<?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-186071878005654660</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:24:19.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the Beautiful</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingthebella.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186071878005654660/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingthebella.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677732846412254548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yv2hxCcyjWM/TqhjwEK2PhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_gulMDMrhwc/s220/049.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186071878005654660.post-7875931576408257500</id><published>2012-01-24T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T09:00:51.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;When I wrote out "forming", I thought about the new year. How&amp;nbsp;the new year--fresh and spread out ahead--is&amp;nbsp;forming day by day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want this to be a year that I look back on and smile on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Not because everything went perfect- because it won't. Or because everything went the way I thought it would- because then again, it won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No..I want this year to be different. I want to be challenged. Changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And, I don't want what I just wrote to be a feeling that lingers until the first month is over, but one that stays. That is my heart's desire throughout the whole year.&amp;nbsp; One that stays throughout the moment's when I am content and happy, and in the one's that it would be easier to forget the word challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0lf0-VV-jM/TxNMh-5KswI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CHMNKoyF9xE/s1600/18321794540_Ctz42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0lf0-VV-jM/TxNMh-5KswI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CHMNKoyF9xE/s640/18321794540_Ctz42.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And, with that, let me say that I&amp;nbsp; am looking forward to the new year forming.&amp;nbsp; With it's moments that hold only what God knows.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mN_MEqRs1HE/TxNMmjl3QwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ADwUE6aYJf4/s1600/18321867682_g4vbv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mN_MEqRs1HE/TxNMmjl3QwI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ADwUE6aYJf4/s640/18321867682_g4vbv.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No, dear brothers and sisters, I am still not all I should be, but I am focusing all my energies on this one thing: Forgetting the past and looking forward to what lies ahead, I strain to reach the end of the race and receive the prize for which God, through Christ Jesus, is calling us up to heaven."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Philippians 3:13-14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;****&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1k5TtrhGXE4/TxNMoPDruwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CwBzdcNFyK4/s640/18321926225_grGnh.jpg" width="632px" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;May the new year be a year to remember. And may it be good. &lt;em&gt;Very good. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186071878005654660-7875931576408257500?l=findingthebella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingthebella.blogspot.com/feeds/7875931576408257500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186071878005654660&amp;postID=7875931576408257500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186071878005654660/posts/default/7875931576408257500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186071878005654660/posts/default/7875931576408257500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingthebella.blogspot.com/2012/01/forming.html' title='Forming'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677732846412254548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yv2hxCcyjWM/TqhjwEK2PhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_gulMDMrhwc/s220/049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0lf0-VV-jM/TxNMh-5KswI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CHMNKoyF9xE/s72-c/18321794540_Ctz42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186071878005654660.post-1394125428618684885</id><published>2011-11-10T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T17:40:21.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorites</title><content type='html'>This fall I have a lot of favorites.&amp;nbsp; And by favorites I mean, things that I love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dPQhhZAUKoo/TrxzCJj27QI/AAAAAAAAACY/egAn9gtNeRk/s1600/17262659734_w8mCP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="450" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dPQhhZAUKoo/TrxzCJj27QI/AAAAAAAAACY/egAn9gtNeRk/s640/17262659734_w8mCP.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sunset view on the hill.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken more than enough pictures of this view, but I &lt;em&gt;never ever&lt;/em&gt; get sick of it.&amp;nbsp; It is always different, yet always the same. And aways beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1X3hEJ2D6jU/TrxzHhU6dOI/AAAAAAAAACg/EE-sBGhUwho/s1600/17262758348_nHzmD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1X3hEJ2D6jU/TrxzHhU6dOI/AAAAAAAAACg/EE-sBGhUwho/s640/17262758348_nHzmD.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am biased, but this child is wonderful.&amp;nbsp; I have yet to meet another five year old who likes coffee, sushi, and who could&amp;nbsp;carry the&amp;nbsp;tune to&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Amazing Grace&lt;/em&gt; perfectly at the age of two.&amp;nbsp; Like, I said, I am rather biased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1lnVifEbd4s/TrxzVG9iXEI/AAAAAAAAACw/hQq2bPwTipM/s1600/17262857894_NsfMZ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1lnVifEbd4s/TrxzVG9iXEI/AAAAAAAAACw/hQq2bPwTipM/s640/17262857894_NsfMZ.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two year olds, and small cups of Chik-fil-A ice cream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this picture speaks pretty much for itself.&amp;nbsp; And, by the way, I have no idea how this made it to my favorites list, it isn't like it was cute to watch her devour it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7dLa_qU2thE/TrxzcE-DKaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rbu5WXsC4fY/s1600/17262902919_hVXmq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7dLa_qU2thE/TrxzcE-DKaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rbu5WXsC4fY/s640/17262902919_hVXmq.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite pictures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two pictures below are completely different, but they are both two of my favorite picture's that I have taken.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vlzNE2L90Hw/TrxzcwGa3YI/AAAAAAAAADA/oR2bK2mdRUU/s1600/17132282701_BJBzs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vlzNE2L90Hw/TrxzcwGa3YI/AAAAAAAAADA/oR2bK2mdRUU/s640/17132282701_BJBzs.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VHRwmIC1k5c/TrxzecqjscI/AAAAAAAAADI/CGWVz0yIHNU/s1600/13494911922_h6hnX.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VHRwmIC1k5c/TrxzecqjscI/AAAAAAAAADI/CGWVz0yIHNU/s640/13494911922_h6hnX.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;One more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another one of the looks that the hill at sunset has to offer.&amp;nbsp; I think this look just might be one of my favorites.&amp;nbsp; But you never know... tomorrow's may blow away all of the others.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;God is indeed an amazing Creator&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ogk7GQqQfns/Trxz8Ceus4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/PoGyxHygmP8/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ogk7GQqQfns/Trxz8Ceus4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/PoGyxHygmP8/s640/030.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(not sure why some of the pictures came out with the stripes on them...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186071878005654660-1394125428618684885?l=findingthebella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingthebella.blogspot.com/feeds/1394125428618684885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186071878005654660&amp;postID=1394125428618684885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186071878005654660/posts/default/1394125428618684885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186071878005654660/posts/default/1394125428618684885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingthebella.blogspot.com/2011/11/favorites.html' title='Favorites'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677732846412254548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yv2hxCcyjWM/TqhjwEK2PhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_gulMDMrhwc/s220/049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dPQhhZAUKoo/TrxzCJj27QI/AAAAAAAAACY/egAn9gtNeRk/s72-c/17262659734_w8mCP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-186071878005654660.post-1097370089171611321</id><published>2011-10-26T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T12:43:17.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the Beautiful</title><content type='html'>"Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started blogging in 2008.&amp;nbsp; It has always been the outlet for my inspiration.&amp;nbsp; At times the words came flowing, and I knew exactly what I was going to write. Other times I would go weeks without opening the 'new post' page.&amp;nbsp; In the past four months I have only published a hand full of posts'. And while during that time of not writing it felt odd, and not right.&amp;nbsp; But now?&amp;nbsp; Now I can see it. I can see why I needed to wait.&amp;nbsp; I have figured out that there are times that I don't need the words to come. I don't &lt;em&gt;need &lt;/em&gt;to write. There will be times when the words won't come to me.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes there are times when no amount of words will be able to describe it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I blog from now on&amp;nbsp;it will be out of inspiration. Not trying to post something just to have it out there, and wait for the feed back.&amp;nbsp; I have done that too many times and I don't get anything out of it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;But when I blog out of pure inspiration? That's when I enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gclbqMMyY80/Tqdjkbn8qWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LOHkZMFe4BQ/s1600/13494484554_NZjkB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gclbqMMyY80/Tqdjkbn8qWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LOHkZMFe4BQ/s640/13494484554_NZjkB.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created beauty for our enjoyment, and pleasure- I'm determined not to waste it. I hold a key to a door that God&amp;nbsp;has given me... I am going to unlock it, and use whatever God has placed on the other side to inspire people, and bring glory to Him. There is so much in life just waiting to be discovered. &lt;em&gt;So much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2010 my family moved out of the state where I had always lived. Away from family, and away from all familiarity.&amp;nbsp;For some that doesn't seem like that big of a deal, but for us it was. But now--looking back--it was one of the best things that has ever happened our family... and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDGPpH-zuXY/TqdjmzQM-bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eJ6kiBMjT-I/s1600/13494690864_5FT7D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MDGPpH-zuXY/TqdjmzQM-bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eJ6kiBMjT-I/s640/13494690864_5FT7D.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know what it in the future for my life... but He does. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know where this road will lead our family... but He does.&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is about my life, and the things that fill it.&amp;nbsp; I look forward to seeing what is coming next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tzCsY07ta9Y/TqdjtpJgQRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KQ4OXJY_tcE/s1600/13494769716_pwfzD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tzCsY07ta9Y/TqdjtpJgQRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KQ4OXJY_tcE/s640/13494769716_pwfzD.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/186071878005654660-1097370089171611321?l=findingthebella.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findingthebella.blogspot.com/feeds/1097370089171611321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=186071878005654660&amp;postID=1097370089171611321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186071878005654660/posts/default/1097370089171611321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/186071878005654660/posts/default/1097370089171611321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findingthebella.blogspot.com/2011/10/finding-beautiful.html' title='Finding the Beautiful'/><author><name>Lydia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05677732846412254548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yv2hxCcyjWM/TqhjwEK2PhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_gulMDMrhwc/s220/049.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gclbqMMyY80/Tqdjkbn8qWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LOHkZMFe4BQ/s72-c/13494484554_NZjkB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
