?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4433853140364066222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=4433853140364066222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4433853140364066222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4433853140364066222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/02/class.html' title='Class.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-7771031643706662212</id><published>2009-02-12T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:50:47.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;February 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And after that they durst not ask him any question at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luke 20:40 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The scribes and Pharisees did not dare question Jesus any more. Why? They heard the words He spoke, the logic He displayed — and they were completely silenced in their cynicism. But you and I have an even greater proof before us than the words He spoke, for we, unlike the scribes and Pharisees, can look at the Cross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You who shrug your shoulders in apathy, look at His shoulder and see it ripped apart by the flagellum, yet bearing a Cross which should have been yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You who shake your fist because things aren’t happening the way you think they should, see His hand not clenched but open, pierced by a nail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You who have walked away from the Lord in anger or drifted away in busyness, look at His feet and see them pinned to a beam of wood, bleeding for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The word ‘crux’ meaning ‘cross’, the crux of every matter is indeed the Cross. Does God love me even when the job doesn’t work out like I thought it would, even when people don’t treat me the way I think they should, even if I’m not healed in the way I hoped I would be, even if I’m not understanding what’s happening presently? The crux of each of these matters is the Cross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is in Cross-examining that which is happening in my life, it is looking at everything through the lens of Calvary, that I have absolute assurance that, although I may not understand it, everything taking place in my life is for my good because if Jesus loved me enough to die for me, surely He will do what’s best concerning me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dietrich Bonhoeffer, perhaps the greatest of the modern German theologians, said this: ‘The words why, when, where, and how are all words of the faithless. The only word spoken by a man or woman of faith is ‘Who’. And the ‘Who’ will lead you to Him.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What gave Bonhoeffer the authority to say this? Living in Germany in the 1940’s, he began to publicly call for the overthrow of Hitler. As a result, in 1943, SS officers broke into the church where he was preaching and hauled him off to a concentration camp. Upon his arrival, the commandant said, ‘Dietrich Bonhoeffer, the famous preacher and writer, come up here and address the assembly. I will give you two minutes.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‘I don’t need two minutes,’ Bonhoeffer said, ‘just two words: Watch me.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although the Nazis beat him mercilessly, every time they lifted a hand or used a club, Bonhoeffer would smile, lift his eyes towards heaven, and say, ‘Father, forgive them. They know not what they do.’ He shared a portion of every meal with either a fellow prisoner or one of the Nazi guards. He was constantly smiling, constantly praying, constantly loving — to the point that revival began to break out in the concentration camp — not because of a word he said, but because of what he did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dietrich Bonhoeffer was killed April 9, 1945. He could have asked why, but instead He asked Who — and was satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I had the power, I would change the punctuation for the language of the believer. I would eradicate the question mark and replace it with the mark of a cross. Whenever people are asking questions, put the mark of the Cross at the end, and you will find every question answered conclusively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This Daily Devotional is an excerpt from the book "A Days Journey" by Pastor Jon. "A Days Journey" is a collection of 365 short devotions from the New Testatment.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-7771031643706662212?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7771031643706662212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=7771031643706662212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7771031643706662212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7771031643706662212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/02/powerful.html' title='Powerful.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-3197416391348033419</id><published>2009-02-12T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:48:53.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmmm :)</title><content type='html'>My status on facebook last night was....&lt;br /&gt;"Allison loves turkey, provolone, lettuce, and avocado sandwiches with hot cheetos and rasberry lemonade :) I'm addicted"&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I would share this with all of you non facebookers bc I really&lt;br /&gt;Do! If you haven't had one, you must try one sometime, I especially like them with squaw bread... I usually buy them built to order from wandas but last night nick and I bought the stuff and I made them, they were DELICIOUS! (Nicks wasn't as good, he had mayo and no avocado, well I'm sure it was good to him but to me, mine was WAY more tasty :) )&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-3197416391348033419?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3197416391348033419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=3197416391348033419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/3197416391348033419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/3197416391348033419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/02/mmmmmm.html' title='Mmmmmm :)'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-3413454099028742895</id><published>2009-02-08T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:50:09.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicks first ticket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SY_fjz7rlMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/t_YwfUI90Jc/s1600-h/2_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SY_fjz7rlMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/t_YwfUI90Jc/s320/2_photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300701092767306946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today Nick got his first ticket. It was for and at the same exact location of my first ticket. This is his first in 3 years of driving...look at his sad/mad/disappointed face, isn't it depressing? lol &lt;div&gt;Anyway it was for not completely stopping at the stop sign by my house...sad day....(funny because today it has officially been 5 months since we got together....for those of you who are slow, its funny bc its supposed to be a happy day lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-3413454099028742895?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3413454099028742895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=3413454099028742895' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/3413454099028742895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/3413454099028742895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/02/nicks-first-ticket.html' title='Nicks first ticket'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SY_fjz7rlMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/t_YwfUI90Jc/s72-c/2_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-3380173184913668122</id><published>2009-02-07T16:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:57:56.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m on my break at work right now, I don&amp;#39;t feel too good, I&amp;#39;ve been coughing a lot, I really just want to leave, prob bc I just don&amp;#39;t feel like working. It&amp;#39;s so funny how I find myself wanting more hours but also wanting to leave early when I&amp;#39;m actually at work. Anyway this was a random blog, I know. &lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-3380173184913668122?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3380173184913668122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=3380173184913668122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/3380173184913668122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/3380173184913668122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/02/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-2908844763156278952</id><published>2009-02-06T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:11:23.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Farmers Market...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYx6MDaX03I/AAAAAAAAAKI/gjpM8pCLiTI/s1600-h/2_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYx6MDaX03I/AAAAAAAAAKI/gjpM8pCLiTI/s320/2_photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299745209001169778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning I had some errands to run so...&lt;div&gt;on my way i saw the farmers market, I remember when I was little going there every once in a while with my mom or aunt. I remember it being so cool, they sell flowers and fruit and vegetables and so many other cool things...anyway....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had some extra time, so on my way home I stopped and it is as cool as I remember it being... there are so many cool things sold there, I walked past the flowers and they smelled soooo good and they were so pretty, I love flowers :) anyway....as I was walking past the various booths they were asking "would you like to sample anything?" just as I remember as a kid. Everyone there is so friendly, I know I know thats because they want you to buy stuff from them, but nevertheless they were so nice. Anyway... The Farmers market is on Friday mornings in the Sears Parking lot, if you haven't been, go check it out sometime. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-2908844763156278952?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2908844763156278952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=2908844763156278952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2908844763156278952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2908844763156278952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/02/farmers-market.html' title='The Farmers Market...'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYx6MDaX03I/AAAAAAAAAKI/gjpM8pCLiTI/s72-c/2_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-8638290263777914775</id><published>2009-02-04T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:58:11.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYny7ZQMoxI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dMOPj8GB3vA/s1600-h/Photo+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYny7ZQMoxI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dMOPj8GB3vA/s320/Photo+15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299033538783126290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jillian and I never take pics and we are waiting for our next class (my least favorite) so we decided to take advantage of the opportunity and take a pic :)&lt;div&gt;**Michelle is to my left on her comp**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-8638290263777914775?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8638290263777914775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=8638290263777914775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/8638290263777914775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/8638290263777914775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/02/waiting-for-class.html' title='Waiting for Class'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYny7ZQMoxI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dMOPj8GB3vA/s72-c/Photo+15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-7842296372407105388</id><published>2009-02-03T12:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T14:42:36.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYjITGQI3xI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cDBjxiI2tsk/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYjITGQI3xI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cDBjxiI2tsk/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298705192022761234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my art project that I turned in today, it was my hardest yet,   I am not too thrilled with how it turned out but we had to use an   exacto knife to cut the white paper (it is all connected so you had to   make sure you don't cut the wrong part) then you have to glue it to   the black page anywho this is it, just in case you can't tell it's a   symmetrical project of a skyline with a moon in the background...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-7842296372407105388?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7842296372407105388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=7842296372407105388' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7842296372407105388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7842296372407105388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/02/art3_03.html' title='Art3'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYjITGQI3xI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/cDBjxiI2tsk/s72-c/IMG_0177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-5766991680479898309</id><published>2009-02-02T16:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:59:17.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend...</title><content type='html'>....was such a blessing.&lt;div&gt;The Lord is always faithful to show up at camp. I was blessed by the girls in my group and was encouraged in so many ways throughout the weekend. The Lord really reminded me of His Faithfulness. Something the Lord showed me was just that "it is all worth it". I know that so many times I feel like I just don't want to do the things I know I need to, it is so easy to just do what makes life easy but when we do what the Lord desires of us, whether its sacrificing sometime, talking to someone He puts on our heart or just doing the right thing, it is always worth it in the end, Always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lord also allowed me to fully comprehend another idea. I have always heard and loved the song "Blessed be the name of the Lord" but it wasn't until this weekend that my eyes were opened to what that really means. I feel like it is so many times that I am telling the Lord, "don't take that, I won't be able to take it" or "I would not be able to handle if this happens" but all in all I know that no matter what, whether He gives or takes away my response will be "blessed be your name, Lord" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics from the weekend :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYeVE0OLA1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/5T-U7HmdUj0/s1600-h/DSCN0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYeVE0OLA1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/5T-U7HmdUj0/s320/DSCN0276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298367396594778962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYeVEgHNa2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/uHi_yKe0HK4/s1600-h/DSCN0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYeVEgHNa2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/uHi_yKe0HK4/s320/DSCN0303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298367391196867426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYeVD5am5vI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QuFg8Goog8U/s1600-h/DSCN0260.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/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYeVD5am5vI/AAAAAAAAAJg/QuFg8Goog8U/s320/DSCN0260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298367380809246450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYeVDtX742I/AAAAAAAAAJY/xVtzWqnLyyQ/s1600-h/DSCN0243.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/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYeVDtX742I/AAAAAAAAAJY/xVtzWqnLyyQ/s320/DSCN0243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298367377576813410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYeVDAgqo2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2jXfUVmvdAk/s1600-h/DSCN0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYeVDAgqo2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2jXfUVmvdAk/s320/DSCN0232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298367365533836130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-5766991680479898309?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5766991680479898309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=5766991680479898309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5766991680479898309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5766991680479898309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend...'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYeVE0OLA1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/5T-U7HmdUj0/s72-c/DSCN0276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-8297942870604330913</id><published>2009-01-30T01:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:27:11.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.</title><content type='html'>Today (well later on, more like Friday Evening) is the HS Retreat!&lt;div&gt;I am so excited to see what the Lord will do. I know He is going to bless camp beyond what we could ever ask or imagine.. Amen Lord! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-8297942870604330913?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8297942870604330913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=8297942870604330913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/8297942870604330913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/8297942870604330913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/01/ps.html' title='P.S.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-1405187029067441053</id><published>2009-01-30T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:46:51.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art, sunsets and randomness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYK9EOo94NI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3gEyAqW8FdU/s1600-h/IMG_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYK9EOo94NI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3gEyAqW8FdU/s320/IMG_0145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297003992088174802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above is a picture I took one day on my way home, the sunset looked beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYK87vqZjeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/lB2f_puCUGQ/s1600-h/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYK87vqZjeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/lB2f_puCUGQ/s320/IMG_0133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297003846333730274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Above)This is a picture that Nick sent me one day when I was at work, I was having kind of a hard night and he didn't even know it but, when I got this it blessed me so much :) And Below is Nick :D before his new haircut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYK87r9i0SI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1RJsLKS6Ffs/s1600-h/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYK87r9i0SI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1RJsLKS6Ffs/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297003845340287266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is my art project that I left everyone in suspense over. The first is just the sailboat drawn out and the next is the final project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYK87RNZkrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Gmq_NOeYL4s/s1600-h/IMG_0137.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/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYK87RNZkrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Gmq_NOeYL4s/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297003838159033010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You will be happy to know I got an A on my other two (the shoes, and purse drawing and also the dashboard drawing :) )&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYK87Gji1ZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kvAsafUPGtA/s1600-h/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYK87Gji1ZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kvAsafUPGtA/s320/IMG_0161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297003835299124626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But just wait, my next is way harder and I am already not too impressed with the outcome... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYK87LdXepI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5uk2Wohiisk/s1600-h/IMG_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYK87LdXepI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5uk2Wohiisk/s320/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297003836615391890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my name in Greek, Partner (aka Daniel) wrote it for me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-1405187029067441053?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1405187029067441053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=1405187029067441053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1405187029067441053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1405187029067441053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/01/art-sunsets-and-randomness.html' title='Art, sunsets and randomness...'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SYK9EOo94NI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3gEyAqW8FdU/s72-c/IMG_0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-6598173333812306915</id><published>2009-01-16T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:57:55.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Truth! Great reminder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;January 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When Jesus understood it, he said unto them, Why trouble ye the woman? for she hath wrought a good work upon me. For ye have the poor always with you; but me ye have not always. For in that she hath poured this ointment on my body, she did it for my burial &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Matthew 26:10-12 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Jesus’ time, bodies were anointed after burial in order to reduce the stench of putrefaction. But Mary anointed His body before He died because, just as David prophesied, she knew He would not see corruption, or putrefaction (Psalm 49:9). She knew He would rise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How did Mary know this? Peter didn’t understand it. John didn’t get it. Thomas, Andrew, Nathanael — they all missed it. Why did Mary understand what Jesus was saying? She didn’t spend nearly as much time in His physical presence as the disciples. She didn’t hear all of His teaching as they had. She hadn’t climbed the Mount of Transfiguration with them. Yet she had an understanding of what was really going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How? Revelation and adoration are intricately linked together. When you’re at the feet of Jesus Christ in worship, you see things that others don’t. You understand things others miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The most beautiful statue I’ve ever seen is a life-size granite carving of Jesus by Danish sculptor Thors Walden. Walden sculpted the body of Christ in such a way that you can’t see His face from a standing position. A sign next to the statue reads: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you want to see the face of Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you must sit at His feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sure enough, when you sit at the foot of the statue and look up, you can see His face perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To you who feel like you don’t see the Lord in your home, at your school, in your situation, my question is: How long has it been since you’ve sat at His feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Daily Devotional is an excerpt from the book "A Days Journey" by Pastor Jon. "A Days Journey" is a collection of 365 short devotions from the New Testament. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-6598173333812306915?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6598173333812306915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=6598173333812306915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6598173333812306915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6598173333812306915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/01/awesome-truth-great-reminder.html' title='Awesome Truth! Great reminder.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-5178836940020572064</id><published>2009-01-15T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:11:43.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who would've thought...</title><content type='html'>...that I would be this into art?... be prepared.... my next project is going to be cool...If it turns out as planned...I'm excited. And scared.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why my blog has all of a sudden been transformed into an art show but...I guess I'm excited or something lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-5178836940020572064?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5178836940020572064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=5178836940020572064' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5178836940020572064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5178836940020572064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-wouldve-thought.html' title='Who would&apos;ve thought...'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-7008976387511765620</id><published>2009-01-14T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:46:25.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SW6HQv0eClI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/m6OpYkiVv44/s1600-h/IMG_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SW6HQv0eClI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/m6OpYkiVv44/s320/IMG_0131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291315333991107154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SW6HQafOo2I/AAAAAAAAAII/qYve_oFWyV4/s1600-h/DSCN0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SW6HQafOo2I/AAAAAAAAAII/qYve_oFWyV4/s320/DSCN0185.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291315328264872802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so here it is.... it took me forever and i always seem to get pencil all over my arm, i guess ill learn to not rest my arm on my picture eventually...but anyway, im not too happy with it but here is my dashboard drawing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-7008976387511765620?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7008976387511765620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=7008976387511765620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7008976387511765620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7008976387511765620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/01/art-2.html' title='Art 2'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SW6HQv0eClI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/m6OpYkiVv44/s72-c/IMG_0131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-9094076132323255178</id><published>2009-01-13T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:39:55.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SW0XVb_2I_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mAW3pTcPAyU/s1600-h/n139001092_30375859_9332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SW0XVb_2I_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mAW3pTcPAyU/s320/n139001092_30375859_9332.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290910794290439154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this semester I am taking an art class... I was actually pretty nervous about it bc well...im not an artist. Today we had to draw our shoe, a side view and view from above. I was wearing the shoes that Nick and I both have (aka the matching ones) and so this is what I came up with. I know its not good but...im kinda proud bc I expected much worse. And, we couldnt erase so this is what it is like without erasing or anything...anyway...expect more pics.. We also had to draw our backpack or purse. So I may post a pic of that one soon. &lt;div&gt;I'm kinda nervous though bc on Thursday I have to turn in a drawing of the dashboard of my car so...it looks like tomorrow I will be spending quality time in my car. So if you drive by and see me sitting in my car, thats why lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-9094076132323255178?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/9094076132323255178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=9094076132323255178' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/9094076132323255178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/9094076132323255178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/01/art.html' title='Art.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SW0XVb_2I_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mAW3pTcPAyU/s72-c/n139001092_30375859_9332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-6692761348685701886</id><published>2009-01-06T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:26:10.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SWQR84tNKxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/E0pO5YP92Dc/s1600-h/IMG_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SWQR84tNKxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/E0pO5YP92Dc/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288371600151620370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tomorrow we go back to School. I will be starting my last Semester of my Junior year in college! I cannot believe how fast it has gone by but at the same time it feels like I will be in school FOREVER! I know it will be worth it in the end but...eh....lol but anyway, these are my books, I spent only $390.32..... Not too bad, but as you can see they are all used. I don't mind though, I love getting used books, they are cheaper :) and because I went yesterday, I got all 6 of them used :)&lt;div&gt;Anyway... here goes another semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-6692761348685701886?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6692761348685701886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=6692761348685701886' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6692761348685701886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6692761348685701886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School...'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SWQR84tNKxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/E0pO5YP92Dc/s72-c/IMG_0105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-3888031793899388833</id><published>2009-01-06T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:21:58.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures at Disneyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SWQQUdsSbDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/XP7Rp12KnAA/s1600-h/DSCN0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SWQQUdsSbDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/XP7Rp12KnAA/s320/DSCN0147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288369806193617970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SWQQT_w-FLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BEq810jVjY8/s1600-h/DSCN0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SWQQT_w-FLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BEq810jVjY8/s320/DSCN0137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288369798160192690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SWQQTUr1OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_qTVEWcM66M/s1600-h/DSCN0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SWQQTUr1OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/_qTVEWcM66M/s320/DSCN0119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288369786595916418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SWQQS30uHMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/j99FfwzywAo/s1600-h/DSCN0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SWQQS30uHMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/j99FfwzywAo/s320/DSCN0116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288369778848570562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So last Saturday Nick and I and Kendall and Justin went to Disneyland together. It was a lot of fun. We went on many rides and had a blast. Picture 1: Nick and I got matching shoes last week, they were on sale so, hey, why not lol :) but we wore them to Disneyland. They are actually really comfortable. &lt;div&gt;One of the funniest things that happened was when we went on the Monorail. In the second picture you will see Nick, yes he is in the drivers seat. So when we were getting on, we asked if we could sit up in the front with the driver, so when we got on the driver was not in there so Nick sat on the seat and I took a pic. When the driver sat down Nick asked if the chair was comfortable and she said "yes, very". Nick responded with "I bet" it was so funny because Kendall and Justin and I all knew he was sitting there about 2 min prior.  But anyway then he asked if he could honk the horn so when we arrived to the Disneyland station she allowed him to, he honked it twice as she had before but his second one was a little longer, I am sure he would have held it down much longer if Justin hadn't moved his hand. But it was so funny, and now Nick can say that he honked the horn and sat in the driver seat of the Monorail at Disneyland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third picture is Nick at the Sword in the Stone, right before he took it out of the rock ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was a really fun day, and it was nice to spend time with Kendall and Justin. We love hanging out with them, they are so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-3888031793899388833?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3888031793899388833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=3888031793899388833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/3888031793899388833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/3888031793899388833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/01/adventures-at-disneyland.html' title='Adventures at Disneyland'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SWQQUdsSbDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/XP7Rp12KnAA/s72-c/DSCN0147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-4574067131223892358</id><published>2009-01-02T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:14:26.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Fun Fun :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SV6eV17AuDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-fs0Gq8IMyw/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SV6eV17AuDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-fs0Gq8IMyw/s320/IMG_0066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286837110668572722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SV6eVRTdOeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/FgmaAWQ-DYU/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SV6eVRTdOeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/FgmaAWQ-DYU/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286837100838992354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SV6eVEx6xuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/D0B_p8eB-uI/s1600-h/IMG_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SV6eVEx6xuI/AAAAAAAAAHA/D0B_p8eB-uI/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286837097477097186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SV6eU74PUzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jJXSWRPXPr8/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SV6eU74PUzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jJXSWRPXPr8/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286837095087690546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skyler, Colin, and Dylan..this is my niece and my two nephews :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been so nice to see them over the holidays. These pictures were taken on New Years Eve, at lunch. Colin turns 5 tomorrow! I cannot believe he is already 5 but I also cannot believe he is only 5. (might not make sense lol) but anyway, I am so blessed to have them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8437520192285884541-4574067131223892358?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4574067131223892358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=4574067131223892358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4574067131223892358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4574067131223892358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun Fun Fun :)'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SV6eV17AuDI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-fs0Gq8IMyw/s72-c/IMG_0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-984272407039781160</id><published>2009-01-01T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:39:34.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;/span&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/8437520192285884541-984272407039781160?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/984272407039781160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=984272407039781160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/984272407039781160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/984272407039781160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-1148968333807934955</id><published>2008-12-30T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:27:13.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting much?</title><content type='html'>So it is really cool, and convicting, because I have been thinking a lot about how much I have. I feel spoiled. I am spoiled. (not fun to say) but really, we all are, if you are reading this, you are. We have all been given so much and it is so hard because we always want more, always. I have learned that really nothing can fill the void in your life but Jesus. But it is still so easy to want. I want_____. I want____. etc. (fill the blank in with what you want) But....I have been thinking a lot about this. It is so easy to give back. While we are saying I want so many people are saying, I need. They are even needing simple things such as water. A good friend used to remind me frequently about how blessed we are to have clean water. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned of many corporations who help you give back to those who don't have all of the many things we have been blessed with. One of my closest friends actually posted something that confirmed all of these thoughts I have been filled with. Read her blog &lt;a href="http://jillianmclaughlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-africa-more-than-africa-needs-me.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of the sites that I have come acrossed are: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://adventconspiracy.org/"&gt;Advent Conspiracy &lt;/a&gt;Send money to help build a water well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tomsshoes.com/ourcause.aspx"&gt;Toms shoes&lt;/a&gt;  They will give 1 pair of shoes to someone in need for every 1 pair you buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.mochaclub.org/mochaclub/welcome"&gt;Mocha Club&lt;/a&gt; Send 7 dollars a month (the cost of 2 mochas) or buy a shirt for $20. The money goes to people in Africa... (7 dollars will feed: 1 person for a month or educate 2 children for 1 school term or save 1 persons life from malaria or provide clean water to 7 Africans for 1 year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldvision.org/content.nsf/give/ways-to-give"&gt;World Vision  &lt;/a&gt;Send a goat or food or water or medicines or disaster relief, there are many ways to help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are just a few ways of giving back, we have been given so much, why not give some crucial things to those who don't want the things you may have filled in the blank above, instead fill the blank with, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"I want to give someone something they need not something I want."&lt;/span&gt; After all what you want is not as important as something they need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not just about talking about it, its doing something about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are called to be the hands and feet of Jesus, so take action in Jesus' name!&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;"If a brother or sister is naked and destitute of daily food, and one of you says to them, 'Depart in peace, be warmed and filled,' but you do not give them the things which are needed for the body, what does it profit?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;James 2:15-16&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/8437520192285884541-1148968333807934955?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1148968333807934955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=1148968333807934955' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1148968333807934955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1148968333807934955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/wanting-much.html' title='Wanting much?'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-2483633783137449428</id><published>2008-12-28T15:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:20:39.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SVgJl9SfveI/AAAAAAAAAGw/B9rqrkYsA1s/s1600-h/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SVgJl9SfveI/AAAAAAAAAGw/B9rqrkYsA1s/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284984710431227362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday Nick and I went to the driving range (actually it was more like last night) but anyway, it's fun, I have never really golfed, that is before I met Nick lol, but I'm sure with a little practice ill get decent :) the sunset was beautiful last night too, sometimes it's just nice to do things outside :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-2483633783137449428?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2483633783137449428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=2483633783137449428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2483633783137449428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2483633783137449428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/golf.html' title='Golf'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SVgJl9SfveI/AAAAAAAAAGw/B9rqrkYsA1s/s72-c/IMG_0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-4083636000915637127</id><published>2008-12-26T14:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:10:10.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One reason I love my iPhone </title><content type='html'>I can now blog from anywhere bc I figured it out on here, I guess I could have done it on my blackberry but I never did LOL    &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="cid:CC922F68-405A-46F2-B651-A1C1CD0815F5"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;   Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-4083636000915637127?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4083636000915637127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=4083636000915637127' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4083636000915637127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4083636000915637127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-reason-i-love-my-iphone.html' title='One reason I love my iPhone '/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-7040309694116248414</id><published>2008-12-22T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:37:01.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not give up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Lord has been reminding me lately of how important it is to continue on, to press forward, to not give up. This was the devotion on Jon Courson's web site today and it was a blessing, so enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The hands of Zerubbabel have laid the foundation of this house; his hands shall also finish it; and thou shalt know that the LORD of hosts hath sent me unto you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zechariah 4:9 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Through Zechariah, the Lord said to Zerubbabel, “I know what you’re thinking. Sixteen years have passed and the project you began is now stalled. But I have good news for you. I am going to complete that which I began. And your hands will be the hands I use to do it. Therefore, be patient. Don’t despise the day of small things. Just be faithful. How will all of this come about? Not by your might or by your resolve. The stalled project will be completed by My Spirit. Just as the oil from the olive trees passes through the lamps apart from human effort, so too, I will work apart from anything man does.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is a time in virtually all of our lives when the Lord lays something on our hearts. A promise is given. A dream is placed on our minds. A vision is set before our eyes. It might be a business or a marriage, a family or a ministry. We begin. We lay the foundation - but then the difficulties come. As the months and years pass, we say, “It’s not going to happen.” And our hearts sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, just as He said to Zerubbabel, the Lord would say to us, “I am going to allow the hands that laid the foundation to finish the work. You are going to bring the capstone - the finishing piece - with shouts of grace at the end. It’s all by My grace. So don’t despise the days of small things, of small beginnings. And don’t give up.'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-7040309694116248414?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7040309694116248414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=7040309694116248414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7040309694116248414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7040309694116248414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-not-give-up.html' title='Do not give up!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-1234554309511006848</id><published>2008-12-20T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:57:28.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chong got clean water today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SU13fCg2XqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BVHFXEtUi7U/s1600-h/DSCN6333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SU13fCg2XqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BVHFXEtUi7U/s320/DSCN6333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282009313109761698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today Chong, Jillian's goldfish, got clean water. It was kind of frightening because I was afraid that after I moved him to a different bowl I would accidentally empty the wrong one into the sink. (Don't worry Jillian thats really Chong) Anyway...I am Fish Sitting Chong for Jillian while we are on Christmas break... If you want to see the adventure Chong had while coming to my house, click &lt;a href="http://jillianmclaughlin.blogspot.com/2008/12/chong-to-auntie-allisons.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway....it wasn't that the bowl was stinking up my room (yet) but I just don't like to look at a dirty bowl so....clean water for Chong :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-1234554309511006848?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1234554309511006848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=1234554309511006848' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1234554309511006848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1234554309511006848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/chong-got-clean-water-today.html' title='Chong got clean water today...'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SU13fCg2XqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BVHFXEtUi7U/s72-c/DSCN6333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-4514308358808113156</id><published>2008-12-18T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:26:42.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yea!!...</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot....&lt;div&gt;I mentioned being done with school....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am finally finished with the Semester, 19 more units done! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-4514308358808113156?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4514308358808113156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=4514308358808113156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4514308358808113156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4514308358808113156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-yea.html' title='Oh Yea!!...'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-2194048860398963498</id><published>2008-12-18T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:27:28.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kind of a selfish blog...</title><content type='html'>Basically this is a shout out to everyone....&lt;div&gt;you should all buy JambaJuice gift cards from ME! lol basically there is a contest at my work and as of a couple of days ago I was in 2nd place, now if you know me, you know I am competitive and now that I don't have school to think about, I have this contest. So come  buy JambaJuice Cards and make sure I am working first, this contest goes until the end of December so give me a text, email, phone call, anything just make sure I am working before you go ;) Oh and I should be in first place now....hopefully....lets just say, today was a good sales day for me :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and....its a win win, buy 25 dollars worth and get a free 16 ounce smoothie :D you win and I win :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-2194048860398963498?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2194048860398963498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=2194048860398963498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2194048860398963498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2194048860398963498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/kind-of-selfish-blog.html' title='kind of a selfish blog...'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-8557793504081301967</id><published>2008-12-10T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:05:50.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Determination, Isolation, and Expectation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;December 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will stand upon my watch, and set me upon the tower, and will watch to see what he will say unto me, and what I shall answer when I am reproved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Habakkuk 2:1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“I need an answer,” said Habakkuk, “so I’m going to go up into my tower and seek My Father.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please note three key components of this verse. The first is determination. When he needed an answer, Habakkuk said, “I will stand upon my watch.” He didn’t say, “Maybe I should spend some time with the Lord next week - or whenever it’s convenient or if I can break away from work or if I can find some time.” No, he said, “I need an answer and I’m determined to get one. I will seek the Lord.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Lord promises that we shall find Him when we search for Him with all our heart (Jeremiah 29:13). But so often we lack determination. Oh, there’s an acknowledgement in our minds that we should seek the Lord. There’s an intention that we probably will seek the Lord sometime. But we don’t get answers to the questions with which we wrestle because we lack this key component of determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second, notice Habakkuk’s isolation. He got away from his telephone, radio, and TV and went up into a tower. He got away from all the distractions that would otherwise bombard him. I believe we don’t hear the voice of God because there are so many other voices constantly ringing in our ears. If you really want to hear from the Lord, there is no alternative to a quiet time, a quiet place, and a quiet heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, notice Habakkuk’s expectation. He said, “I will see what the Lord will say to me,” not “what He might say to me,” not “what I hope He will say to me,” not “what I wish he would say to me,” but “what He will say to me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hebrews 11:6 declares that without faith, it is impossible to please God, for he that comes to God must believe that He is and that He is a rewarder of them that diligently seek Him. There are many ways to please God, but none apart from faith. If you don’t believe God is going to speak to you and deal with you, you’re not going to hear anything from Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do you know if God will speak to you or not? Here is a very simple test: when you seek the Lord, do you have a journal with you, a pencil and paper before you? You see, if I don’t really expect God to speak, I’ll just kind of show up, casually slumped in my chair, saying, “Wonder if there’s anything in the Word for me today . . . Probably not . . .”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We adopt a laid-back mentality in seeking God and then wonder why we never hear from Him. But those who expect to hear from God have pencil and paper in hand. They are on the edge of their chair or on their knees in a posture of expectancy rather than in a spirit of complacency and lethargy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Habakkuk said, “I am going to seek God. I will get away and I will hear what He has to say to me.” That’s the kind of faith that honors God. That’s the kind of faith that clears the wax of the world out of the ears of the inner man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This Daily Devotional is an excerpt from the book "Footsteps of the Flock" by Pastor Jon. "Footsteps of the Flock" is a collection of 365 short devotions from the Old Testament books of Joshua through Malachi.  If you would like your own copy of "Footsteps of the Flock" you may click here to go to the SearchLight Store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-8557793504081301967?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8557793504081301967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=8557793504081301967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/8557793504081301967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/8557793504081301967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/determination-isolation-and-expection.html' title='Determination, Isolation, and Expectation'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-5511845261292965421</id><published>2008-12-08T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:47:19.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in Love all over again</title><content type='html'>I feel like I am continuing to fall in Love with the Lord all over again lately. Maybe its just getting deeper, but it is such a blessing. I think a lot of things have contributed to this. Circumstances in my life and also, believe it or not, a paper I had to write for school. Although it was tedious, my paper for Geo Science, (which was to prove Creation and then using two different things, Glaciers and Space, to back up my beliefs and why evolution is not true) opened my eyes yet again to how Great our God really is. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever been in worship, and your heart is so fully in it that you feel like you are all alone with Jesus? It is so hard sometimes to focus and not pay attention to those around you, but last night was one of those nights for me, when the song ended, I was reminded that I was in church with hundreds of other people around me worshipping too. I cannot wait until the day that I will be worshipping the Lord 24-7. It joys my heart so much to worship the King! There are a couple of songs that have been close to my heart lately. One of them is by Phil Wickham, its called Cannons, another is called Jesus Messiah by Chris Tomlin. I feel like there are so many songs that bring me to the heart of worship and get my heart right where it needs to be before the Lord. I am so thankful that I am able to worship openly, as so many people are not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lord continues to bless, even though I don't deserve it. I have been reminded so much lately of just how deep His love for me is. Psalm 139:17-18 talks about the thoughts of the Lord toward us, they are more than the number of the sand. Thats a lot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-5511845261292965421?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5511845261292965421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=5511845261292965421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5511845261292965421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5511845261292965421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/falling-in-love-all-over-again.html' title='Falling in Love all over again'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-5141866859449591103</id><published>2008-12-05T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:52:37.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theme Fridays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/STnMCKZ3PzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vBjYsOM-xKo/s1600-h/n139001092_30356313_9000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/STnMCKZ3PzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vBjYsOM-xKo/s320/n139001092_30356313_9000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276472775965884210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/STnL7ief5oI/AAAAAAAAAGY/H1qnmE-pyMY/s1600-h/n139001092_30344617_5163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/STnL7ief5oI/AAAAAAAAAGY/H1qnmE-pyMY/s320/n139001092_30344617_5163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276472662168692354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/STnLzEfX_rI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lA-sh7xtx3M/s1600-h/n139001092_30356440_2093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/STnLzEfX_rI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lA-sh7xtx3M/s320/n139001092_30356440_2093.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276472516680351410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At my work once a month we have theme Fridays :) These are three of the past ones we have had. Cowboy day, Pirate Day, and today, Sports day. When I work on these days it is so much fun. There is something about dressing up or wearing something different at work that makes work more enjoyable. Of course there are people who look at you funny, or try to be funny (thats right, I said try lol) but overall I like theme Fridays. Maybe it takes me back to childhood, you know those dressing up days, or maybe its just fun to do different things, whatever the reason, I have fun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-5141866859449591103?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5141866859449591103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=5141866859449591103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5141866859449591103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5141866859449591103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/theme-fridays.html' title='Theme Fridays...'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/STnMCKZ3PzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vBjYsOM-xKo/s72-c/n139001092_30356313_9000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-6505091956028027031</id><published>2008-11-29T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:36:48.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some Thanksgiving highlights....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/STJBy2B9qpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Lt2YrsdVtAE/s1600-h/IMGP1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/STJBy2B9qpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Lt2YrsdVtAE/s320/IMGP1326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274350455357287058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kendall and Justin on Thanksgiving :) They are so fun, I love to play games with them....we play a lot of games and I always win...ok jk Justin always wins...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/STJBMU5tDCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lYKRd7f1sCo/s1600-h/IMGP1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/STJBMU5tDCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lYKRd7f1sCo/s320/IMGP1308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274349793629244450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(above) This is my nephew Colin on Thanksgiving, he is so cute! I love him so much, he has the cutest little voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/STJAiLZTxaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/71MOAKL94rU/s1600-h/IMGP1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/STJAiLZTxaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/71MOAKL94rU/s320/IMGP1317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274349069522945442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(above) My mom and I on Thanksgiving :) I am so thankful that the Lord gave me a Godly home to be raised in! My Parents are both huge blessings to me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(below) These are my aunts (my dad's sisters) with my dad :) I don't get to see them very often but I did on Friday :) What a blessing, I love visiting with them. My uncle wasn't able to make it though but the rest of them were there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/STI_YI4pphI/AAAAAAAAAFw/8WquNmOummg/s320/DSCN6282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274347797538776594" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/STI-j69aDaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/pxFvyQoroI0/s1600-h/DSCN6278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/STI-j69aDaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/pxFvyQoroI0/s320/DSCN6278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274346900447432098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(above) This is me and my beautiful cousin Amy. Her and I used to see each other so much more than we do now..I miss those days. Her and I and her sister, my cousin Emily, would get to spend time together a lot during our younger years, and now all three of us are in college. I finally got to see Amy on Friday :) Emily was still in Washington though but we are hoping to all get together during our Christmas breaks :) Oh how I miss them. &lt;div&gt;It is kind of weird getting older, we were actually talking about it (Amy and I), how things change so much and your eyes are opened to what is going on and its just so weird to think that those memories we have of being little were really apart of our life. lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-6505091956028027031?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6505091956028027031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=6505091956028027031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6505091956028027031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6505091956028027031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-thanksgiving-highlights.html' title='some Thanksgiving highlights....'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/STJBy2B9qpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Lt2YrsdVtAE/s72-c/IMGP1326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-8064936499823694121</id><published>2008-11-24T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:23:51.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Winter....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SSpylaLEahI/AAAAAAAAAFY/itTxbiLznMQ/s1600-h/n139001092_30351153_8256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SSpylaLEahI/AAAAAAAAAFY/itTxbiLznMQ/s320/n139001092_30351153_8256.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272152300797061650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, winter....please come soon, I miss thee. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i know this sounds silly but I love winter so much. I love it being cold so I can curl up by the fireplace. Tonight it was cold enough that I came home to the first fire in the fireplace this Holiday season, it was so nice :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-8064936499823694121?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8064936499823694121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=8064936499823694121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/8064936499823694121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/8064936499823694121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-winter.html' title='Oh, Winter....'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SSpylaLEahI/AAAAAAAAAFY/itTxbiLznMQ/s72-c/n139001092_30351153_8256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-6691203498122555683</id><published>2008-11-23T16:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:33:01.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry on top!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SSn1mWpNwuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7jNB8eum9Wk/s1600-h/n139001092_30351091_2128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SSn1mWpNwuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7jNB8eum9Wk/s320/n139001092_30351091_2128.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272014878076158690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I took my niece (Skyler) and nephews (Dylan, on left, and Colin, on right) to Cherry on top. It was my first time, its pretty good, nothing will ever be as good as pink berry though, i think thats my ultimate fav. Anyway it was fun to spend time with them. I don't see them very often so it was a lot of fun. :) But, I might be seeing them more these days so, its a blessing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-6691203498122555683?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6691203498122555683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=6691203498122555683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6691203498122555683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6691203498122555683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/11/cherry-on-top.html' title='Cherry on top!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SSn1mWpNwuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7jNB8eum9Wk/s72-c/n139001092_30351091_2128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-219606912799798420</id><published>2008-11-17T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:25:42.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice Surprise :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SSJDpjrjmHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QxKfnBOon_g/s1600-h/IMG00695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SSJDpjrjmHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QxKfnBOon_g/s320/IMG00695.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269848895208527986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight after work before doing some homework, I decided to take a short nap. I knew my parents were at the store and that they'd be home soon, so I would soon be awoken. What I didn't know was that I would wake up to these! It was such a nice surprise, my parents bought me flowers, just because :) I am so thankful for the two of them. They are such a good example to me of Godly parents. They have been married for 36 years now! (Their anniversary was in October) Anyway, just thought I'd share the beautiful flowers, enjoy! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-219606912799798420?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/219606912799798420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=219606912799798420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/219606912799798420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/219606912799798420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/11/nice-surprise.html' title='A nice Surprise :)'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SSJDpjrjmHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/QxKfnBOon_g/s72-c/IMG00695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-7448285149348811162</id><published>2008-11-14T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T13:11:30.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blessing from the Lord</title><content type='html'>I love Jon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Courson's&lt;/span&gt; daily devotions. He currently has 3 books out, and each of them are great. This is today's from "Footsteps of the Flock":&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;November 14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Therefore behold, I will hedge up thy way with thorns, and make a wall, that she shall not find her paths." Hosea 2:6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"In Job 3, we see this same hedge of protection when God declared that He would plant a hedge around Job so that the enemy would not be able to harm him more than what the Lord allowed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is a hedge around every believer that protects us from the attacks and attempts of the enemy to destroy us. If Satan could, he would strike every one of us with disease or death. He would show no mercy whatsoever. But the Lord has a hedge around us and only what God allows for His purposes in strengthening our faith or developing our ministry can touch us. That is why the Bible tells us to give thanks in everything (1 Thessalonians 5:18). Nothing can come into our lives except that which the Lord allows."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is such a blessing and a great reminder of the Lord's promises to us, He is so faithful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. if you are interested in reading the daily devotions from Jon's "Footsteps of the Flock" click &lt;a href="http://www.joncourson.com"&gt;here&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/8437520192285884541-7448285149348811162?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7448285149348811162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=7448285149348811162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7448285149348811162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/7448285149348811162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-jon-coursons-daily-devotions.html' title='A Blessing from the Lord'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-6246300905671915639</id><published>2008-11-13T11:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:55:49.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In class!</title><content type='html'>So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in class....and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; on my comp. (obviously)&lt;div&gt;anyway, I don't normally bring it to class but today I did. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Typative&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; right, not talkative, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;typative&lt;/span&gt;, I just keep typing messages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am talking to Anna, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Biggy&lt;/span&gt;, Kenton and April. Not to mention Jillian and Bethany who are sitting right next to me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; this has made class go by so quickly. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; gotten the work I wanted to do done yet but eh, its been a fun class! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-6246300905671915639?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6246300905671915639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=6246300905671915639' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6246300905671915639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/6246300905671915639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-class.html' title='In class!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-4219553991990960871</id><published>2008-11-13T00:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:16:06.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend Jayden.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SRviOMx7H-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/MOYXNG0zm0M/s1600-h/IMG00675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SRviOMx7H-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/MOYXNG0zm0M/s320/IMG00675.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268052922716594146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my friend Jayden, he's 4.&lt;div&gt;I met him one Wednesday night at church, and we've been the best of friends ever since :) isn't he cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's even cuter in person, and a lot of fun :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-4219553991990960871?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4219553991990960871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=4219553991990960871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4219553991990960871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4219553991990960871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-friend-jayden.html' title='My friend Jayden.'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SRviOMx7H-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/MOYXNG0zm0M/s72-c/IMG00675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-3679388909692936301</id><published>2008-11-12T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:17:08.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas.....</title><content type='html'>They played this video in chapel today... It's very interesting.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-436095bbf7397e49" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D436095bbf7397e49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331226309%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCC1FE12D4A335A8878B6FBC245CDF9D113B6015.4DFB28FFA45A156F142721E7C7DA8E3C1E5F73CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D436095bbf7397e49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D43P8JREBxG6mnZ7Bu3C_As34Ozk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D436095bbf7397e49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331226309%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCC1FE12D4A335A8878B6FBC245CDF9D113B6015.4DFB28FFA45A156F142721E7C7DA8E3C1E5F73CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D436095bbf7397e49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D43P8JREBxG6mnZ7Bu3C_As34Ozk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Something to think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-3679388909692936301?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=436095bbf7397e49&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3679388909692936301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=3679388909692936301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/3679388909692936301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/3679388909692936301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas.html' title='Christmas.....'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-1097755731237186187</id><published>2008-11-09T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T23:23:04.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SRffBAjZNsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Gn2lx7FG4do/s1600-h/Photo+8.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/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SRffBAjZNsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Gn2lx7FG4do/s320/Photo+8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266923497654400706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...I made an unexpected trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; tonight. Not with the intentions of getting coffee, but once I got there I couldn't resist. Tomorrow I register for classes, while I'm working. SO....the plan is to take my break right when my time opens up so that I can register for the classes I need. I am actually kinda bummed about registration. The classes available this semester that are those I need to take are at lame times, I don't know how I will ever be able to work. I know the Lord will work it all out though.&lt;div&gt;Anyway...so the reason I had to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; they have wireless and are located right next to my work. SO.....in order to use their wireless you have to register a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; card. So, I bought a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gift card&lt;/span&gt; only with the intentions of registering it. I have always wanted to register one for the cool benefits it comes along with, but always figured I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have money to go there enough to benefit. But tomorrow makes it all worth it, so now I can register while I am at work :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO anyway....all this to say that...The Holidays are coming! I am so excited, this is my favorite time of year. (the lights, the weather, the family get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;togethers&lt;/span&gt;, the food, the baking, everything!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately at work no one really wants to listen to the November CD because it is mostly Christmas music, but you better believe when I am there, that CD is playing. I LOVE this time of year, everything about it! So when I went to Starbucks tonight I was reminded yet again of the time of year we are going into. :) I cannot wait until it is consistently cold, and I can curl up by the fireplace with a hot cup of coffee, or hot cocoa and watch a movie or enjoy the company of friends and family. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; well I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hw&lt;/span&gt;, and this was yet 1 more way I am procrastinating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-1097755731237186187?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1097755731237186187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=1097755731237186187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1097755731237186187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/1097755731237186187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is coming :)'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SRffBAjZNsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Gn2lx7FG4do/s72-c/Photo+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-9096928419488043370</id><published>2008-11-04T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:13:35.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"But let him who glories glory in this..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"But let him who glories glory in this, That he understands and knows Me, That I am the Lord, exercising lovingkindness, judgement, and righteousness in the earth, For in these I delight says the Lord" Jeremiah 9:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of my favorite verses right now. The Lord has continually been reminding me over and over of this verse. It has been such a blessing because nothing can be better but to have scripture on your mind. This verse has been something I have been trying to implement more and more. It is so often that we try to let people know how much we know, or at least make it seem like we know a lot, or have a lot, or get to do a lot, really people try to make others jealous everyday. Daily, we as humans, are constantly trying to make ourselves look better or in other words boast in things we are doing. It has just been a constant reminder to me to glory in knowing the Lord. I want to know and understand the Lord and for it to be evident that this is true in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bible continues to bring up this idea of boasting and glorying in Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In 1 Corinthians 1:30-31 it says,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; " But of Him you are in Christ Jesus, who became for us wisdom from God--and righteousness and sanctification and redemption--that, as it is written, "he who glories, let him glory in the Lord"'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lately the Lord has been speaking to me very clearly and getting more of my attention. I have been realizing how much people need to know the Lord and how lost so many are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When the song, "Hosanna" came out by Hillsong United many months back, I really made it my prayer. Part of the chorus says, "Heal my heart and make it clean, open up my eyes to the things unseen, show me how to love like you have loved me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; I have been praying for this in my life and the Lord has been answering my prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More recently.... For a couple of months now one of my favorite songs has been "Give me Your Eyes" by Brandon Heath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" Give me Your eyes for just one second&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me Your eyes so I can see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything that I keep missing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me Your love for humanity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me your arms for the broken hearted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The ones that are far beyond my reach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give me your heart for the once forgotten"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These words have been my prayer for a few months now and the Lord is really opening my eyes to people. I have always thought about people around me and how they really do need Jesus but just recently my eyes have been opened to how lost people really are and how they really try to fill their lives with things that will only bring them temporary satisfaction. I have many friends and family members that I want to reach out to, if only they would just realize what this life is all about. It is not about us, and saying you are a Christian doesn't mean anything in today's society. It is so sad how many people don't even know Jesus. They can know about Him and have heard many things but there are so many who don't actually KNOW Him. It breaks my heart, my prayer is that I will constantly remember that it is not about me, that the Lord has a bigger plan that He wants to follow through with, and I know He will do it. While His plan is carried out, I will glory in one thing, to know and understand Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8437520192285884541-9096928419488043370?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/9096928419488043370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=9096928419488043370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/9096928419488043370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/9096928419488043370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/11/but-let-him-who-glories-glory-in-this.html' title='&quot;But let him who glories glory in this...&quot;'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-2617692911562297026</id><published>2008-11-01T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:31:42.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQzKpx6L8sI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XAmTcel8LmA/s1600-h/DSCN0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQzKpx6L8sI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XAmTcel8LmA/s320/DSCN0625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263804883610104514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQzKphKWzpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/u8z9myMupws/s1600-h/DSCN0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQzKphKWzpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/u8z9myMupws/s320/DSCN0624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263804879114522258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQzKo-hps6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/1kiDONxdbVU/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQzKo-hps6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/1kiDONxdbVU/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263804869816988578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQzKoCot0qI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ShdjzXvapu4/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQzKoCot0qI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ShdjzXvapu4/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263804853740491426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQzKn2ltTBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_qp-Wc186G0/s1600-h/n139001092_30340189_6866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQzKn2ltTBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_qp-Wc186G0/s320/n139001092_30340189_6866.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263804850506648594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Halloween this year, Nick and I decided to hang out with Kendall and Justin at my house. Justin and I created a cool contraption for when kids came so he could scare them.  Nick and I went to Chipotle to pick up some food and there were people covered in foil because they had a sweet deal: Dress up like a  burrito, get a free burrito. Neither of us did it but it was fun to see. We also carved pumpkins (Justin's was super cool, he made the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland) and watched The Twilight Zone and played games it was a lot of fun, and...I ALMOST beat Justin at Monopoly..... :( But it was a really fun night and I had a blast :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-2617692911562297026?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2617692911562297026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=2617692911562297026' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2617692911562297026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2617692911562297026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween :)'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQzKpx6L8sI/AAAAAAAAAEw/XAmTcel8LmA/s72-c/DSCN0625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-4381837482665710491</id><published>2008-10-28T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:00:37.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQeLcr2zH3I/AAAAAAAAADw/FahYdf23wkE/s1600-h/l_8ec3817060412ea290cb5b60c27ff171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQeLcr2zH3I/AAAAAAAAADw/FahYdf23wkE/s320/l_8ec3817060412ea290cb5b60c27ff171.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262328014530879346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQeLcfk1xNI/AAAAAAAAADo/pFw26hLFLf4/s1600-h/l_ed110780ff01a8750a0a071e29cb1e37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQeLcfk1xNI/AAAAAAAAADo/pFw26hLFLf4/s320/l_ed110780ff01a8750a0a071e29cb1e37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262328011234329810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQeLcS6eLeI/AAAAAAAAADg/G3zamt0X28o/s1600-h/l_e8515ab0d9b28f390dbfe4510c3fdebf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQeLP_fo9KI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Os-2xAgLvMk/s320/l_479bd26ef1ba51f88f3731219bbffb7b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262327796464153762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQeLPtZV_nI/AAAAAAAAADI/aKTdtI_rTh0/s1600-h/l_76e121104ed82650b9ac546c20ad0a47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQeLPtZV_nI/AAAAAAAAADI/aKTdtI_rTh0/s320/l_76e121104ed82650b9ac546c20ad0a47.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262327791605907058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQeLPsMeZCI/AAAAAAAAADA/OT1xl7esYbU/s1600-h/l_7e5a929d2b7210b8bda38b6ab354576e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQeLPsMeZCI/AAAAAAAAADA/OT1xl7esYbU/s320/l_7e5a929d2b7210b8bda38b6ab354576e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262327791283495970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQeLPY-S1WI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eFuAxETgGCI/s1600-h/l_efc9b36eb9b7ccd4ab2b03d0a2c24d63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQeLPY-S1WI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eFuAxETgGCI/s320/l_efc9b36eb9b7ccd4ab2b03d0a2c24d63.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262327786123744610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I went Sailing with Nick, his mom, dad and sister. It was a blast! I had so much fun. We sailed in the San Diego Bay. There wasn't much wind, it was kind of sporadic so we used the motor most of the time but nevertheless it was a lot of fun. I had never been sailing before. When I was little I went whale watching and have been on a few other boats over my 20 years here on earth but, this was my first time on a sail boat. Anyway, we stopped at Coronado Island and walked around for a little while and then got back on the boat. &lt;div&gt;Then...we got stuck! For about 10 minutes the boat was stuck in a sand rail but Nicks dad, the good captain he is lol, got us out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then later we got back to the dock and went and had a nice dinner. I had a lot of fun on Saturday, this whole weekend was actually a blessing. Friday night after witnessing I went with some girls to see High School Musical 3 (super cute movie) and then Saturday I was in San Diego all day. Then Sunday I went to a birthday party for one of my friends. The Lord has truly blessed me in many ways and I am truly thankful :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Lord for blessing my life in so many ways, you have blessed me with a fun life and gave me great friends and family, thanks for choosing to use me for your glory. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-4381837482665710491?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4381837482665710491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=4381837482665710491' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4381837482665710491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4381837482665710491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/10/sailing.html' title='Sailing'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQeLcr2zH3I/AAAAAAAAADw/FahYdf23wkE/s72-c/l_8ec3817060412ea290cb5b60c27ff171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-5354469236352516373</id><published>2008-10-24T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:27:53.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to Philly.....and NY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQIhADy7kUI/AAAAAAAAACw/pQJ43NDYELw/s1600-h/l_e5440a9df51a4c619c25780c0d5c1605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQIgr1soQgI/AAAAAAAAACA/DKNp1all8QE/s320/l_4ef78afde5ca48c2b3ab7a3ee7f874e8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260803252242891266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQIgrbFhQqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/w2Q_zdz__jE/s1600-h/l_3ac7bc8e1a8c4c018d6ac3e735f9f475.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/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQIgrbFhQqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/w2Q_zdz__jE/s320/l_3ac7bc8e1a8c4c018d6ac3e735f9f475.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260803245099532962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQIgVJCVZsI/AAAAAAAAABw/xU6RfrSNB6k/s1600-h/IMG00551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQIgVJCVZsI/AAAAAAAAABw/xU6RfrSNB6k/s320/IMG00551.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260802862297212610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQIgToLAEGI/AAAAAAAAABo/8p625QjPDS8/s1600-h/IMG00548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQIgToLAEGI/AAAAAAAAABo/8p625QjPDS8/s320/IMG00548.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260802836295323746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQIgS3DuG-I/AAAAAAAAABg/cBKkqnJdivE/s1600-h/IMG00513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQIgS3DuG-I/AAAAAAAAABg/cBKkqnJdivE/s320/IMG00513.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260802823111449570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQIgR9JsrHI/AAAAAAAAABY/THyJUTZaX5g/s1600-h/IMG00511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQIgR9JsrHI/AAAAAAAAABY/THyJUTZaX5g/s320/IMG00511.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260802807567264882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQIgQRrG4fI/AAAAAAAAABQ/09u67D9PjEU/s1600-h/IMG00501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQIgQRrG4fI/AAAAAAAAABQ/09u67D9PjEU/s320/IMG00501.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260802778716365298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... I haven't really posted anything in a while. I don't think I have since I went to Philly....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Philadelphia was awesome! The Lord did great things there. It was a blessing to be able to go. We also went to DC for a couple of days when we were out there which was cool because I had never been there before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO..... we got back from Philly and I had been back to work, actually not very excited to be back to work. I was lacking motivation, I just wasn't ready to be back...anyway....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had been back for about 4 days when I found out there was another spot to go on the NY trip which was 4 days away. The funny thing is that I had already felt the Lord was calling me to go but brushed it off like nothing because to me, there was no way I could miss another week of school and get another week off of work. Well, I kinda brushed it off but was praying that the Lord's will would be done. So.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The very next day I got a phone call asking if I was available to go to New York, again I said I don't think so but I will see what I can do and call you back. So... I was thinking, "man Lord this is crazy! Are you serious?!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...I prayed about it and talked to a few people about it and it was evident it was the Lord. Who am I to doubt what the Lord can do right? SO....I made a phone call and said well I dont know if I can get the money together or get work and school off but I will let you know in a few minutes what the final decision is. So....within 10 min...the money came through :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I sent an email to all of my teachers and called my mgr. I was going to have to let them know by 9 AM the next day if I would for sure be able to go so they could change the plane ticket to my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout the night, emails came in and ALL of my teachers were willing to work with me, which was amazing because it was the week of midterms and I just missed a week prior. I also talked to my mgr who said "we will work it out, we can get your shifts covered" So the next day I got my shifts covered all but 1. It wasnt until the night before I left that the last shift got covered, but, needless to say. The Lord is Good!!!!! How in the world did I get the money to go, my shifts covered and more time off of school? only through God. This was a great reminder to me of the Lord's faithfulness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're struggling with doubting what the Lord can do, trust Him! He will pull through!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...so I went to NY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a blast, it was my second time and I loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part was that the Lord was glorified and all the glory goes to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.... so thats an update :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O...and....I'm going sailing tomorrow with Nick and his fam :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so cool because I had to work so we were going to get back in time, but I was kinda nervous because it would be cutting it close so...I asked one of my co-workers if they would cover for me (which I was SUPER hesitant to do since they just covered a bunch of shifts for me while I was in Philly and NY) but they are. So...if any of my co-workers read this, THANK YOU SO MUCH! I really appreciate you guys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-5354469236352516373?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5354469236352516373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=5354469236352516373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5354469236352516373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5354469236352516373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-went-to-phillyand-ny.html' title='I went to Philly.....and NY!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SQIhADy7kUI/AAAAAAAAACw/pQJ43NDYELw/s72-c/l_e5440a9df51a4c619c25780c0d5c1605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-2446807681506458497</id><published>2008-09-29T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:30:36.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is good indeed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SOG2d844UrI/AAAAAAAAABI/1HeJ5H_4eVE/s1600-h/IMG00443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SOG2d844UrI/AAAAAAAAABI/1HeJ5H_4eVE/s320/IMG00443.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251679266167870130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Lord is so good! I am so thankful for the many blessings he has poured out on me.  Not only a beautiful sunrise but also a gorgeous sunset, all in one day. I have seen many pictures on peoples blogs, facebooks, myspace etc. that have also commented on this today...Check out &lt;a href="http://jillianmclaughlin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jillians&lt;/a&gt; pic, it is awesome!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I woke up on time for class!! (as you could tell since I was awake for the sunrise :D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, on my way to class Jillian called me and once I sat down in my seat I got a text from Michelle, both to make sure I woke up for class today :) What a blessing those two are :D Special thanks to the two of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more day of classes then Philadelphia here we come! I know the Lord has great plans for our trip, please keep us in prayer while we are there. You can watch it live on the Harvest Crusade Website for &lt;a href="http://www.harvest.org/crusades/2008/philadelphia/"&gt;Philly&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/8437520192285884541-2446807681506458497?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2446807681506458497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=2446807681506458497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2446807681506458497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2446807681506458497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-is-good-indeed.html' title='He is good indeed!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SOG2d844UrI/AAAAAAAAABI/1HeJ5H_4eVE/s72-c/IMG00443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-2727358672899615006</id><published>2008-09-29T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:29:26.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To behold the Beauty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SODyP4LzwlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kVb9NLr7VAs/s1600-h/IMG00442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SODyP4LzwlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kVb9NLr7VAs/s320/IMG00442.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251463520107872850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunrise &lt;/span&gt;was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt; this morning! I got ready for school and as I walked out this is what I saw...So...my camera on my phone doesn't give this real life view justice. But the sky was gorgeous! As I was driving I could see more of the sky (I would have taken a better pick but, I didn't want to get in an accident) and I was just reminded of how beautiful the Lord's creation truly is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psalm 28:4 says &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"One thing I have desired of the Lord &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That will I seek: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I may dwell in the house of the Lord &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the days of my life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To behold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the beauty of the Lord&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to inquire in His temple."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I am awestruck daily by the Lord's creation here on earth, I am excited to see what He is preparing in Heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-2727358672899615006?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2727358672899615006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=2727358672899615006' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2727358672899615006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/2727358672899615006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-behold-beauty.html' title='To behold the Beauty!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SODyP4LzwlI/AAAAAAAAABA/kVb9NLr7VAs/s72-c/IMG00442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-5758051377936657895</id><published>2008-09-27T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:38:43.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sky!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SN613SEEhGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hwoLkJdd_8k/s1600-h/IMG00390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SN613SEEhGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hwoLkJdd_8k/s320/IMG00390.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250834176906921058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SN613b4koPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3_JT5qRNgJY/s1600-h/IMG00391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SN613b4koPI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3_JT5qRNgJY/s320/IMG00391.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250834179543048434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so her birthday was September 19th...&lt;div&gt;But today I took her to lunch and out shopping to celebrate. My niece, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skyler,&lt;/span&gt; turned &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;!!! Thats crazy, I cannot believe how old she is getting....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went to Miguel's for lunch and then I bought her, her first pair of rainbows. If you know me, you know &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love rainbows&lt;/span&gt;...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I also took her to get a pedicure...at my fav place, Red Persimmon. And then we got See's candy :)  Her toes looked so pretty, and looked real cute in her new sandals :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love her so much and don't get to see her that often so it was nice to spend some time with her today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-5758051377936657895?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5758051377936657895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=5758051377936657895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5758051377936657895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/5758051377936657895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-sky.html' title='Happy Birthday Sky!'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SN613SEEhGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hwoLkJdd_8k/s72-c/IMG00390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8437520192285884541.post-4989958792092901075</id><published>2008-09-26T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:41:19.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson Well Learned....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson Number 1: Buy an alarm clock that works all the time, not just sometimes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson Number 2: Thats what friends do......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I missed my first class :( (Hence Lesson number 1.) I was so bummed because I will be missing 3 classes in the next week and a half because of the Philly trip....so anyway I was thinking about how these types of things happen and how it is nice to have friends who will help you out. Bringing me to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson Number 2, Thats what friends do.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....A couple of weeks ago a fellow classmate of mine missed a class and sent out an email to all of the students in our class asking if anyone could please send her their notes that she missed. Immediately when I got that email I blew it off....thinking, just show up for class...but after today I realized that things happen, and although I do not know the person, I should have helped them out.(so...whoever you are, if you are reading this, I'm sorry) Because, thats the right thing to do. SO...although this morning was frustrating for me, it was also a blessing because the Lord reminded me how thankful I should be for my friends.....My friends are awesome! They pray for me, let me copy their notes when I miss a class, Help me out with stuff I don't understand, Wake me up if I oversleep, and are always there for me...After all thats what friends do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...a special thanks goes out to all of my friends, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I truly am blessed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8437520192285884541-4989958792092901075?l=allisondewitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4989958792092901075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8437520192285884541&amp;postID=4989958792092901075' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4989958792092901075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8437520192285884541/posts/default/4989958792092901075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allisondewitt.blogspot.com/2008/09/lesson-well-learned.html' title='A Lesson Well Learned....'/><author><name>Allison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02207746712151899792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntcNzRNAV8w/SckdKp-bkbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EGxq_bzLAf4/S220/IMG_0261.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
