<?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-6361308096336701304</id><updated>2011-08-29T16:36:52.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Heights of Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-2655157467497385715</id><published>2011-08-29T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T16:36:52.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a rough day</title><content type='html'>Lately, since being married, I have maybe gained a couple L B's. I mean, it's happy weight, and I have no doubt that when all of the stress calms and things slow down that I will be hitting the gym as per usual and going back to my normal, average-ish size. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that to preface this story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone asked me if I was pregnant today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, not the usual, "Oh you're married now so you're probably like all other women. Desperate to have babies. Are you pregnant?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was more like, "Hey Korey, puttin on some weight? You pregnant?" ummmm ... "no." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silence... "Oh, you just wanted to... put on some weight?" ummmm.... "no."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silence... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awesome conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the pushover that I am I said, "Oh I just got married, it's just happy marriage weight" and totally let it go.  The painful part was, it was a straight forward observation. Nothing mean or purposeful... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to hit the gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cripes.&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/6361308096336701304-2655157467497385715?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2655157467497385715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=2655157467497385715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/2655157467497385715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/2655157467497385715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-rough-day.html' title='This is a rough day'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-8562263312467816614</id><published>2011-08-19T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T18:06:45.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been nearly a year since I my last blog. In the last year I started a new job, got hitched, and bought a house. Yipes! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am married to Adam Chambers, most gentle and handsome man. The patience he has for me and my shenanigans is saint-like. I suppose I put up with some things as well. Marriage is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How would I even finish that sentence... really? It just is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the things I have learned from marriage already is that there is no human that can be as near to you as God can. The feelings of love and affection, peace and adoration, safety and comfort, that come with marriage are still just feelings. It's an intense thought, but nothing is promised. All is grace. Adam is the greatest grace God has blessed me with, but he is a grace in my life. He does't belong to me the way he belongs to God. Same goes for me. We belong in the arms of Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's where the peace that passes understanding abides. In His arms. I learned in college after the tragic loss of a dear, dear friend, that life is fragile and fleeting, but the love of God is never ending, never failing, never faltering. It's the only solid, perfect, guarantee. That He will never leave us or forsake us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmmmm, the comfort that comes with that. It wouldn't be comforting at all if I wasn't aware of the sobering truths of this world. It is SO comforting to me though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good gracious, lighten up there Kor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been an incredible year. Just excited about all of the things I have learned. The frustrating truth is that I seem to re-learn things over and over again! Thankful to have a God that is patient and continues to gently teach me the same lessons year after year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6361308096336701304-8562263312467816614?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8562263312467816614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=8562263312467816614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/8562263312467816614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/8562263312467816614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-has-been-nearly-year-since-i-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-7422728263550366239</id><published>2009-11-16T16:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:22:12.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I might have found my new home!</title><content type='html'>God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a church yesterday and felt more at home than I have in 6 years of searching. YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, He is faithful. AGAIN! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-7422728263550366239?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7422728263550366239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=7422728263550366239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/7422728263550366239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/7422728263550366239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-i-might-have-found-my-new-home.html' title='I think I might have found my new home!'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-6015964773194301450</id><published>2009-10-29T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:01:53.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I always put too much milk on my cereal!</title><content type='html'>I am eating cereal in my room right now. I filled up on the chex and now I can't finish my milk. I do this... EVERY. TIME. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, life has been surprising lately. I believe the schedule guy at work must be some sort of sage, mind reader, future see-er. This is why. I worked this past weekend and when I look on the schedule I saw that I wasn't scheduled again until Friday! That meant I had four whole days off. WHAT?! So, I wasn't very happy about that. But, I tell ya what, these last four days have been the greatest blessing. I have been able to slow down and BREATH! j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am alive again. It's like I've been sprinting for the last month and I am just now getting enough time to stop and catch my breath. I tend to feel guilty for taking breaks or taking time off. For some reason I feel the need to be doing and moving and working at all times. These last few days I have just calmed the heck down. I still accomplished a lot. But, it wasn't because I made a list and a time frame and made myself stick to every little detail. It's been amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tomorrow I go back to work. Back to a job that is amazing and exciting, but also draining and heart-breaking at times. I am ready though. I am refreshed and ready to give 100%. No more just making it through the day, I am strong enough to give my all tomorrow. I just need to take these breaks more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that is amazing right now is the fact that God has been really faithful in giving me what I need... not so much what I want. I didn't want to be here in Essexville, MI for the next year and a half. But I have really just started to feel at home here. I won't give you all the details, but so many little things have started to fall into place. NOW, I just need to find a church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's some what of an update... somewhat of a mess. Sort through if you want! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Korey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-6015964773194301450?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6015964773194301450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=6015964773194301450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/6015964773194301450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/6015964773194301450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-always-put-too-much-milk-on-my-cereal.html' title='I always put too much milk on my cereal!'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-4350373999729648506</id><published>2009-10-21T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T08:57:40.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is autumn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/a/autumn_scenery-9489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 302px;" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/a/autumn_scenery-9489.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take this photo. Unfortunately. I just am loving this weather! His faithful love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-4350373999729648506?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4350373999729648506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=4350373999729648506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/4350373999729648506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/4350373999729648506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-autumn.html' title='This is autumn...'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-6545636288707471732</id><published>2009-10-08T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T06:58:37.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is somewhat painful...</title><content type='html'>So... not going back to Spring Arbor. Interesting, hard, exciting, terrifying... it pretty much feels like a big jumbled ball of emotion that I'd rather toss out the window than unravel. I was pretty bummed for a bit there. Now that things have gotten more settled here in good ol' bay city I feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I have finished my internship. I have NOT written my paper yet. That will probably be what I try to do today. SO thrilled that it is over. It was a great experience... but it kept me way too busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly :), work is still great. I have been on the adolecent side most of the time these days... and I tell ya what, it's heart wrenching. BUT, it is probably the most rewarding thing I've done, too. VERY bittersweet. OH, if you don't know what I'm talking about---&gt; I work at a inpatient mental hospital. So, we get adults who are picked up on the street and are psychotic or adults that haven't been taking or have been abusing medications, or guys that are headed to jail and pretend to be crazy so they can postpone it. WELL, I've been working the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;adolescent&lt;/span&gt; side. A much smaller wing of the hospital where children come if they are have extreme behavioral issues, or if they have done something that suggests serious mental instability. Anyway, it's heavy... but really important work. I like it for the most part. BUT I am looking elsewhere. I don't know how long I can stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, onto the best part... I went MOUNTAIN BIKING yesterday!!! It was AMAZING. Adam and I were just going to stick to the really easy trails because I had never been before. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Welllll&lt;/span&gt;... we ended up on a harder one. I was doing really well and hitting every feature (even if that meant going back and hitting it twice)... so we started riding faster. It was a blast and I was feeling pretty confident. So we come around a corner and Adam goes down the hill and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappears&lt;/span&gt;. I follow after and notice that there's a LOT going on at the bottom. NO problem! I've got this... So I continue down the hill and there's some pretty rocky terrain and then a man made bridge just off the ground that curves to the left as SOON as you hit the bottom of the hill. If you don't make that left it's a straight shot into a tree. So, all this to say... I got over the rocks and I hit the bridge, but I DEFINITELY didn't turn in time. OH I turned... just in time to slam sideways into the tree!!! Needless to say I'm a little bruised. My face has a cherry read rash on my right chin that extends down my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say I was able to get back on the bike and ride the rest of the way out (Thanks to Adams incredible patience, kindness, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;encouragement&lt;/span&gt;!). We found a side trail that was pretty flat after a while and took it. I plan to go again soon. This time, I'll avoid the trees! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though I'm not at college anymore and everything feels like it's changing... I am finding new adventures and having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Koreyanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-6545636288707471732?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6545636288707471732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=6545636288707471732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/6545636288707471732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/6545636288707471732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-somewhat-painful.html' title='This is somewhat painful...'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-7217328242256576427</id><published>2009-08-27T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T07:56:58.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>For the past week I have been going to my internship in the morning and then going to work in the afternoons. It has been crazy. I talked to a girl last night at work who worked a full time job, a part time job, went to nursing school, and had two kids. I asked her how she did it and she said, "Poor people just know how to work!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am joining a gym and starting spinning classes. That should be a hoot. I hear they are really difficult, but really fun. I think I am going to go to my first one today. Yikes! I hope I don't fall off the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I start night shift. 11pm to 7am I will be at work. I'll do that tomorrow, Saturday, and Sunday nights. We'll see how that goes. Hopefully I will just take some energy drinks and read a book. I hear that things are either really crazy or really quiet on night shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written anything about my job yet! Well, I am a Mental Health Worker. I work at an inpatient facility where patients are either petitioned to come, picked up by the police, sent from jail, or admit themselves voluntarily, because they are a threat to themselves or others. The thing that amazes me is that these patients are often times really kind, interesting, and funny people. Anyway, I take vitals, do one to one interviews about their precautions (such as suicidal precautions, assultive precautions, ect.) run groups, and make sure they have everything they need. I also chart on the patients so that the therapists and doctors know about how they have been behaving throughout the day and if they are a risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a really fun job. Always something new and always exciting. I have been training on second shift this last week and I love it. I wish I could post stories from work, but I think it would be a HIPPA violation if someone recognized something about a patient and could tell who it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, the patients are soooo interesting. I will tell you that one patient peed in the sink in our day room yesterday. He just walked right up to it and peed. One of the workers, obviously, confronted him, but what in the world are you supposed to do? He finished and walked out and it got taken care of. Another patient told me that he was outside talking to his cousin today and after he noticed everyone looking at him funny he realized that his cousin wasn't really there at all. He said, "I was talking to the wall! Man, I really thought he was there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone can identify the patients from those stories. But, anyway, it's a really really interesting job and I love this field of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been able to spend a lot more time in the Word lately. It's funny to me that when life gets more hectic I can suddenly find time for that. I know it's because it is one of the main outlets for me and one of the huge encouragers. It also energizes me and gives me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Elyse and Mary have both decided to be dumb and go far far away. I miss them both terribly and am pretty sure I will never forgive them. Okay, that's not true at all, but I do miss them. I am very proud of them both and am, of course, very happy for their exciting new adventures. There will be lots of traveling this year. I can already see that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp. I think that's about all I have in the noggin that I want to share with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things. Tired as all get out... but good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs all around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I applied for first shift and it was granted. After I finish out this schedule I will be working 7am-3pm instead of 11pm-7am. This makes me happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-7217328242256576427?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7217328242256576427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=7217328242256576427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/7217328242256576427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/7217328242256576427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-exhaustion.html' title='This is Exhaustion'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-95859427663755556</id><published>2009-08-11T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:01:07.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the Real World (Bay City)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SoH379YuZbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Odvg0EwLVno/s1600-h/Change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SoH379YuZbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Odvg0EwLVno/s320/Change.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368844840264951218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaapalapa (I have been being professional all day. It's not my style...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is hard... but good? I say this because it is true and I fully expect it to come full circle for me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I started my job. For serious this time... I was on time every day and made sure to read everything they gave me. I was on the unit today a bit and met Ryan Seacrest's fiance. It was amazing. She also sang me a Bon Jovi song. "It's my life and it's now or never!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, I am really excited about this job. Things are really weird for me these days and it's gonna be cool to have something new to keep my mind occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I feel about not going back to school--&gt; A large part of me wants to be content. But another large part of me wants to go back to what I am used to. Back to the amazing support system, relentless love, and ridiculous memories that were at Spring Arbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This milestone of graduating and getting a job and an apartment just makes it so obvious how fast time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be working night shift and I'm pretty nervous about it. 11 pm to 7 am. Yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to a youth group tonight here in Bay City. I really feel the need to sing with purpose today. I think something inside of me is really really hungry for music and Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty-o. Well, need to stay positive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves and Smooches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KoreyAnna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-95859427663755556?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/95859427663755556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=95859427663755556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/95859427663755556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/95859427663755556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-real-world-bay-city.html' title='This is the Real World (Bay City)'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SoH379YuZbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Odvg0EwLVno/s72-c/Change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-4278959237479964398</id><published>2009-07-29T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:05:40.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mazoo.co.uk/images/Sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 499px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mazoo.co.uk/images/Sepia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We All Need Saving Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jon McLaughlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.Say what you will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.but the time that we fill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.While we're on the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.Should not be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.We were meant to be known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have lovely friends. Thank the Lord for the blessing that they are to me. We were not meant to be alone... we were meant to be known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am at my internship right now. On lunch break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another thing I know. - You eat 30-40% less if you eat alone rather than eating with others -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I really like lunch time here because I can just come into my office and be alone for a bit to think and process and breath. Oh, and eat. We had Olive Garden today! WOO HOO! They have lunch here almost every day. People just bring it. It's like magic. Free magic. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I need to start adding pictures to my blogs. Yes, yes I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That is all I know today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OH! That's a lie. I also know that Pandora is awesome. If you want to go old school with it it's "The Bomb" and if I were to go a little further I'd say it was the "Bomb diggity." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;K, That's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ibiblio.org/expo/vatican.exhibit/exhibit/e-music/images/music17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-4278959237479964398?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4278959237479964398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=4278959237479964398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/4278959237479964398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/4278959237479964398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-what-i-know.html' title='This is what I know'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-8680455046422098249</id><published>2009-07-28T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:13:27.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is melting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason Morant - Delight lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Jason Morant&lt;br /&gt;Album: Abandon&lt;br /&gt;Year: 2004&lt;br /&gt;Title: Delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by Your shadow every need I have is met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm waiting in Your presence every fear&lt;br /&gt;Is put to rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me and I belong to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever come my way&lt;br /&gt;That You won't see me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I delight in the beauty of Your holiness&lt;br /&gt;Because I won't find a love like Yours&lt;br /&gt;In all the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the quiet of Your chambers the love&lt;br /&gt;I feel is made complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mercy You have granted&lt;br /&gt;I will rest for all eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me and I belong to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will ever come my way&lt;br /&gt;That You won't see me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I delight in the beauty of Your holiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I won't find a love like Yours&lt;br /&gt;In all the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Because I won't find a face like Yours&lt;br /&gt;In all the earth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I started my internship! It is amazing. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was really nice. I went to a wedding in Wisconsin with Adam (my wonderful boyfriend) and then had lunch in Chicago on the way home. It was a really nice wedding and I really enjoyed spending time with Adams parents. PLUS I got to wear my new dress and shoes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am overwhelmed lately with changes. Getting older and getting a job. Thinking about my future and all of the adventures that I wish to have and remembering all of the sweet things I have done. Making new friends and missing old friends... and remembering friends that are no longer with me. Life is such a beautiful mess of experiences and moments. How I have chosen to act in those moments and how I have chosen to react to those experiences has shaped my character and hardened and melted my heart time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SnMJ99vfWfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/t0ctdknpagg/s1600-h/Emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364642541278812658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SnMJ99vfWfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/t0ctdknpagg/s320/Emily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am pretty melty. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good. &lt;strong&gt;ALL THE TIME&lt;/strong&gt;. ALL the time. all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you many melting moments,&lt;br /&gt;Korey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-8680455046422098249?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8680455046422098249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=8680455046422098249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/8680455046422098249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/8680455046422098249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-melting.html' title='This is melting.'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SnMJ99vfWfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/t0ctdknpagg/s72-c/Emily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-8762622873246196553</id><published>2009-07-10T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:25:50.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casual Fridays</title><content type='html'>Here is a story for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I graduated. I secured a job. And this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I lost all of my paperwork for the job that I was starting in a week. I looked everywhere for it and did not find any trace of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation Week...&lt;br /&gt;Day One: I could not sleep. Thought process went something like this... I'm going to be late. They aren't going to give me new paperwork. I probably won't even make it there... I'm terrible with directions. I'll probably end up on the other side of the state and my car will break down or run out of gas and I'll never amount to anything and end up on the streets scraping gum off of park benches for the rest of my life smelling like BO and muttering on and on under my breath about that one fateful day when I missed the first day of orientation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;progressively&lt;/span&gt; worse and more and more ridiculous as the night went on. I drifted in and out of sleep/nightmares of naked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;orientations&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I was up about 2 hours before I needed to be. I used the excess time to attempt cover up the three lovely red bumps that had formed on my chin over night. The makeup just made it look worse. Thrilling start to the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the apartment and made my way easily to work listening to Jason and trying to convince myself that everything was going to be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived I went straight to the front desk and asked what time orientation began. "Oh, an hour from now? Okay, I'll just go wait in my car." So, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way back into the building and was directed to HR where I filled out tons of paperwork, neglected to ask for a new orientation schedule, and had a pretty shiny forehead ID picture taken. Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was spent sitting in a chair listening to different lectures. Basically, don't be late, don't let anyone die, and realize that if you are part time you have no benefits. They people were really nice though and things began to look up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Two: New room. Learned about bed sores. Sick. Spilled plate all over the place at lunch and gave my cell phone and wallet a lasagna/cottage cheese bath. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 Meeting with the Women's Shelter I hope to volunteer at. So cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:40 Finger printing appointment. Got lost on the way. Cried. Showed up late. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fingerprinted&lt;/span&gt;. Lost Cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Four: Slept in. Boyfriend returns cell. 7 new messages. "Why weren't you at orientation yesterday... and today?" Crap Crap CRAP CRAP! This is the moment I realized that I was supposed to attend the Wednesday and Thursday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;orientations&lt;/span&gt; even though I wasn't a nurse. WHY DIDN'T I ASK FOR A NEW SCHEDULE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID STUPID STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Five: Pretty excited that it's casual Friday because I got to wear jeans to work and I worked at a place that had casual Fridays. I felt like an adult. CPR Training. Entered the room and answered co-workers concerned questions about my absence. Signed in and had a TB test. "Oops... you'll probably have a bruise", said the nice nurse. "That's okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CPR Training begins. I feel someone walk up behind me... "Are you Korey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HR needs to speak with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay" Crap Crap Crap Crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took the walk of doom in my casual Friday jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried like a baby in front of the HR rep and she said she would see what she could do. Turns out I'll just re-do orientation in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at being an adult... but, ya know, as my mother, my boyfriend, any my best friend Elyse said, "These things happen." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do better next time. It was a learning experience and now I have a month to memorize the companies policies and orientation booklet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna be so orientated next month that they won't even know what to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness Gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korey Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-8762622873246196553?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8762622873246196553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=8762622873246196553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/8762622873246196553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/8762622873246196553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2009/07/casual-fridays.html' title='Casual Fridays'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-3744747866767255682</id><published>2009-04-01T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:08:35.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future</title><content type='html'>I am terrified.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much to be done... more than I can handle right now it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I need to do:&lt;br /&gt;Find my bag with my bible and purse in it (missing that terribly)&lt;br /&gt;Do my laundry&lt;br /&gt;Clean my room&lt;br /&gt;Do homework (not going to list it all... too much)&lt;br /&gt;Stop over- booking all of my days&lt;br /&gt;Figure out my internship&lt;br /&gt;Get a job&lt;br /&gt;Save money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-3744747866767255682?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3744747866767255682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=3744747866767255682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/3744747866767255682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/3744747866767255682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2009/04/future.html' title='Future'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-147390833073652216</id><published>2008-04-02T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:36:16.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my desire...</title><content type='html'>A young girl is learning to play the piano. She has been playing for a year now. She attends a concert with her mother where a pianist plays beautiful music and plays it so very well. The girl is discouaged... not knowing if she will EVER be able to play that well and feeling like a failure for not being at that level of excellence. She is overwhelmed. What does good enough even look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I have felt. I see what it looks like to be the woman of God that I want to be... but I am overwhelmed with the persistent and diligent pursuit of wisdom and experience that this will require. I have realized with the help of my brothers and sisters that that Lord has blessed me with recently, that what God asks is our best. His best is something to constantly reach for and with practice we will get closer and closer. Let us run the race... mount up on wings like eagles... and not grow weary. It's a long journey... but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will run the race set out before me with passion and diligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I desire more than anything in the world. To be infiltrated by and to have written on my heart the fruits of the spirit. To have them saturate so potently everything I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;**************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Galatians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness,&lt;br /&gt;23 gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I want to be renewed. I want to experience the Lord's love and allow it to overflow into everything I am and everything I do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bethany Dillon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is this sun that conquers mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Singing over what has been asleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is it that softens all my doubting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Morning brings a hunger for new eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That have been covered by the hurt of yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who could create in me the vision of a little child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You take an ordinary day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And turn it into flowers like the month of May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You see all my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You cry over it for hours till I'm new again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I have been a victim of familiarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When my heart has fallen into sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Healing is the voice that awakens me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You take an ordinary day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And turn it into flowers like the month of May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You see all my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You cry over it for hours till I'm new again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You, you make me new...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about a month now I have been struggling with a loss of direction, purpose, and passion. When this scripture was read to me today I felt warm tears spill onto my cheeks. I felt His voice. For the first time in so long I felt my Love, my Friend, my God's pressence. I feel as if I have purpose again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Peter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 His divine power has given us &lt;strong&gt;everything we need for life and godliness through our knowledge of him&lt;/strong&gt; who called us by his own glory and goodness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4 Through these he has given us his very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the &lt;strong&gt;divine nature&lt;/strong&gt; (CHRISTLIKE!) and &lt;strong&gt;escape the corruption in the world&lt;/strong&gt; caused by evil desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6 and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7 and to godliness, brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8 For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will &lt;strong&gt;keep you from being ineffective and unproductive&lt;/strong&gt; in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9 But if anyone does not have them, he is short-sighted and blind, and has forgotten that he has been cleansed from his past sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10 Therefore, my brothers, be all the more eager to make your calling and election sure. For if you do these things, &lt;strong&gt;you will never fall, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;11 and you will receive a rich welcome into the eternal kingdom of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I could work towards this for the rest of my life and never master it. But these two passages of scripture will give me something solid to work towards. I am no longer overwhelmed. I am excited and ready to serve. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord for His goodness and faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;He has brought me, once again, back into fellowship with Him&lt;br /&gt;and has restored purpose and direction into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korey Ann Canfield&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-147390833073652216?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/147390833073652216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=147390833073652216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/147390833073652216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/147390833073652216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-my-desire.html' title='This is my desire...'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-1311181462576632747</id><published>2008-03-03T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:22:25.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is an "I love you:" moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is this thing that I do… sometimes I am better at it than other times… but I call it my “I love you” moments with God. Things like the snow sparkling or the clouds parting. Just a little thing here or there that is beautiful in its own way. Sometimes, it might be something someone says or an opportunity to encourage someone else. Whatever it may be, it works really well. When Kyle passed away last year I remember finding this folk singer, Denison Witmer, and listening to his music all day long from class to class on my little MP3 player. There is this one song that goes like this…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;How you found me out &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I still never understand &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(There was so much that I couldn’t understand but I realized in the next line that it didn’t really matter… because all I knew was that God was there with me through it all.) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts you can't take with you when you go&lt;br /&gt;You were waving flags that bear the colors of your love&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(I had come to a new realization… that God was quietly showing His love to me… sometimes yelling it to me… and I didn’t realize it until everything else in life seemed to stop.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange for the vineyards&lt;br /&gt;Blue is for the rivers&lt;br /&gt;Green goes like a hillside covered now&lt;br /&gt;White is not surrender despite what you've been told&lt;br /&gt;It's clouds of hope &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Hope was a concept that, as dramatic as it may sound, was lost on me for a long time… but seeing His beauty and faithfulness slowly restored the hope I had in Him… the hope I have in human beings is still shaky…)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fall on you now&lt;br /&gt;Save you now (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time we met&lt;br /&gt;You were outside floating in the forest&lt;br /&gt;I placed my stigmata on your hands&lt;br /&gt;Little flowers that you have sawn show people you have known&lt;br /&gt;That I am love &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;(Another realization that I had… it wasn’t the huge proclamations of love that really made me miss Kyle… it was his daily presence, his personality, his laugh, his consistency, and faithfulness in our relationship no matter what the title was. I realized that so much of what inspires people and moves there inner being toward Christ was the small ways we love them daily…)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fall on you now&lt;br /&gt;Save you now (x2)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Music is amazing when it comes to getting me through things… but nature, God’s work, is was really hits a chord somewhere deep inside. Something radical happened in my heart, an awareness that was not known before Kyle went home. Losing him made me really think, made me exhausted in every aspect of my life, and helped me reach the point of emptiness that can be amazing or terrifying. I remember wishing I could just get wasted… fill that void with anything pleasant… anything that would numb me. But, I also felt such a strong pull towards God. Towards a deeper healing and something in my wouldn’t allow me to go down that destructive road. So many of us wanted to, I know it’s true. I still can’t believe the changes I have seen in my friends. All good… But anyway, back to the daily reminders. I had been doing that before Kyle passed away… but obviously… my need for Christ, and my need for affirmation of His mere existence heightened my senses to Him. Ha… I am remembering one day last year, I was soooooooo angry because I had to go to class and my roommate had just started crying before I left. I started walking and, as I approached the Oak Tree, tears started streaming down my face. I didn’t know what I was even doing here. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew one of the HUGE leaves off of the tree and it smacked me so hard in the side of the head I almost fell down. In my already fragile emotional state I began laughing hysterically. I felt completely silly and suddenly I could feel God laughing with me. Little things like that got me through that semester and following summer. And still… when it rains on a warm summer day, it’s for me… and when the snow sparkles and no one is looking at that particular patch of snow but me… it’s for me… and when I am walking down the sidewalk and look to my left for no apparent reason and there is a dandelion… it’s for me… and we some random leaf falls from the sky and smacks me back into life… it’s God saying… lighten up… I love you… and we’ll both see you soon. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; BE HERE NOW.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;KC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-1311181462576632747?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1311181462576632747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=1311181462576632747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/1311181462576632747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/1311181462576632747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-i-love-you-moment.html' title='This is an &quot;I love you:&quot; moment'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-5249337266311820727</id><published>2008-02-29T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T09:58:48.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what it means to be a tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R8hFQTMUODI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7XV50B8z-Ys/s1600-h/SpringArbor2008+299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R8hFQTMUODI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7XV50B8z-Ys/s320/SpringArbor2008+299.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172460318367168562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How beautiful are the trees... in the summer as they are full and and green and lush, in the fall as they begin to lose their leaves and turn into the most incredible colors, in the winter as they bare the weight of the snow and cold, and in the spring as they come alive as the sun comes and warms them back into life. All this time, they stand strong. If you asked a tree, "Tree, why do you stand so strong and why do you continue to grow as you go through all of these seasons and storms that cause you to bend and carry heavy burdens?" it would answer, "Because I am a tree, and that is what God has called me to do." There is nothing more beautiful that God's creations doing exactly what He has called them to do. What does He call us to do? One thing He asks of us is to be HOLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="hw"&gt;ho·ly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;script&gt;play_w("H0239200")&lt;/script&gt;&lt;object style="margin: 3px 3px 5px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" height="13" width="10"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://img.tfd.com/play.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="soundpath=http://img.tfd.com/hm/mp3/H0239200"&gt;&lt;embed style="margin-bottom: 4px;" src="http://img.tfd.com/play.swf" flashvars="soundpath=http://img.tfd.com/hm/mp3/H0239200" menu="false" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="13" width="10"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="pron" onmouseover="return m_over('Click for pronunciation key')" onmouseout="m_out()" onclick="pron_key()"&gt;(h&lt;img src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/omacr.gif" align="absbottom" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/prime.gif" align="absbottom" /&gt;l&lt;img src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/emacr.gif" align="absbottom" /&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;adj.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ho·li·er&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ho·li·est&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Belonging to, derived from, or associated with a divine power; sacred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.  Regarded with or worthy of worship or veneration&lt;/b&gt;; revered: &lt;span class="illustration"&gt;a holy book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;/b&gt; Living according to a strict or highly moral religious or spiritual system; saintly: &lt;span class="illustration"&gt;a holy person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;/b&gt; Specified or set apart for a religious purpose: &lt;span class="illustration"&gt;a holy place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. &lt;/b&gt; Solemnly undertaken; sacrosanct: &lt;span class="illustration"&gt;a holy pledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ds-list"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Regarded as deserving special respect or reverence: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="illustration"&gt;The pursuit of peace is our holiest quest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://timglass.wordpress.com/2007/11/28/being-obedientbeing-holy-i-peter-113-25/" rel="bookmark" title="Being Obedient…Being Holy: I Peter 1:13-25"&gt;I &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://timglass.wordpress.com/2007/11/28/being-obedientbeing-holy-i-peter-113-25/" rel="bookmark" title="Being Obedient…Being Holy: I Peter 1:13-25"&gt;I Peter 1:13-25&lt;/a&gt;                   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Therefore, gird up the loins of your mind, live soberly, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;set your hopes completely on the grace to be brought to you at the revelation of Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Like obedient children, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;d&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;o not act in compliance with the desires of your former ignorance but, as he who called you is holy, be holy yourselves in every aspect of your conduct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;, for it is written, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“Be holy because I (am) holy.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now if you invoke as Father him who judges impartially according to each ones works, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;conduct yourselves with reverence&lt;/span&gt; during the time of your sojourning, realizing that you were ransomed from your futile conduct, handed on by your ancestors, not with perishable things like silver or gold but with the precious blood of Christ as of a spotless unblemished lamb. He was known before the foundation of the world but revealed in the final time for you, who through him believe in God who raised him from the dead and gave him glory, so that your faith and hope are in God. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Since you have purified yourselves by obedience to the truth for sincere mutual love, love one another intensely from a (pure) heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You have been born anew, not from perishable but from imperishable seed, through the living and abiding word of God, for: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flower of the field; the grass withers, and the flower wilts; but the word of the Lord remains forever.”&lt;/span&gt; This is the word that has been proclaimed to you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We short change ourselves, others, and our faith when we consider ourselves anything less and live anything different than holy lives. There are times that I stumble... that we all stumble... and allow our human nature to get the best of us because we believe that because we are human... because we are flawed... that it's just not our fault if our human nature causes us to do or allow things that aren't holy. God calls us to be holy. Not just to be holy and SET APART... but to be holy in the way it is defined... to BELONG to Him. To be OF Him and IN Him. It is a continuum. We aren't just being set apart from the things and the way of this world to live a lonely and exclusive life. We are to live this life TOGETHER and IN CHRIST. It is such an INCLUSIVE thing if enough people are willing to live this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He is so HOLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He is so WORTHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He is so PRECIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He is so GRACIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And He love us... and He is jealous for our attention and affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HOW HE LOVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;john mark mcmillan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;          Verse 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He is jealous for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When all of a sudden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am unaware of these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;afflictions eclipsed by glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And I realize just how beautiful You are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;how great Your affections are for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pre-Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And oh, how He loves us so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh how He loves us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; How He loves us so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chorus 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah, He loves us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh how He loves us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh how He loves us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh how He loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah, He loves us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh how He loves us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh how He loves us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh how He loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Verse 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We are His portion and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He is our prize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Drawn to redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; by the grace in His eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Heaven meets earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;like a sloppy wet kiss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;heart turns violently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; inside of my chest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I don’t have time to maintain these regrets, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; When I think about, the way…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; He loves us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh how He loves us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh how He loves us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh how He loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah, He loves us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh how He loves us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh how He loves us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Oh how He loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We aren't just sitting here on earth waiting to go home. We are to BRING HEAVEN HERE! We can experience His love, grace, mercy, power right HERE. He meets us where we are. HE WANTS to let you experience His love. And when you experience it... it IS heaven. Here... right here in the midst of this mess... he meets with me... and loves me... and lets me feel the weight of His wing and mercy. I don't have time to maintain regrets when I think about how he loves us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Incredible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Incredible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Indescribable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Unfathomable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Love. Let Him love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Expect more from yourself... He will bless you. YOU ARE NOT A SLAVE TO YOUR SIN ANY LONGER! He has set you free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;YOU ARE FREE INDEED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Please. Believe this and live like it is true... and let Him love you. You will learn more in a quiet moment, soaked in the grace and forgiveness and love of the living God, than in all the studying in the world. You will learn how to love and forgive and bless and encourage in ways that will blow your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He is so GOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Be Here Now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;KC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-5249337266311820727?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/5249337266311820727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=5249337266311820727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/5249337266311820727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/5249337266311820727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-what-it-means-to-be-tree.html' title='This is what it means to be a tree'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R8hFQTMUODI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7XV50B8z-Ys/s72-c/SpringArbor2008+299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-4236810308692842725</id><published>2008-02-27T19:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T20:03:19.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a confession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R8Yyc5k8CKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mwIUjK90zAM/s1600-h/SpringArbor2008+498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R8Yyc5k8CKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mwIUjK90zAM/s320/SpringArbor2008+498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171876694155069602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like waiting...&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a fool, waiting for reciprocation and affirmation&lt;br /&gt;I need attention, I need affection,&lt;br /&gt;I wish this were not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really wish I didn't need people, because to be completely honest... they can be very VERY disappointing, not excluding myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I confess... I need affection, attention, love, and reciprocation of love... and I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel cold, and alone, and foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This too will pass... it just takes time. I want so much to be genuine, kind, loving, and vulnerable. But, I fear that those things, those things that I give without thinking and need so deeply, will not be provided. I wish that all of those things could be fulfilled by Christ. But, I believe that man was not meant to be alone. Thank goodness for my friends. I wonder what this discontent is about... I just feel restless... maybe God is doing something... taking me into the desert again to speak to me. We shall see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-4236810308692842725?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4236810308692842725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=4236810308692842725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/4236810308692842725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/4236810308692842725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-confession.html' title='This is a confession'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R8Yyc5k8CKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/mwIUjK90zAM/s72-c/SpringArbor2008+498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-560638080334306440</id><published>2008-02-20T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:04:43.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is all His...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R70UW5k8CJI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ip9Uq0bX-0c/s1600-h/SpringArbor2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R70UW5k8CJI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ip9Uq0bX-0c/s320/SpringArbor2008+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169310330936625298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown Feather Sparrow&lt;br /&gt;Puppet Player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard words can not break&lt;br /&gt;Can not be&lt;br /&gt;Can not shatter&lt;br /&gt;I am wise enough to discern&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lost my sight, still I see&lt;br /&gt;Throw myself unto my knees&lt;br /&gt;I will fall, Oh God be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard words be my lamp&lt;br /&gt;Be my light&lt;br /&gt;Be my prophet&lt;br /&gt;Be God’s precious teaching to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of tears floating free&lt;br /&gt;In spite of screaming fear in me&lt;br /&gt;I will fall&lt;br /&gt;You better be right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thin air, there is no life&lt;br /&gt;(what you say is what I breathe)&lt;br /&gt;Father, father do you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Am I still your daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you say is what I breathe&lt;br /&gt;I can’t praise your name here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I recognize my shepherd’s voice&lt;br /&gt;Peace is in his footsteps&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;Still my son is in your hands&lt;br /&gt;You must give away now&lt;br /&gt;I cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord took hold of my heart today in a way I have not felt... maybe ever. Every part of me... every ounce of love I have... is His to give and take as He may please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl on our campus lost her brother recently. My heart and mind cannot grasp the depth of sorrow she must be experiencing in the most basic parts of her being. Parts of her soul that she didn't even know were there are aching. There is probably anger and doubt, relentless nausea and headaches, sorrow... deep deep sorrow... does things to your body, soul, spirit, will, heart, and general person that you didn't know you were even capable of handling. She probably feels as though she will break into a million pieces at any moment. Pray for her strength... for wisdom and understanding... not to know why everything happened... but to know what to do with herself in the wake of this tragic loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, be faithful. You are. You have proven. I implore You to be faithful in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-560638080334306440?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/560638080334306440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=560638080334306440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/560638080334306440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/560638080334306440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-all-his.html' title='This is all His...'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R70UW5k8CJI/AAAAAAAAADs/Ip9Uq0bX-0c/s72-c/SpringArbor2008+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-3202768139096082933</id><published>2008-02-19T22:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T22:09:38.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7vDbpk8CII/AAAAAAAAADk/e779kWBVhZA/s1600-h/Me+and+Rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7vDbpk8CII/AAAAAAAAADk/e779kWBVhZA/s320/Me+and+Rachel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168939877122443394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had the best birthday ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family I part time nanny with got me a birthday cake and a big birthday balloon and a big chocolate kiss. :) They sang me happy birthday and were so wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on my way back my roommate Rachel told me to meet her at McDonald's. We went and I was just beat from a long day. I told her it was just a lovely day and I thought I had a great birthday. Little did I know when I got back to the room there was a SURPRISE PARTY waiting for me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so darn special! Thanks everyone for making my birthday so amazing this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 year old Koreyanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-3202768139096082933?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3202768139096082933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=3202768139096082933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/3202768139096082933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/3202768139096082933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-end.html' title='This is the end...'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7vDbpk8CII/AAAAAAAAADk/e779kWBVhZA/s72-c/Me+and+Rachel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-28326355358555111</id><published>2008-02-18T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:19:35.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is hitting me somewhere deep in my chest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7pYi5k8CHI/AAAAAAAAADc/G4OhPfz9KHI/s1600-h/parents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7pYi5k8CHI/AAAAAAAAADc/G4OhPfz9KHI/s320/parents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168540878955612274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 years ago, today, my mom was anticipating her first child. She had worried that she wouldn't be able to have children because of complications in her teens, but there she was, little 5 foot 4 inch momma. I can imagine my dad just as excited as anyone could be and my mom trying to get him to chill out. She went into labor the next morning, but she figured it would be a while until she was ready to go to the hospital, so she went to class  (she and my dad were both in medical school at the time) and was taking notes when she saw my dad bouncing around, waving his arms like a crazy person outside the window. He had gone to class but he couldn't sit there any longer. He wanted to get to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 years ago I was born. Not out of some kind of accident or mishap. Not for nothing. I was created in my mothers womb by the God of all creation for a purpose. I think that's pretty exciting. My parents had 3 other kids after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all there attention for 4 years, but then came Mary Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7pS7Zk8CDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5E4ZVQvMtVs/s1600-h/l_004a0ca0913e5491fee9c8d6f7e79f6b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7pS7Zk8CDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5E4ZVQvMtVs/s320/l_004a0ca0913e5491fee9c8d6f7e79f6b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168534702792640562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is beautiful. Sometimes I just can't believe that I was blessed with such a lovely little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years after Mary came Timothy Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7pVIpk8CEI/AAAAAAAAADE/Af3bT0CgjEw/s1600-h/Tim+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7pVIpk8CEI/AAAAAAAAADE/Af3bT0CgjEw/s320/Tim+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168537129449162818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timmy is strong and loving. When I tell him about rough things I'm going through he always listens and hugs me, no matter how many of his friends are around. If I need a hug, he could care less what any of them think...  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, 3 years later, there was Emily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7pXSJk8CFI/AAAAAAAAADM/XwJjyTAnNqI/s1600-h/Emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7pXSJk8CFI/AAAAAAAAADM/XwJjyTAnNqI/s320/Emily.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168539491681175634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily is crazy... but she has one of the most giving and loving hearts of anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family more than I can say. I'm not gonna lie... we fight... but we love with just as much strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 years... crazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-28326355358555111?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/28326355358555111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=28326355358555111' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/28326355358555111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/28326355358555111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-hitting-me-somewhere-deep-in-my.html' title='This is hitting me somewhere deep in my chest...'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7pYi5k8CHI/AAAAAAAAADc/G4OhPfz9KHI/s72-c/parents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-7001601462261663967</id><published>2008-02-17T21:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:49:06.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is soaking me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7kcQpk8CCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XTB_u_lE0tM/s1600-h/SpringArbor2008+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7kcQpk8CCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XTB_u_lE0tM/s320/SpringArbor2008+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168193119748622370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days the rain falls harder than others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There a lots of things, mostly things I won't write on a blog :), that are on my mind and heart lately.  I just need to continually remember to seek the Lord for strength and wisdom and not try to do things on my own. I am SO weak. Every night that I babysit, when I put Ruth to bed, we sing "Jesus Loves Me". Old school, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so simple and beautiful. I had forgotten how precious that song was. Think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#8080ff;"&gt;Jesus Loves Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;esus loves me this I know&lt;br /&gt;For the Bible tells me so&lt;br /&gt;Little ones to Him belong&lt;br /&gt;They are weak but He is strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt;The Bible tells me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt;He who died&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's gate to open wide&lt;br /&gt;He will wash away my sin&lt;br /&gt;Let His little child come in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;Jesus loves me&lt;br /&gt;He will stay&lt;br /&gt;Close beside me all the way&lt;br /&gt;He's prepared a home for me&lt;br /&gt;And some day His face I'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I don't care where you are in your walk or how deep or wise you are. That right there is encouraging. I've realized lately that we spend too much time waiting for the happy ending and too little time enjoying the substance of the story. Life is so beautiful. Short. and Precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be Here Now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korey Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-7001601462261663967?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7001601462261663967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=7001601462261663967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/7001601462261663967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/7001601462261663967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-soaking-me.html' title='This is soaking me...'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7kcQpk8CCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XTB_u_lE0tM/s72-c/SpringArbor2008+116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-6731773080779925930</id><published>2008-02-16T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T10:23:33.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a plea...</title><content type='html'>Please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a fool for him,&lt;br /&gt;Love people despite your differences,&lt;br /&gt;Be patient with one another,&lt;br /&gt;Respect one another,&lt;br /&gt;Stop making cruel jokes for a fleeting laugh and a lasting pain,&lt;br /&gt;Stop justifying your behavior,&lt;br /&gt;Stop justifying his behavior,&lt;br /&gt;Stop justifying her behavior,&lt;br /&gt;Love truth,&lt;br /&gt;Hold onto memories,&lt;br /&gt;Look toward the future,&lt;br /&gt;Live for today,&lt;br /&gt;Be here now,&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect what you haven't worked for,&lt;br /&gt;Have faith,&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose hope,&lt;br /&gt;Think upon lovely, true, and holy things,&lt;br /&gt;Listen,&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate the beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Take the wisdom and leave the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Trust Him,&lt;br /&gt;Give up control,&lt;br /&gt;Love one another,&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the wisdom of others,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive,&lt;br /&gt;Find the beauty in the mess,&lt;br /&gt;Notice life,&lt;br /&gt;Notice the blue of the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Notice the snow sparkling,&lt;br /&gt;Notice the birds singing,&lt;br /&gt;Notice Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-6731773080779925930?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/6731773080779925930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=6731773080779925930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/6731773080779925930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/6731773080779925930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-plea.html' title='This is a plea...'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-4941627330850982136</id><published>2008-02-14T17:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T17:09:39.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Serotonin</title><content type='html'>Umm... this is actually a t-shirt. I want it soooooooooooooo bad! :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7TmBpk8CBI/AAAAAAAAACs/ePp8WjySTiI/s1600-h/2052_serotonin_small.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7TmBpk8CBI/AAAAAAAAACs/ePp8WjySTiI/s320/2052_serotonin_small.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167007588515842066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/KOREYA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-4941627330850982136?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/4941627330850982136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=4941627330850982136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/4941627330850982136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/4941627330850982136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-serotonin.html' title='This is Serotonin'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7TmBpk8CBI/AAAAAAAAACs/ePp8WjySTiI/s72-c/2052_serotonin_small.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-8431062368523316044</id><published>2008-02-13T22:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:14:58.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a Break(ing point)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7PqMZk8CAI/AAAAAAAAACk/eUyFVRzXbaA/s1600-h/51904331-2143120417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7PqMZk8CAI/AAAAAAAAACk/eUyFVRzXbaA/s320/51904331-2143120417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166730696269236226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Stop waiting for the storm to pass and learn to DANCE IN THE RAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be alive in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So a bit of exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another late night, yet another early morning tomorrow. I am gonna be honest, I don't know if I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking a break from my studies (don't I sound so intelligent) so that I can wake up a bit. This is a look into a typical day lately... are you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30 Start homework (reading, writing, whatever I needed to get done)&lt;br /&gt;8:30 Get ready quick&lt;br /&gt;8:45 Oh crap I need to print something off before class&lt;br /&gt;9:10 Late for class... but wait... so is my prof! ("Oh Happy Day" the "Sister Act II" version plays as my soundtrack at this moment)&lt;br /&gt;10:00 Off the Chapel&lt;br /&gt;10:10 Fight of cynical thoughts and try to focus on praising God through prayer.&lt;br /&gt;10:20 Dr. Bate's is saying good stuff, but I'm fighting to stay awake&lt;br /&gt;11:00 Run to library to make a graph and print off an advertisement before my 11:10 class.&lt;br /&gt;11:15 Walk in late... both classes today... really? Oh well, prof is very cool about it and barely notices.&lt;br /&gt;12:30 Run to lunch room to check mail. Nothin. Dang it.&lt;br /&gt;12:45 Library: Homework&lt;br /&gt;1:30 Meeting with Ron Kopicko (amazing)&lt;br /&gt;2:00 Library: Finish application for Gull Lake, Write testimony, Try to find decent picture to send in with application...&lt;br /&gt;2:30 Financial Aid Office: "No, you don't have any surplus on your loans, you break even"&lt;br /&gt;2:31 Call car fixer guys to tell them not to fixer my car... will pick it up tomorrow. Thanks anyway, but I am broke.&lt;br /&gt;3:00 Meeting with Advisor to go over schedule&lt;br /&gt;3:45 Run to Chris's car that I am borrowing and drive to work.&lt;br /&gt;4:00-8:00 Work&lt;br /&gt;8:15 Buy folders and amazing Cinnamon Toast Crunch&lt;br /&gt;8:30 Organize papers into two binders and begin looking at academic plan to make sure everything is in order.&lt;br /&gt;9:30 Meeting with group for Social Psych...&lt;br /&gt;10:30 Back to room: Edit a photo&lt;br /&gt;11:00 Homework&lt;br /&gt;2:00 Blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see... it's not that I'm slacking off so much as... there aren't enough hours in the day. Totally not my mistake that God didn't give us more daylight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo :) It was a good day in the context of all of those things. I had some great conversations and got lots done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just need to do more homework on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH... and Valentines Day is tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;How bout we don't get all cynical "Singles Awareness" or all exclusive.... eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;celebrate the love we have for one another as brothers and sisters in Christ&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a made up holiday anyway... why don't you choose to make it something good... negative, cynical, always wanting something to complain about, middle class, college students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K- much love on V-day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korey Ann Canfield&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-8431062368523316044?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/8431062368523316044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=8431062368523316044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/8431062368523316044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/8431062368523316044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-breaking-point.html' title='This is a Break(ing point)'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7PqMZk8CAI/AAAAAAAAACk/eUyFVRzXbaA/s72-c/51904331-2143120417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-3623821040927222931</id><published>2008-02-12T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:03:55.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a tough day ending well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7KIRJk8B_I/AAAAAAAAACc/uGzrFSKCh6g/s1600-h/SpringArbor2008+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7KIRJk8B_I/AAAAAAAAACc/uGzrFSKCh6g/s320/SpringArbor2008+219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166341550757382130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was icky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed at 1:30 last night and woke up at 4:30.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am going to bed at 2:00 and waking up at 6:00. (This is a one hour improvement... baby steps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I didn't eat very much.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will eat every meal and make it a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I let the little things get to me.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be more patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was blunt and honest with a friend about a decision.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will support them in whatever it is they decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent some quality time.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I hope to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a tough day.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow may be tough too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has taught me more about how to handle&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's trials and stumbling blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Mmmm *happy sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-3623821040927222931?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3623821040927222931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=3623821040927222931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/3623821040927222931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/3623821040927222931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-actually-really-clear-to-me.html' title='This is a tough day ending well'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R7KIRJk8B_I/AAAAAAAAACc/uGzrFSKCh6g/s72-c/SpringArbor2008+219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-363155452473562988</id><published>2008-02-02T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:11:11.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Joe</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 class="firstHeading"&gt;Can't Get It Right Today&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;!-- start content --&gt;    &lt;p&gt; by &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lyricwiki.org/Joe_Purdy" title="Joe Purdy"&gt;Joe Purdy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div id="lyric"&gt;I just can't seem to get it right today (today)&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to get it right today (today)&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to get it right today&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;oh, I guess I'm gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nearly been a year since he's been gone&lt;br /&gt;we still sing his goodbye songs&lt;br /&gt;and she knows she should move on&lt;br /&gt;but she just can't let him go&lt;br /&gt;no, she just can't let him go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I made you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I made you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;You should know I never meant to hide&lt;br /&gt;I just hate bringin you down&lt;br /&gt;oh, I just hate bringin you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to get it right today&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to get it right today&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to get it right today&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;oh, I guess I'm gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dropped my paintbrush in the dirt&lt;br /&gt;I'm still numb by just how much I hurt&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hand, wait for it to work&lt;br /&gt;but I just couldn't bring him back&lt;br /&gt;no, I just couldn't bring him back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to get it right today&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just can't seem to get it right today&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to get it right today&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;oh, I guess I'm gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;oh, I guess I'm gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;oh, I guess I'm gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;oh, I guess I'm gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;oh, I guess I'm gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord I said I guess I'm gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;Oh lord I said I guess I'm gonna give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this today... doesn't mean I should give up... but it does mean it's time to go to bed and enjoy the fact that the sun will rise on a new day tomorrow :)&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/6361308096336701304-363155452473562988?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/363155452473562988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=363155452473562988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/363155452473562988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/363155452473562988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-joe.html' title='This is Joe'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-1116392956506628444</id><published>2008-01-31T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:11:14.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Beautiful</title><content type='html'>And all I see&lt;br /&gt;It could never make me happy&lt;br /&gt;And all my sand castles&lt;br /&gt;Spend their time collapsing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that You hear me&lt;br /&gt;Let me know Your touch&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that You love me&lt;br /&gt;Let that be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ran into Dr. Patton in the auditorium. I was there checking out the rehearsal for the upcoming musical "The Paradise Hotel". It's going to be great... but anyway... I got to talking with Dr. Patton and he mentioned that he was glad that I came back to the school. I was thinking seriously about transferring last semester. In response to his statement I heard myself say, "Yeah, I thought a change in geography would be able to change was was going on inside. A lot has moved... and I haven't had to." I realized in that moment how much really has changed in my heart and mind without having to run from this place or these people. So much has been and is being restored in my life. The scars remain, reminding me that in Christ I am strong and have overcome, and the sorrow returns to remind me of love lost and time stolen, but also to remind me to love deeply and spend time wisely. Then we started talking about Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patton brought up this scripture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 I have seen something else under the sun:&lt;br /&gt;The race is not to the swift&lt;br /&gt;or the battle to the strong,&lt;br /&gt;nor does food come to the wise&lt;br /&gt;or wealth to the brilliant&lt;br /&gt;or favor to the learned;&lt;br /&gt;but time and chance happen to them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Moreover, no man knows when his hour will come:&lt;br /&gt;As fish are caught in a cruel net,&lt;br /&gt;or birds are taken in a snare,&lt;br /&gt;so men are trapped by evil times&lt;br /&gt;that fall unexpectedly upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically... life is not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life happens. To us all. Wicked men live long in their wickedness and righteous men die young. But, there is a day coming when all this world will be restored. Amen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle lived his life as a servent... he loved his neighbor as himself and love God with all his heart, soul, and mind. He led a rich and meaningful life and helped the Lord influenced and changed me in his life almost as deep as God has through his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women I babysit for is now a widow with two special needs children, a 10 year old, and a lot of things to pay for. Her husband committed suicide last year. I don't know much about the story... but her eyes tell me that her battle is not yet finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not know when our hour will come. To experience death... or to experience great sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain falls on the just and the unjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our one oversweeping promise is that the God of Heaven and Earth loves us and will hold us through it all. None of us did anything to deserve the loss of Kyle and Kyle most certainly didn't deserve to die. And, Laurie (mom that I 'sit' for) did nothing to deserve abandoment and sorrow. But Christ, our Saviour, holds her. Her quiet strength and deep faith speak to me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God held me through the entirtly of the sorrow of the loss of Kyle and still holds me today while restoring joy and meaning to my life. How beautiful is this promise? In a world that deals out fortune and sorrow equally among the wicked and righteous, we have the promise of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let that be enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-1116392956506628444?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1116392956506628444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=1116392956506628444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/1116392956506628444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/1116392956506628444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-beautiful.html' title='This is Beautiful'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-3813846486288728905</id><published>2008-01-29T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:59:07.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is My Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R5_0ogfwBtI/AAAAAAAAACI/dgCBZjZsZYE/s1600-h/Ruth+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R5_0ogfwBtI/AAAAAAAAACI/dgCBZjZsZYE/s320/Ruth+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161112674744927954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are the kids that I babysit for! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth is hilarious... she just has this crazy imagination and can talk a mile a minute. I can't understand her most of the time. She told me a whole story while she was taking a bath and all I could get out of it was that some guy went to jail because he couldn't find his toothpaste. It was probably a great story too.... dangit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R5_yiwfwBqI/AAAAAAAAABw/IiIkGs_6xOQ/s1600-h/Rudy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R5_yiwfwBqI/AAAAAAAAABw/IiIkGs_6xOQ/s320/Rudy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161110376937424546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudy is hyper... most of the time. My favorite time with Rudy is when I put him to bed at night. He just stares at me while I rub his arm and sing to him. It is the ONLY time he is still. He says "See you morrow?" and I say "Yes, Rudy, see you tomorrow". It is the best thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell is 10. He is so helpful. I don't spend a ton of time with him... but he just wants to help in whatever way he can. He is really REALLY smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rudy and Ruth are twins, 7 years old, and autistic. Rudy more than Ruth. It can be a challenge working with them sometimes... but it is matched or even surpassed by the amount of joy and laughter they bring. They have such beautiful little hearts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just falling in love with these kids. This job just came out of nowhere. I needed one... but I needed decent pay and I didn't want to do something I hate all semester. This has been such an amazing blessing on me. I told Laurie (their mom) how much of a blessing it has been the other day. She replied by saying that I was a blessing to them too and that is how God works sometimes. Her husband, Rudy, Ruth and Russell's father, committed suicide last year. She is one of the strongest, yet meek and humble, women I have ever known. I am learning so much from her as well as from her sweet kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester is going great so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korey Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-3813846486288728905?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3813846486288728905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=3813846486288728905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/3813846486288728905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/3813846486288728905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-my-job.html' title='This is My Job'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R5_0ogfwBtI/AAAAAAAAACI/dgCBZjZsZYE/s72-c/Ruth+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-3725139443079971492</id><published>2008-01-28T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:57:39.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ursispaltenstein.ch/blog/images/uploads_img/irene_mueller_amazing_water_drops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ursispaltenstein.ch/blog/images/uploads_img/irene_mueller_amazing_water_drops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ursispaltenstein.ch/blog/images/uploads_img/irene_mueller_amazing_water_drops.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prayers Answered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now have two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BABYSITTING FOR WONDERFUL KIDS (10 hours a week)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WORKING FOR 10$ AN HOUR MAKING PHONE CALLS (whenever I have time)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationships:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lots of Relationships being Restored &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EX-BOYFRIENDS (NOTICE THE PLURAL) ARE FINDING HAPPINESS WITH NEW GIRLS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RACHEL IS BACK AT SPRING ARBOR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOME OTHER RELATIONSHIPS THAT HAVE BEEN ON THE ROCKS ARE HEALING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Independent and Joyful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINDING JOY IN BEING SINGLE WHILE STILL HAVING HOPE FOR THE FUTURE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINDING MYSELF ABLE TO LET GO OF THE PAST&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Challenges&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HUGE COURSE LOAD &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;UPPER LEVEL CLASSES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BRING IT ON&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DEEP PASSION FOR MY FUTURE IN PSYCHOLOGY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heart:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LEARNING ABOUT MY IMPULSIVENESS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;REALIZING FAULTS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Victories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WORKING OUT DILIGENTLY EVERYDAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHANGING BAD HABITS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SUCCESSFULLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DISCERNING LIES FROM TRUTH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prayers Still in My Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ENERGY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DILIGENCE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TRUTH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PASSION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;STRENGTH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DETERMINATION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SPRING- IN ALL AREAS OF MY LIFE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONTINUED AFFIRMATION FROM GOD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CONTINUED DIRECTION&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOOD GRADES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ABILITY TO FIND BALANCE WITH JOBS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SITUATION WITH DR. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LIVESAY&lt;/span&gt; (LONG STORY)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All in all life is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprising&lt;/span&gt; me with so many small victories. I think a lot of it has to do with the way I am seeing things these days. I choose to see beauty in the mess... without being ignorant to the suffering and heavy laden. I want to be the sunshine for others that has been missing in my life for so long. God has once again proved Himself faithful and my heart rejoices in this new season. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Korey Anna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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/6361308096336701304-3725139443079971492?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/3725139443079971492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=3725139443079971492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/3725139443079971492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/3725139443079971492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-amazing.html' title='This is Amazing'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-7971718932453990967</id><published>2008-01-24T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:07:43.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I think</title><content type='html'>Stolen from by best friend's LiveJournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Korey+Anna"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=Korey+A&lt;wbr&gt;nna&lt;img id="snap_com_shot_link_icon" class="snap_preview_icon" style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt ! important; padding: 1px 0pt 0pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;,arial,helvetica,sans-serif; float: none; position: static; left: auto; top: auto; line-height: normal; background-image: url(http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.11/theme/silver/palette.gif); background-color: transparent; width: 14px; height: 12px; background-position: -944px 0pt; background-repeat: no-repeat; text-decoration: none; visibility: visible; vertical-align: top; display: inline;" src="http://i.ixnp.com/images/v3.11/t.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://kevan.org/johari?view=Korey+Anna"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?view=Korey+A&lt;wbr&gt;nna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-7971718932453990967?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/7971718932453990967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=7971718932453990967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/7971718932453990967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/7971718932453990967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-what-i-think.html' title='This is what I think'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-1682584707802601603</id><published>2008-01-23T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T07:00:42.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Charlie</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OBlgSz8sSM&lt;br /&gt;(copy and paste to web browser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love kids. I will post about my new babysitting job soon when I get some pictures of the them :). I really am crazy about them though! They just bring sunshine in to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-1682584707802601603?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/1682584707802601603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=1682584707802601603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/1682584707802601603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/1682584707802601603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-precious.html' title='This is Charlie'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6361308096336701304.post-2613774247805226724</id><published>2008-01-22T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T12:55:55.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Flower Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R5ZDkOoHUKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/_YYRNQebxMg/s1600-h/SpringArbor2008+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R5ZDkOoHUKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/_YYRNQebxMg/s320/SpringArbor2008+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158384712880181410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes in the winter time it gets really dreary... so I buy daisies from the store down the road. You can get a whole bunch for $6.00. :) Makes me happy. I love flowers. It's such a contrast against the colorless, cold, lifeless winter. It's beautiful outside, don't get me wrong, but I love the spring and I am really looking forward to it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In other news, I am in class right now. My class is America in the 1960's. It's a lot of fun and not difficult or time consuming at all. Plus, I bring my computer and get some things done while listening. It works really well. We are talking about the Vietnam war. It can be a really sad thing to talk about. The sixties weren't as lovely and exciting as people like to think. The Civil Rights movement and Anti-war Movements were serious and dangerous and passionate. Also, so many people were assassinated during this time. It was a crazy and scary time. A lot of great things happened and were brought to light and changed... but a lot of damage was done also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, life is wonderful these days. There is a Format song that has a great chorus that I like to listen to lately.... it says...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's left to lose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You've done enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and if you fail well then you fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but you gave it a shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And these last three years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I konw they've been hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but now it's time to get out of the desert and into the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even if it's alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:) That is how I feel. I feel strong and independent. Joyful and full of hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's all folks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6361308096336701304-2613774247805226724?l=herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/feeds/2613774247805226724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6361308096336701304&amp;postID=2613774247805226724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/2613774247805226724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6361308096336701304/posts/default/2613774247805226724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://herecomesthesundodadodoo.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-flower-power.html' title='This is Flower Power'/><author><name>Korey Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17681522761449187803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/SdQwq5LmXNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/8yrIaw6RzmI/S220/Fall+Semester+08+023.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L2LgOkq_PC4/R5ZDkOoHUKI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/_YYRNQebxMg/s72-c/SpringArbor2008+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
