<?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-2469017544882322662</id><updated>2011-12-17T08:16:11.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellie</title><subtitle type='html'>Diamond in the rough. Work in progress. Unwritten story. Incomplete melody. Unsung song.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-2641327638075966306</id><published>2011-12-17T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T08:16:11.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting blessings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the fullness of his grace we have all received one blessing after another.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-John 1:16&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Prayer is not a get-what-you-want toll-free hotline. God is not a genie in a lamp. He does not exist to fulfill our every whim. Our wish is not God's command. God is Almighty. Who are we to demand? Our blessings come by His grace. He gives and blesses, because He loves us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Count your many blessings, name them one by one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Thank You. I have not lacked. Thank You, for being faithful. Thank You, for sending me encouragement when I&amp;nbsp;needed&amp;nbsp;it most. Thank You, for grace. For Your love. For always watching out for me. Thank You, for always being there, even though it may not always feel that way. Thank You, for the knowledge that You are with me, even though I sometimes feel so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-2641327638075966306?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2641327638075966306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/counting-blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/2641327638075966306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/2641327638075966306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/counting-blessings.html' title='Counting blessings...'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-846646926277531169</id><published>2011-12-11T04:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:52:38.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can men and women just be friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other...Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever” -Dave Matthews&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I wondered how true this was when I first came across this quote some weeks ago. In retrospect, I think it is true. I don't have many male friends, but those whom I'm close with- I'll admit that at some point in those friendships, I'll wonder how it would be like to be in a relationship with that guy. And I suppose, at some point, I develop a crush, or feel attracted on that guy. But yet, I've never told him how I felt. I suppose I won't ever. I'm too afraid to take that risk that he may not feel the same, or that the relationship wouldn't work out, and thus, the friendship is spoilt. Teasing by other friends don't do anything to help&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Is it really true that men and women can't be just friends without any of those other feelings at some point in the relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Women expect more emotional rewards from friendship than men do, so they're easily disappointed when they don't receive them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-Sapadin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This, is true. Very, very true. Personally, if I really consider someone a friend, I will do a lot for them. I'm willing to sacrifice time, money, emotion etc- just to make a friend happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Friendships with men are lighter, more fun. Men aren't so sensitive about things."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Sapadin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;This, depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.” - Oscar Wilde&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-846646926277531169?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/846646926277531169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/can-men-and-women-just-be-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/846646926277531169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/846646926277531169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/12/can-men-and-women-just-be-friends.html' title='Can men and women just be friends?'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-6842717577106776165</id><published>2011-11-29T01:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T01:54:31.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;How does doubt slip in, so silently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And why does condemnation come so naturally?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Why do I still get the best of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Loving so little and living so selfishly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When all I want to do, is give this life to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-Ginny Owen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sums me up perfectly right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-6842717577106776165?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6842717577106776165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/trying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/6842717577106776165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/6842717577106776165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/11/trying.html' title='Trying.'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-6610884188332329742</id><published>2011-10-31T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T19:00:09.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gleaned bits and pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;The free-fall feeling of change will always land me in the arms of a loving God who has nurtured and cared for me since the beginning. His strong palms will support my back as I try to get my bearings. God's grace will always lift me up and remind me that I'll be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I may not know where I want to be right now, but God knows that I will be where I am now. I know that in the midst of all the confusion, He is up to some awesome plan for my life. As long as the direction of my heart is to love and serve God, I have the freedom to discover what brings me joy, love, laughter and happiness. God intended for life to be an enjoyable adventure. When I find what makes me feel good, and what resonates with my heart, I will find myself right in the center of God's will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Trust God from the bottom of your heart; don't try to figure out everything on your own. Listen for God's voice in everything you do, everywhere you go; He is the One who will keep you on track."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Proverbs 3:5-6 (MSG)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Father is working everything out. He will provide for me. Today, I have everything I need for life and godliness.&amp;nbsp; Today, nothing good has been withheld from me. Today, He is ordaining every detail of my day for my good. Today, I don't want to be anxious about anything because He will take care of me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;-Fabienne Harford&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;disclaimer: this post isn't my own writing, it's bits and pieces paraphrased from what I've read here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-6610884188332329742?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6610884188332329742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/gleaned-bits-and-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/6610884188332329742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/6610884188332329742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/gleaned-bits-and-pieces.html' title='Gleaned bits and pieces'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-2745759876176151684</id><published>2011-10-28T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T02:21:39.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On faith, and not worrying</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Why faith? Because, when you hit rock bottom, faith is all you have left. You just have to trust that He will not forsake one of His own, that because He loves you, He will take care of you, and He will provide for you. He will never give you more than you can bear, and He has a reason for everything. It is all part of His plan for fulfilling His purpose in your life. And His Grace will always be sufficient for you. Just trust in Him, and surrender to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;This isn't easy. Faith and surrender do not come easily to me. I'm a person who doesn't like the unknown. I fear the unknown. I don't like not knowing how I will be surviving financially, what the next day will bring, new situations, etc. I sometimes crave for a change in my life, but generally, I like having my daily routines.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;I'm also a stubborn girl. I don't like asking for help. Even when going out with my friends, it galls me to have to ask for a ride home because I don't drive. It makes me feel bad, like I'm imposing on them, especially if it is out of the way, or I know it will take them longer to get home because they have to send me. An ex-colleague once commented that I was too stubborn to ask for help. I had no reply to that, because I knew she was right. I never ask for help if I can help it. I've always prided myself on being self-reliant.&amp;nbsp; I'm afraid to rely on anyone - emotionally, mentally, physically, financially - because I'm too afraid that one day, it will be gone. That it won't last. That I will just end up being hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;This fear of trusting anyone has gotten to a point where I am sometimes afraid to trust in God. I am afraid that one day, He, too will leave me. I am thankful for that small, still voice in my heart, the one that reminds me, with deep conviction, that God is real. That He is ever faithful. That He will always look out for me and provide for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;-Philippians 4:4-7&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Therefore do not worry, about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.&lt;br /&gt;-Matthew 6:34&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;I'm learning to let go, and let God. I need to learn to trust. To surrender. To have faith.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-2745759876176151684?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2745759876176151684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-faith-and-not-worrying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/2745759876176151684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/2745759876176151684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-faith-and-not-worrying.html' title='On faith, and not worrying'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-255820155640463435</id><published>2011-10-26T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:25:50.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am dreaming. Dreaming of blue skies, warm sunshine, a gentle breeze, white sands, clear sparkling waters, a cool drink, good books, good music, and laughter and fun, all to be enjoyed with a few close friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess I really do have what the Buddhists refer to as "monkey-mind". My mind is constantly in motion, with thoughts swinging and jumping from one to another, sometimes completely at random. Thing is, happy thoughts will make me happy, while melancholy thoughts will pull me into a contemplative mood and lead to feeling down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I also have a short attention span. I need to multitask. If I'm not doing at least 3 things at a time, I don't function well. I get bored and cranky. For me to work well, my iPod/ iTunes must be on, I must have a book somewhere at hand, Facebook, blogs, chat, etc...and yeah, the work. Doesn't matter if I'm studying or working. It's impossible for me to 'just focus on work'. Doing 'one thing at a time' is a foreign concept for me - one that I've never been able to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Time to go back to my little world~ and I'll probably post more random thoughts that come into my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-255820155640463435?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/255820155640463435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-2975387192065194905</id><published>2011-10-24T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T23:13:24.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Teresa: "Do It Anyway"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forgive them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be kind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies.&amp;nbsp; Succeed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you are honest and sincere people may deceive you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be honest and sincere anyway.&lt;br /&gt;What you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Create anyway.&lt;br /&gt;If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be happy anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today, will often be forgotten.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Give the best you have, and it will never be enough.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Give your best anyway.&lt;br /&gt;In the final analysis, it is between you and God.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was never between you and them anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-2975387192065194905?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2975387192065194905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/mother-teresa-do-it-anyway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and wisdom to know the difference.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Living one day at a time;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enjoying one moment at a time;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Taking, as He did, this sinful world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as it is, not as I would have it;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trusting that He will make all things right&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;if I surrender to His Will;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That I may be reasonably happy in this life&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and supremely happy with Him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forever in the next.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-8482411896366071402?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8482411896366071402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/serenity-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/8482411896366071402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/8482411896366071402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/serenity-prayer.html' title='Serenity Prayer'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-5977602560748783205</id><published>2011-10-18T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:46:59.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"We have been forgiven so much that nothing we forgive compares to the amount we have been forgiven." &lt;br /&gt; - Nicky Gumbel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;I suppose, if God sees fit to forgive us, we need to forgive ourselves too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;After all, who are we to question the grace and mercy of God? He offers it freely. We should receive with gratitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-5977602560748783205?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5977602560748783205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/thought-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/5977602560748783205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/5977602560748783205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the Day'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-6278801481274820053</id><published>2011-10-17T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:48:03.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Happy</title><content type='html'>1) Salvation&lt;br /&gt;2) My brother&lt;br /&gt;3) My friends&lt;br /&gt;4) Good books&lt;br /&gt;5) Good memories&lt;br /&gt;6) Dreams&lt;br /&gt;7) Feeling warm sun on my skin, and a breeze blowing through my hair&lt;br /&gt;8) Cute animals&lt;br /&gt;9) Singing songs that I love&lt;br /&gt;10) Quotes&lt;br /&gt;11) Seeing the people I love being happy&lt;br /&gt;12) Moments of peace, quiet and solitude&lt;br /&gt;13) Good food&lt;br /&gt;14) Painting my nails&lt;br /&gt;15) Make-up&lt;br /&gt;16) Being appreciated&lt;br /&gt;17) Reading about new ideas&lt;br /&gt;18) Washing my hair with nice shampoo&lt;br /&gt;19) Random chats&lt;br /&gt;20) Sitting in a cafe with a cup of coffee and a book&lt;br /&gt;21) Getting a good night's rest&lt;br /&gt;22) Learning&lt;br /&gt;23) Hugs&lt;br /&gt;24) High heels&lt;br /&gt;25) Naps&lt;br /&gt;26) Massages&lt;br /&gt;27) Knowing that all my bills are paid on time&lt;br /&gt;28) Holidays&lt;br /&gt;29) Cooking&lt;br /&gt;30) Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;31) Finding a Bible Verse that inspires me&lt;br /&gt;32) His mercies are new every morning, He is eternally faithful&lt;br /&gt;33) Rereading books and getting new insight from them&lt;br /&gt;34) Knowing that I'm not the only person going through difficult times&lt;br /&gt;35) Knowing that He has a plan for my life and everything will work out just fine&lt;br /&gt;36) People who make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;37) Friends who listen&lt;br /&gt;38) Bookstores&lt;br /&gt;39) Libraries&lt;br /&gt;40) The smell of coffee brewing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-6278801481274820053?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6278801481274820053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-that-make-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/6278801481274820053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/6278801481274820053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Things That Make Me Happy'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-4999018904207770125</id><published>2011-10-17T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T06:27:42.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No regrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“Every experience in life, everything with which we have come in contact in life, is a chisel which has been cutting away at our life statue, molding, modifying, shaping it. We are part of all we have met. Everything we have seen, heard, felt, or thought has had its hand in molding us, shaping us."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-Orison Swett Marden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I used to live in a&amp;nbsp;world&amp;nbsp;of 'what if's. I questioned myself every day, about almost everything. And I would wonder, what would happen if I did things differently. So much so that, I would keep looking back on the past and wish I could turn back time, so I could do things differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;-What if I had completed my studies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;-What if I had chosen to work at another bookstore, instead of going into customer service?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;-What if I had just accepted another call center job in March?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;-What if I said something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;-What if I kept silent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;-What if I did/did not do something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;-What if I had expressed myself more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;-What if I had tolerated a bit more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Then I came across this verse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And don't be wishing you were someplace else or with someone else. Where you are right now is God's place for you. Live and obey and love and believe right there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 Corinthians 7:17 (MSG)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Where I am right now, is God's place for me. He has led me to where I am today, and the person I am now. All things happen for a reason. All I need to do is to trust in Him, that He will guide my path. When I look back on my life, I can see God's hand working. He has always been faithful, He has always provided, and He has never forsaken me. I will live in the now He has given to me, and try to always obey, show love, and continue to believe in Him, in His grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I want to live life with no regrets. I&amp;nbsp;occasionally&amp;nbsp;still wonder what could have been, what is coming, and what is to be. But I can honestly say that I have no regrets. All my life experiences- the pain, the despair, the sorrows, the hurts, the depression, the&amp;nbsp;desperation, the joy, the hope, the prayers, the happy times - they have shaped me into who I am today. I am constantly being shaped and molded.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I am constantly changing. And I pray that I will always change for the better, to be a better me by the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Life is too short to waste time on regret. What has happened, has passed. I need to learn to let go. To learn from mistakes, and try not to repeat them. To learn from my experiences so I will be a wiser person. To be kinder, and more compassionate. To be more understanding and empathetic. To be the woman that He intends me to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-4999018904207770125?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4999018904207770125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-regrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/4999018904207770125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/4999018904207770125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-regrets.html' title='No regrets.'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-7446835369018311662</id><published>2011-10-17T00:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T00:59:26.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/3102574/ellie?claim=2pw6kgyjrhc"&gt;Follow my blog with Bloglovin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-7446835369018311662?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7446835369018311662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/follow-my-blog-with-bloglovin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/7446835369018311662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/7446835369018311662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/follow-my-blog-with-bloglovin.html' title=''/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-850164611947225831</id><published>2011-10-13T03:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T00:35:41.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merciful God</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-p-U-4PJCAU4/Tpa8CIhZ2wI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zmXO4vdiwkQ/s640/blogger-image-2016279231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-p-U-4PJCAU4/Tpa8CIhZ2wI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zmXO4vdiwkQ/s320/blogger-image-2016279231.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Your mercies are new every morning. You are ever faithful. Thank You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-850164611947225831?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/850164611947225831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/merciful-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/850164611947225831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/850164611947225831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/merciful-god.html' title='Merciful God'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-p-U-4PJCAU4/Tpa8CIhZ2wI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zmXO4vdiwkQ/s72-c/blogger-image-2016279231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-1092949424873317942</id><published>2011-10-11T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T07:45:05.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not an accident.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are who you are for a reason.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're part of an intricate plan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're a precious and perfect unique design,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Called God's special woman or man.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You look like you look for a reason.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our God made no mistake.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He knit you together within the womb,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're just what he wanted to make.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The parents you had were the ones he chose,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And no matter how you may feel,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They were custom designed with God's plan in mind,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And they bear the Master's seal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, that trauma you faced was not easy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And God wept that it hurt you so;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But it was allowed to shape your heart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So that into his likeness you'd grow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are who you are for a reason,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You've been formed by the Master's rod.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are who you are, beloved,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because there is a God!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Russell Kelfer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-1092949424873317942?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1092949424873317942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-not-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/1092949424873317942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/1092949424873317942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-not-accident.html' title='I am not an accident.'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-4270927159157253328</id><published>2011-10-09T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T20:35:14.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagine life is a game in which you are juggling five balls. The balls are called work, family, health, friends, and integrity. And you're keeping all of them in the air. But one day you finally come to understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. The other four balls--family, health, friends, integrity--are made of glass. If you drop one of these, it will be irrevocably scuffed, nicked, perhaps even shattered. And once you truly understand the lesson of the five balls, you will have the beginnings of balance in your life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Suzanne's Diary to Nicholas. by James Patterson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I loved this illustration. Too often, we get so caught up in work, that we neglect the other four balls - whether intentionally or unintentionally - and we lose sight of what truly matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-4270927159157253328?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4270927159157253328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/priorities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/4270927159157253328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/4270927159157253328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-5560131101502296536</id><published>2011-10-07T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T02:49:32.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An emotional ramble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief, and unspeakable love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-Washington Irving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I've learnt, that it's all right to cry. There's nothing wrong with showing emotion. God gave us feelings and emotions. We are born emotional creatures. Jesus showed emotion. Jesus wept.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;From personal experience, too much suppressed emotion will lead to an 'explosion' one day. Growing up in a strict Chinese family, I was taught that it's a sign of weakness to show emotions,&amp;nbsp;more so&amp;nbsp;if the emotions involve tears. I was caned for crying. And crying due to the pain would just earn additional beatings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;During my teenage years, I&amp;nbsp;suppressed&amp;nbsp;a lot of my emotions. I always managed to keep a placid outlook, even when I was being torn apart and dying inside. No matter what insult was thrown at me, I remained emotionless. And on my nineteenth birthday, I exploded. At that moment, I understood exactly the meaning of the saying 'the straw that broke the camel's back'. That was exactly what happened. I blew up over an extremely small matter - till this day, I still wonder why I blew up over it. I'm not going to go into detail about it now -I'm not ready to blog about it yet. In a nutshell, suppressed emotions will eat you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;It takes courage to show emotion. It's a scary thing. When I show emotion, I feel vulnerable. It's easy then for others to know my weakness - what annoys me most, what buttons they can press, what are my sore topics etc. That would possibly increase my chances of getting hurt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;It's all, perhaps, a matter of self-control. I need to learn when it's ok to show emotion, and when to hold back. There is a time for everything. It would be a bad thing if my emotions were to negatively affect other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I'm still learning to control and manage my emotions. There are times when I feel that my emotions are getting the better of me, and I get this wild impulse to do something. Thankfully, there is this still small voice of reason in the back of my head that holds me back. There are still emotions which I don't dare to show. When topics come up that would touch upon those feelings and emotions - e.g. questions about my family - I start answering in a very matter-of-fact way. I'm aware that this approach makes me seem very cold, heartless, and emotionless. It makes me sound like I have no feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Truth is, it hurts more than they can imagine to go down that road. I give matter-of-fact answers in hope that people will pick up on my tone as a hint to not probe any further. When those questions are asked they bring me down memory lane. It's a painful experience for me. Speaking about the past is like reliving the past. Scars and wounds are reopened. This is why I talk about it as little as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;But sometimes, I just need to release some of it. The friends I talk to - you know who you are - I never cry in front of you, but do you know that when I get back to the safety of my room, I cry? I hurt. I hurt more than you can ever imagine. I really need to figure out a way to sort through all my emotional baggage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I guess it's time to end this post. It should probably be titled &lt;i&gt;The Random Ramblings of an Emotional Wreck&lt;/i&gt;...hmm, why not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-5560131101502296536?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5560131101502296536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/emotional-ramble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/5560131101502296536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/5560131101502296536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/emotional-ramble.html' title='An emotional ramble'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-1658026430140496560</id><published>2011-10-05T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T23:01:14.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay hungry. Stay foolish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UF8uR6Z6KLc?rel=0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The above quote is my favourite part in that awesomely inspiring speech. And it's what I've been feeling for the past 6 months. I don't want to just settle for something that I can live with. I need to be satisfied with my job. I need to be happy with what I do. I need to love what I do. I'm still searching, but I believe that I will find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What I've been through - all the pain, suffering, trials, happy times, memories, good and bad experiences etc. - They've shaped me into the person who I am today. I used to always wish that I was someone else. Or that I could go back in time and change things. I no longer wish so. A part of me still regrets some things. But the past has passed, and I'm slowly letting go. There's no point in regretting what has already happened. Through it all, I can see God having control of my life. God will connect all the dots in my life. His purpose for me will be fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I do not know what I want to do with my life. But I will figure it out. Life's too short to spend much time being miserable. There's so much that life can offer, and I want to experience all of it. I dream of seeing the world. Of experiencing different cultures and lifestyles. One day, I will. That is a promise to myself. I want to focus on what is truly important. God. Family. Friends. Memories. Experiences. Living to the fullest. Dreams. Happiness. Joy. I won't settle for anything less. I don't want to be held back by the past. Tomorrow is a new day. Today's worries are enough for today. And yesterday has already passed. I will not limit myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stay hungry. Stay foolish.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Stay hungry for what you can experience in life. Stay foolish enough to dare to live it without thinking too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Wanna do something crazy? Why not? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2469017544882322662-1658026430140496560?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1658026430140496560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/stay-hungry-stay-foolish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/1658026430140496560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/1658026430140496560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/stay-hungry-stay-foolish.html' title='Stay hungry. Stay foolish.'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/UF8uR6Z6KLc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-993495953709664033</id><published>2011-10-04T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:38:11.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Sometimes I read the same books over and over and over. What’s great about books is that the stuff inside doesn't change. People say you can’t judge a book by its cover but that’s not true because it says right on the cover what’s inside. And no matter how many times you read that book the words and pictures don’t change. You can open and close books a million times and they stay the same. They look the same. They say the same words. The charts and pictures are the same colors.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Books are not like people. Books are safe.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Kathryn Erskine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I love reading. I love books. Ever since I could remember, I've always been attached to a book. I read almost &amp;nbsp;all the time unless I'm in the shower or in bed. More often than not, I'm engrossed in reading my ebook on my iPhone (oh blessed ebooks, and the wonder of smartphones!). Occasionally I would head to Borders for a cuppa and spend the better part of the day reading and thinking. Otherwise I'd be reading a blog, quotes, or an article online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I enjoy reading some books over and over again. Some books are so beautifully written. And sometimes, I learn something new, or get a new thought from rereading a book. Books are for the dreamers. There is scope for imagination in books. I much prefer reading a book and imagining the scenes in my head compared to watching a movie adaptation, which I always find disappointing. I especially love those books when, after I flip the last page, leave me with a slight sense of loss, and I feel sorry that the read is over. These are the books that I will definitely reread over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A book is the only place in which you can examine a fragile thought without breaking it, or explore an explosive idea without fear it will go off in your face. &amp;nbsp;It is one of the few havens remaining where a man's mind can get both provocation and privacy. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Edward P. Morgan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For me, books open the door to another world. &amp;nbsp;Books open up a whole new world of thoughts and ideas, inspiration and motivation. You never know what you may learn, what new ideas you may encounter, or what spark of inspiration you may get reading a book. Books enable us to travel to places we would otherwise never have seen or encountered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disenfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourses of my book friends. They talk to me without embarrassment or awkwardness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Helen Keller&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&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/2469017544882322662-993495953709664033?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/993495953709664033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/books_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/993495953709664033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/993495953709664033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/books_04.html' title='Books'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-1122000172793391492</id><published>2011-10-03T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T00:30:06.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time does not heal all wounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I don't build a wall around myself to block those I love out, but to see who loves me enough to climb over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I like dreaming. My dreams are the one place where everything is ideal for me. But realistically, I'm still relationship phobic. I'm too afraid of getting hurt. Getting hurt is one thing that I take great pains to avoid. If there's a chance I may get hurt, I'm outta there. I know that to a lot of people out there, I sound very cold and unfeeling when I talk about my family. Especially when I summarize my home life in about 3 sentences. They just don't get that it is easier for me to state it in a matter-of-fact way. It hurts less that way. Further explanations just lead me to reliving my past.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;They say time heals all wounds. That's not true, you know. Time creates a scar over the wounds. But those scars can be opened to reveal the wound underneath. And it happens more easily than you'd expect. Sometimes, I find wounds that I never thought were there. I'm reminded of past hurts that I thought I'd forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For me, opening my heart to someone will also mean exposing the wounds, hurts, and scars of the past. The defects of the mind are like the wounds of the body. I try to take care to heal them and forget, but the scars will still be there, and there is always the danger of their reopening. And it hurts. Like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are some hurts that you never completely get over. And you think that time will diminish their presence, and it does, to a degree. But it still hurts. Because well, hurt hurts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- The Story of Us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-1122000172793391492?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1122000172793391492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-does-not-heal-all-wounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/1122000172793391492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/1122000172793391492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/time-does-not-heal-all-wounds.html' title='Time does not heal all wounds'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-6133767929830675270</id><published>2011-10-03T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:29:26.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a silly romantic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm not a silly romantic. I’m not looking for the heavens or the stars. I’m not asking for jewelry and branded items. I want a steady, God-fearing man; someone who makes me feel safe and secure. A man of his word, with a kind and loving heart. Someone who loves me and accepts me for who I am. Someone who will be a good and loving father to our kids. Someone who cares. I want to know that my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Back to December, Taylor Swift&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For some reason, that phrase keeps floating around in my head. Yeah, maybe I'm dreaming too much. Maybe I should come back to reality. So many people are telling me that no such guy exists, except probably in my imagination. Perhaps, they're right. I don't know. But a part of me believes that there are still good guys out there. Not all good guys are married, buried, gay, or just friends. I want love and security, but I'm afraid of the hurt it will bring if it doesn't work out. That's why my status is single, but not necessarily available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-6133767929830675270?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6133767929830675270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/not-silly-romantic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/6133767929830675270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/6133767929830675270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/not-silly-romantic.html' title='Not a silly romantic'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-4159801424600464833</id><published>2011-10-02T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:45:14.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not worry</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;“And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(Matthew 6:28-34, NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is what I remind myself of daily. God WILL provide. I will not be lacking. He has always been faithful, and will continue to be. I take comfort in the verses above. There are people who admonish me for not being more proactive, and those who were shocked to hear that I resigned from my current job, especially in my current financial situation, without another job offer in hand. Logically speaking, they are right. However, I just cannot work with a company which products and philosophy I do not agree with. My values and my faith are more important to me. Upon making the decision to resign, I felt at peace, and finally managed to rest for the first time in the 6 weeks I started working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I will not worry. He is Jehovah Jireh. My Lord, my&amp;nbsp;Saviour, my Provider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-4159801424600464833?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4159801424600464833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-not-worry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/4159801424600464833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/4159801424600464833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-not-worry.html' title='Do not worry'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-4551380210664396069</id><published>2011-09-30T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:20:32.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inadequate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Last night, I had this really bad feeling of inadequacy. That feeling where you look at someone who's your own age, or younger, and see that they are so much more successful, and you realize that you have nothing to show for yourself. No achievements at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 22 now. People say I'm still young. True enough, but I won't be getting any younger. I remember that when I was in primary school, I was a good student, and many people had high hopes for me academically. But where am I now? I dropped out of college, and I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. My primary school classmates -who did not do as well as I did academically back then, are studying subjects like biotechnology, medicine, actuarial science, law, accounting, etc. Subjects that make my head spin. Have I lost my intellect over the years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a failure, seeing graduation pics on Facebook, hearing that others have good jobs that the seem to be happy in, having good relationships, happy families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always hated being compared to others when I was younger. I always believed, and still do, that each person is unique. If we keep comparing ourselves to others, we will never measure up. There will always be someone who is better, more successful, richer, prettier, more talented, etc. I grew up not measuring up. I always fell short. I was never smart enough, pretty enough, thin enough, tall enough, confident enough, compliant enough or ambitious enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I want to be accepted and loved for who I am. I want to be accepted and loved in spite of who I am. I just want to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know what I want, so don't ask me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause I'm still trying to figure it out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't know what's down this road, I'm just walking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trying to see through the rain coming down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even though I'm not the only one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who feels the way I do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm alone, on my own, and that's all I know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-A Place in This World, Taylor Swift&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-4551380210664396069?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4551380210664396069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/inadequate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/4551380210664396069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/4551380210664396069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/inadequate.html' title='Inadequate'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-7388419427225590746</id><published>2011-09-29T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:09:23.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I've never felt close to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yeah, that's right. I've never felt like God was right next to me, or&amp;nbsp;speaking&amp;nbsp;to me. Some people may find this surprising. I grew up attending Sunday School and Children's Church. After a couple of year's hiatus during which my parents separated, we (mum, brother and I) started going back to church. I attended cell group, some youth services, some adult services, some prayer meetings, church camps, etc. Everyone around me seemed to have this very real connection with God. They would give testimonies saying what God had done in their lives. God has worked in my life. I can see that. But when others say that they have this really strong conviction that God spoke to them, or that they feel the presence of God - I wonder - is that true? Is it possible? Is it possible to have that very real connection with God? To speak to Him like a friend? I have never felt that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I believe in God. I know that Christ gave up His life for me on the cross. I believe that, deep down in my heart. This belief, this faith, is something that I will never deny. I will always cling to this faith and the promises in Christ. But why can't I seem to feel closer to God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The only time I seem to feel closer to God is through music. By listening to praise and worship songs. When I close my eyes, when I sing, those are the times when I feel that maybe, I could drift away and be close to God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I always feel weird when I pray. I'm not sure if God hears me. I'm not sure if He will answer me. It feels like there is this wall, this barrier, shutting me away from God, blocking me from Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;How do I break out of this feeling? How can I feel close to God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-7388419427225590746?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7388419427225590746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/7388419427225590746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/7388419427225590746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/confession.html' title='Confession..'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-759141378636198796</id><published>2011-09-28T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:46:18.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Love never gives up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Love cares more for others than for self.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Love doesn't want what it doesn't have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Love doesn't strut,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Doesn't have a swelled head,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Doesn't force itself on others,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Isn't always "me first,"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Doesn't fly off the handle,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Doesn't keep score of the sins of others,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Doesn't revel when others grovel,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Puts up with anything,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Trusts God always,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Always looks for the best,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Never looks back,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;But keeps going to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(1 Corinthians 13:4-7, The Message)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;This has always been one of my&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;verses, and I remember learning the Chinese version of it through a song. I've known this verse since childhood, but how often do I put it into practice? The hopeless romantic side of me keeps thinking that love is a feeling. That love is that sweet rush of butterflies in your stomach when that special someone looks at you, hugs you, kisses you, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Paulo Coelho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Not quite. Love is more than just emotion. Love is a verb. Love is an action. Love is sacrifice. Love is serving others, possibly at a cost to the self. We need to show love. We need to care, and show concern. God gave us feelings and emotions, but feelings and emotions are not meant to stand alone. Feelings and emotions come and go. We may feel sad or angry for a time, but it does not last forever. Likewise, we may not feel love all the time. Love is a choice. It is something that we may not always feel, but it is something that we should be consciously choosing all the time. When we love, we become better people. We feel better too. And when we strive to become better, everything becomes better. The world becomes a better place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." (John 15:13, NIV).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Christ is the ultimate example of love. He came down to earth and paid the ultimate price for all our sins. He died a sinners death on the cross for us, rising again 3 days later. God is love. God sacrificed His only beloved Son for us. In the Bible, God always showed His love through actions - healing, blessings, miracles, forgiveness etc. God shows us His love. God has given us the capacity to love. &lt;i&gt;"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these.” (Mark 12:30-31, NIV).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Love is the greatest commandment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love someone when they least deserve it, for that is when they need it the most.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-759141378636198796?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/759141378636198796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/759141378636198796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/759141378636198796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-love.html' title='On Love'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-6557233847912572789</id><published>2011-09-28T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:17:03.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are strong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-Christopher Robin to Pooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We all need our emo moments, and time to be sad. After that, life goes on. We'll pull ourselves back up and make ourselves strong again, even if we're still hurting, or dying inside. We always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-6557233847912572789?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6557233847912572789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-are-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/6557233847912572789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/6557233847912572789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-are-strong.html' title='We are strong.'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-2581423908305828336</id><published>2011-09-28T00:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T23:25:09.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Christ Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In Christ alone, I place my trust;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And find my glory in the power of the Cross;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In every victory, let it be said of me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My source of strength, my source of hope;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Is Christ alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-2581423908305828336?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2581423908305828336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-christ-alone-i-place-my-trust-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/2581423908305828336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/2581423908305828336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-christ-alone-i-place-my-trust-and.html' title='In Christ Alone'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-8940166071725765694</id><published>2011-09-27T07:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T23:25:20.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;1 The Lord is my light and my salvation—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; so why should I be afraid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The Lord is my fortress, protecting me from danger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; so why should I tremble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2 When evil people come to devour me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; when my enemies and foes attack me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; they will stumble and fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;3 Though a mighty army surrounds me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; my heart will not be afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Even if I am attacked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I will remain confident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;4 The one thing I ask of the Lord—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the thing I seek most—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;is to live in the house of the Lord all the days of my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; delighting in the Lord’s perfections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; and meditating in his Temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;5 For he will conceal me there when troubles come;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; he will hide me in his sanctuary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; He will place me out of reach on a high rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;6 Then I will hold my head high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; above my enemies who surround me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;At his sanctuary I will offer sacrifices with shouts of joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; singing and praising the Lord with music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;7 Hear me as I pray, O Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Be merciful and answer me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;8 My heart has heard you say, “Come and talk with me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And my heart responds, “Lord, I am coming.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;9 Do not turn your back on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Do not reject your servant in anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; You have always been my helper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Don’t leave me now; don’t abandon me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; O God of my salvation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;10 Even if my father and mother abandon me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; the Lord will hold me close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;11 Teach me how to live, O Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Lead me along the right path,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; for my enemies are waiting for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;12 Do not let me fall into their hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; For they accuse me of things I’ve never done;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; with every breath they threaten me with violence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;13 Yet I am confident I will see the Lord’s goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; while I am here in the land of the living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;14 Wait patiently for the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Be brave and courageous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Yes, wait patiently for the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-8940166071725765694?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8940166071725765694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/psalm-27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/8940166071725765694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/8940166071725765694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/psalm-27.html' title='Psalm 27'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-1341340764494420543</id><published>2011-09-26T20:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T23:25:30.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Say what you feel, and do what you want, so long as its not illegal or immoral. Those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind. Always be kind. Be yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-1341340764494420543?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1341340764494420543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/say-what-you-feel-and-do-what-you-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/1341340764494420543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/1341340764494420543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/say-what-you-feel-and-do-what-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-4776943389278145208</id><published>2011-09-24T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T23:25:57.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a silly romantic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm not a silly romantic. I'm not looking for the heavens or the stars. I'm not asking for jewelry and branded items. I want a steady, God-fearing man; someone who makes me feel safe and secure. A man of his word, with a kind and loving heart. Someone who loves me and accepts me for who I am. Someone who will be a good and loving father to our kids. Someone who cares. I want to know that my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-4776943389278145208?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4776943389278145208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-not-silly-romantic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/4776943389278145208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/4776943389278145208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-not-silly-romantic.html' title='I&apos;m not a silly romantic.'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-1618999680599939519</id><published>2011-09-23T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T23:26:07.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why. I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;- Robert Kennedy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Whenever my friends share how they wish they were doing something else with their lives, instead of being stuck in whatever job, career or study they're in, I always ask, "Why not? What's stopping you?" The answers would always be the same - Money (how will the bills get paid? After I save enough. I can't afford to pursue my dreams.), Family (You should think of a stable career that pays well and get all this nonsense out of your head), Life is busy (I have no time. Maybe I'll try, later.) Fear/ Insecurity (I'm not sure I can do this. I'm not talented enough. There are people out there who are way more talented.) There are many naysayers out there who will tell us that it's not possible. That it's unrealistic. That it's not 'safe'. That it's impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Perhaps, the reason we do not take the leap is because we are scared. We are afraid of the unknown. We do not know what is in store, or if we will succeed. We are afraid that we will fail, and we will have to listen to the "I told you so-s", or "You should have listened to me. You'll never make it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We all want to be safe. We want to be comfortable. We like to be content in knowing when and where our next paycheck will be in the bank, and that we have enough to live on and pay the bills. Why do we let money dictate our lives? Why do we sacrifice our dreams and passions for it? Who says that we can't make a living doing what we love? Probably the reason we don't pursue what we want is because we keep telling ourselves that we can't. We keep making excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm realizing that I keep asking my friends that. "Why not? Why can't you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I've never been good at taking my own advice. But for the past week, I've been asking myself,&amp;nbsp;"Why not, Ellie? Why can't you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There's nothing for me to lose, and everything to gain. Even if I fail, at least I can be proud of myself that I've tried my best. There will never be a perfect time to do it. Perhaps, I may be wrong. But in trying, I will not have any regrets. Nor will I one day look back on my youth and wonder- &lt;i&gt;What if I did that when I was younger?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm going to take the plunge. One day at a time. Countdown, 1 week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br style="line-height: 16px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It doesn’t matter what you’ve heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Impossible is not a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It’s just a reason for someone not to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Everybody’s scared to death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When they decide to take that step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Out on the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It’ll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Life is so much more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Than what your eyes are seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You will find your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;If you keep believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-What Faith Can Do, Kutless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-1618999680599939519?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1618999680599939519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/1618999680599939519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/1618999680599939519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/why-not.html' title='Why not?'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-8441711786668146286</id><published>2011-09-23T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:14:03.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I rebel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is a conversation I had today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D: XXX has been working at our company for X years in HR. She's very hardworking. She'll stay back every evening till 8 or 9pm before going home. She says that since there is nothing else for her to do anyway she might as well work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Me: That's very sad. Her life is just 'get up, work, go home, sleep' and repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D: That's normal. That's life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Me: No. That's not life. That's survival. I want more from life than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;D: Well then you better get a rich boyfriend or husband so you don't have to work and you can carry an LV bag everyday and drive a big car around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Me: That's not life either. I don't want to be dependent on others for a living. I'm not looking for branded stuff. I want to LIVE life. I want to experience what the world has to offer. I want to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I am stubborn. I rebel against societal norms. I choose to rebel against the common misconception that if I do not hold a degree, I am not worthy of good employment or good pay. I rebel against the fact the life is about getting a degree, a job, climbing the corporate ladder, getting married, having kids, and then retiring. I rebel against that cookie-cutter lifestyle. Scratch that. It's not a lifestyle. It's just survival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I want to LIVE. To travel. To see the world. To write what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Most of all, I want to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-8441711786668146286?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8441711786668146286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-rebel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/8441711786668146286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/8441711786668146286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-rebel.html' title='I rebel.'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-3719941916678291824</id><published>2011-09-23T02:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T02:20:14.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kTWav9c47zo/TnxPPCOZzAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OQvWPJBEXz4/s1600/tumblr_leuw5l6F8t1qzx5i0o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kTWav9c47zo/TnxPPCOZzAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OQvWPJBEXz4/s320/tumblr_leuw5l6F8t1qzx5i0o1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-3719941916678291824?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3719941916678291824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/3719941916678291824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/3719941916678291824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='Someday'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kTWav9c47zo/TnxPPCOZzAI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OQvWPJBEXz4/s72-c/tumblr_leuw5l6F8t1qzx5i0o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-7617577934507697593</id><published>2011-09-23T01:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T23:26:44.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ScXTfbh4TJ0/Tnw86xfAf7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/X_mbB2yTh3g/s1600/tumblr_lbhaamRoWf1qzqoezo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ScXTfbh4TJ0/Tnw86xfAf7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/X_mbB2yTh3g/s1600/tumblr_lbhaamRoWf1qzqoezo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;How very true. How very, very true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The simplest of matters, the smallest of thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;They can be the most consuming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-7617577934507697593?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7617577934507697593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-very-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/7617577934507697593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/7617577934507697593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-very-true.html' title=''/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ScXTfbh4TJ0/Tnw86xfAf7I/AAAAAAAAAD8/X_mbB2yTh3g/s72-c/tumblr_lbhaamRoWf1qzqoezo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-8639823126731925270</id><published>2011-09-21T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:15:27.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art, because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren’t going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you’re feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can’t. We love everything tied up neatly, easy, simple, and when we can’t do that, it scares the hell out of us. To not know the next step, or where you’re headed, kills. Being unsure isn’t in our plans. But its those moments, the ones where you risk it and step unknowingly into the future that assures us life is larger than we’ll ever know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Quotes are my new addiction. They're inspiring, and I have so much fun working on them. In those moments, I feel like I'm in a different world of ideals.When I sift through quotes for my&amp;nbsp;quote-book, I feel like there are other people out there who understand the way I feel and what I'm going through, and that I'm not alone. Quotes make me feel understood. Quotes -or perhaps I should say words- make me feel like there is more hope out there. That it's ok to dream. That it's ok to be a bit impractical. There is a part inside of me that comes alive when I read quotes. I get this warm, glowy feeling that makes me happier. Now, if only I can somehow capture the beautiful pictures I see online in my little notebook...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-8639823126731925270?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8639823126731925270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/quotebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/8639823126731925270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/8639823126731925270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/quotebook.html' title='Quotebook'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-3018854554628658763</id><published>2011-09-21T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:15:54.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unrealistic expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;- Thomas Merton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: normal;"&gt;Sometimes we attribute what we want into the characters of the people around us, only to feel disappointed that they do not live up to our expectations of them, or when they do not fit in to the role we may have unwittingly created for them. I will learn to accept people for who they are, flaws and all. After all, that is what shapes us. Our imperfections are what make us beautiful and unique. And through them, God is glorified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-3018854554628658763?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3018854554628658763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/unrealistic-expectations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/3018854554628658763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/3018854554628658763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/unrealistic-expectations.html' title='Unrealistic expectations'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-3510258550347581816</id><published>2011-09-21T00:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:17:43.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is my heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Where will my path in life take me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What path will I carve out for myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Do we carve out our own paths? Do we create our own destinies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Our futures and lives are in the hands of the Creator. But He gives us free will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I believe that we have control of our own livves and destinies to a certain extent. We can attempt to carve our path in life by following our hearts. I believe that following our hearts, our passions, and our interests will lead to a happier and more fulfilling life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I read somewhere, that following our hearts may not always lead to the best results, but at least, when we do that, we won't have any regrets. Passion is essential for a happy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We spend about 40% or more of each day at work. A very significant portion of our awake hours. If we're unhappy and dissatisfied with what we do in that time, it will have a negative effect on the rest of our time, our emotions, and our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm trying to find what my heart is in. What my passion is. I have a passion for books. music. dreaming. travelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Now, what can I do with all that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-3510258550347581816?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3510258550347581816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-is-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/3510258550347581816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/3510258550347581816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-is-my-heart.html' title='Where is my heart?'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-6545418352367841383</id><published>2011-09-20T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:19:23.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a searcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, not prevent outr search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;—&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;James Kavanaugh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I’ve always acknowledged myself as a searcher. I always thought I would know what I was searching for when I found it. But I just don’t know where to start. I don’t know what I’m looking for, or if what I’m looking for even exists. All I know is, I’m looking for something, somewhere, maybe someone…someone who can understand this feeling and not judge me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Perhaps, what I'm looking for is love. Acceptance. Affirmation. Security in the knowledge that I am loved for who I am, and that there are people out there who care what happens to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-6545418352367841383?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6545418352367841383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-searcher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/6545418352367841383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/6545418352367841383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-searcher.html' title='I&apos;m a searcher'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469017544882322662.post-7146499079449347249</id><published>2011-09-20T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T23:27:37.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Hi, my name is Ellie. I'm promising myself that I will try to live happier, be more optimistic, and not to worry too much. I'm going to start documenting my journey here, as much as I can. I love quotes, so this blog may be quote-heavy. I also think way too much for my own good, so there may be rambly posts about anything and everything within a short space of time. Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2469017544882322662-7146499079449347249?l=dreamsofelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7146499079449347249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/here-we-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/7146499079449347249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2469017544882322662/posts/default/7146499079449347249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsofelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go'/><author><name>ellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07245235050403610786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-stpRxoosUNY/TnlOYWzB1lI/AAAAAAAAADg/OTIcB003VZc/s220/ellie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
