tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29369906626210701852024-03-14T07:13:46.199-07:00So in LoveWhitney Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17562775102332783373noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936990662621070185.post-20867229001308105742014-01-19T17:34:00.001-08:002014-01-19T17:34:58.528-08:00Popping the questions to my Bridesmaids! We are 279 days away from our wedding day!!! I cannot believe how quickly it is going!<br />
We are almost to the 9 month mark! I feel like I have gotten so much done, but at the same time I feel like I have SO much to do!<br />
I am learning so much about weddings, food tastings, dresses, contracts, centerpieces and on and on!!<br />
I feel like sometimes I'm not sure whats going on... but People keep telling me that I could do this for a living!<br />
Such a huge complement! I am really enjoying getting to make so many things and use all the ideas I have come up with or taken from pintrest! It really is a lot of fun!<br />
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I wanted to share with you how I asked my Bridesmaids to be in our wedding!<br />
Let me start by saying, I have the world's most AMAZING bridal party! I'm not just saying that... I literally have the most amazing ladies standing by me!!<br />
I do have a very large bridal party, but I cannot imagine not having one of them with me!<br />
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Almost as soon as I was engaged, I was ready to ask my ladies to stand by my side! I knew that I wanted to do something special and ask them in a unique way!<br />
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The purple tag on the top said, " Now it's my turn to pop the question..." </div>
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I had to make a lot of these because I have 16 Bridesmaids, and two flower girls! </div>
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As you open the box there is a string attached to the top and as you pull you reveal the question... </div>
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After you pull the sting all the way out of the box this is what you see.</div>
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Attached to the end of the string was a ring that I had made by Amy Cornwell. I have several of her pieces and I knew that I wanted to have her make something for this special time! Each one of the rings say 'Loved' on them. I wanted to remind them that they are so loved by me and so many other people! </div>
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Here is Jessica opening her box from start to finish! </div>
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(Thankfully her hubby was there to take all the photos & I was on speaker phone as she opened) </div>
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It was so exciting to get text messages from all my ladies holding the ribbon and wearing their rings! Everyone say YES!! =]<br />
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I am so blessed!!!<br />
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It's officially been 4 months and 1 day since my sweetheart proposed to me!!! </div>
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I can't believe it's gone by so fast! </div>
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And now... we are at the 13 month mark! </div>
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Officially we have 12 months, 4 weeks, 1 day, 2 hours & 44 minutes (as of right now) </div>
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but who's counting right!! hehe =] </div>
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Actually, I can't believe that is all the time we have left, but I also cannot believe that I have gotten so much done. </div>
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As of this weekend, I have my ceremony & reception places booked & paid for. I have hired someone to do the food for the rehearsal dinner. I have found my caterer for the reception( food testing was last week- oh my word.. AMAZING) & found someone to make our wedding cake! We tasted that last week too! I am having a hard time only picking two flavors! I may end up with more =] </div>
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Last Thursday, Mom & I went to the airport to pick up our best friends from Florida! I was so excited, I had butterflies. It was the first time I got to see my best friends since I have been engaged! And just like when she got engaged, she was the first person I wanted to tell all about everything! They both went with us to the food & cake tasting! So fun! </div>
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We stopped on the way back home to take some fun photos! Jeni had never been in Indiana so all the color change was new for her</div>
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On Friday, My fiance and several of our friends came up for the weekend. Our engagement party was this last weekend & it was a blast! We had so much fun having so many people up to visit and just spend time with everyone! </div>
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Friday morning all the ladies went dress shopping... for a WEDDING DRESS!!! </div>
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It was me, my mom, my sister(maid of honor), Jeni (Matron of Honor), Telisha ( Bridesmaid), Tonya (second mother), Ashley (amazing friend & our photographer), Emily (friend) & Amie(friend) </div>
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It was SUCH a fun girls day! And these ladies were so helpful and made me feel so beautiful! </div>
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When we got ready to leave from picking out dresses, the Dress Shop owner talked to my mom & I and almost started to cry telling us how much we blessed her. She was so impressed with my friends and loved ones. How they were so excited for me & how much they poured their love on me. </div>
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<i>I am gunna get serious here for a second... Later I talked to my mom about what she said. And I can honestly say, I have the most amazing friends. I know that there are a lot of people who say that. But not only the women in that photo above, but all the ladies that I call my friends are amazing! </i></div>
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<i>I started crying because God really blessed me with amazing people & no matter the distance and time these ladies and I pick up right where we left off! They are all such a blessing to my heart and make me a better person! </i></div>
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I said, "Yes to the Dress!!!" </div>
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I cannot believe it was so easy & so fun! You watch all these TV shows about people looking for their wedding dress. I was almost dreading it! I really think it makes a difference if you take people that you want to be there and that are there only to help and not be negative! I found a dress that is ABSOLUTELY perfect for me. It matches exactly what I was going for and makes me feel like a princess! </div>
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We also made a choice on bridesmaid dresses! YAY! </div>
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Found something so awesome, for a great price & they are not like anything I have ever seen before! </div>
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I know all my ladies are going to look awesome! </div>
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Saturday I had an entire team (army) up and helping for engagement photos! </div>
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Let me start by telling you, we have the MOST AMAZING photographer! She is not only a very sweet friend but she is also a phenomenal photographer! She and my sister have spent lots of time together and I have gotten the chance to see a lot of her work. Jon and I are very excited about all the photos she got this weekend and we can't wait for wedding photos! </div>
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We had several outfits changes and several location changes! She shot WAY more photos than we could have ever asked for & was so fun to work with. </div>
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We cannot wait to see all the magic she put into these photos! </div>
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The gift from my best friend! They are ring dishes that she got for Jon & I, that will go next to our beds!</div>
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This was an amazing weekend & we are so thankful for all the time, money and energy that everyone invested into us! </div>
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Here is the video of the proposal!!!!<br />
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Thanks again Telisha for this awesome memory!<br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-small;"><b>And how he did it =] </b></span><br />
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A lot of work. That is what it took. Was it worth every phone
call, every spent minute, every dollar, every sleepless night worrying if
everything was going to work out? Yes. I would do it a thousand times over. </div>
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I had decided at
the beginning of May that I wanted to propose. I knew Whitney was planning on
making a trip to Nashville to see me on the 23rd, so I set some plans into
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Working in
jewelry, you get to give ideas to guys every day on how to propose. I was used
to it..... until my time came around. I had to figure out a way of proposing
that was unlike any other suggestion I had ever given. There were so many
things I wanted. For those of you who know us, Whitney and I have been dating
for six years, so this had to be epic! College friends. Family. A pretty view.
A huge banner. Balloons. Flowers. Those are just some of those things that I
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The way I asked
Whitney out on our first date was with a scavenger hunt in Chattanooga, Tn. I
thought that since that had begun our relationship that it would be the perfect
way to take it to the next level, but I had to “kick it up a notch” (or 2-3). I
called everyone who had been there since the beginning for us. All of our
college friends and family had to put up with my nagging for about 20 days.
Some of our family and friends unfortunately couldn’t make it, so I asked
Telisha if she could film it! This girl is amazing at capturing a moment i’ll
tell ya. Perfect. Great job T! </div>
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This whole thing
was a secret that Whitney knew nothing about. She had gotten to my house from
Indiana on the Wednesday before I proposed. I knew that if anyone texted me
about the “plan” then my cover would be blown and the six year secret would be
ruined. So, I did the unimaginable........ I went without my phone for 36 hours.
I hid it. Out of sight, out of mind. </div>
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We got to
Chattanooga on the night of the 23rd. I made the suggestion that we see a movie
because I didn’t want to run into anyone who possibly knew. I was so “tired”
afterwards that I just asked if we could go back to the hotel. Everyone was
texting me to let me know that they got in safe and that the meeting time was
good for them. I had not seen my phone in a long while so I told Whit that I
would get the bags from the car... she offered to help... she wouldn’t stop...
finally she gave in and let me bring them in. She didn’t know that I was
setting aside a set of clothes to leave in the car for the next morning,
checking on the engagement ring that I hid in the spare tire and texting
everyone back who had just arrived. (I know... sneaky sneaky) I got back into
the hotel room and felt all the pressure hit me and all of the hard work and I
felt like I couldn’t move. I was so exhausted. I laid down in the bed and poor
Whitney (my little night owl) had to straighten her hair, paint her nails and
watch tv by herself. (She was not happy about that.) </div>
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After a
semi-solid night of sleep, my brain woke me up going a million miles an hour at
6:45am. I was due to get up at 7:45am. The plan was for me to leave and tell
her that I was gonna check out the continental breakfast and ask if she wanted
anything. In all reality, I would be going to my sister’s hotel room and
getting ready to get flowers and balloons. So there I was, laying still.
Looking at the alarm clock. Minute, after minute, after minute. Finally 7:45am
hit. A wake up call came to our room that I had originally told Whit that I
asked for 8:45. In a fake sleep drunken anger I called the front desk and
demanded another wake up call for the right time... (they were in on it too). I
got up, went over to Whit’s bed, gave her a kiss and got out of there. </div>
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This was the
day. The past six years, from the day we met until now, had all led up to this.
She would either tell me that she does want to spend the rest of her life
putting up with my craziness, or that she doesn’t. </div>
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I had 45 minutes
to pick up the camera from Whitney’s parent’s hotel, go grab her breakfast and
take a shower at my sister’s hotel. At 8:30, Bri and Telisha were gonna be
there to film “The Wake-Up” and then me buying flowers. After that, everyone
was going to meet at my sister’s hotel at 9:45 to begin the day. Well nothing
ever works out as it is planned with the Mullins family. The wake-up went well.
I had asked my sister to take Whit’s phone so that she had no access to any
sort of social media or calling. After that, I went to get flowers and forgot
my wallet. Telisha and Bri didn’t know this until they were there for a while,
but I left them at the store while I went back to the hotel to get my wallet.
We had a laugh about that. I couldn’t find the right balloons so I decided to
take Charlie and Rico to look for those during the scavenger hunt. </div>
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We got back to
the hotel and there everyone was: Brent, Karen, Jonathan, Rachel, Jacqueline,
Brandon, Rico, Charlie, Telisha, Bri, Lindz, Dave, Drew, Andrea, Evie, Leyah
and Micah. Everything was ready. I had made the huge 12 foot sign the week
before with my sister. Hand painted, drawn and cut. Blood, sweat and tears went
into that thing. The clues for the scavenger hunt were made. We were set. I had
a meeting with everyone telling them the obvious: Don’t mention anything about
the proposal, make small conversation and keep her there for 15-20 minutes at
each stop (that didn’t work). We all went our separate ways and the people at
the last stop all decided that we were gonna meet at my hotel once Whitney is
picked up.</div>
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Technical
difficulties. Yep. They happened. The battery died in the camera that Whitney’s
dad had let us borrow. By now, it had
been about 30 minutes past the time that Whit was supposed to be picked up.
After getting resolved, it was about 45-60 minutes past 10am. I can only
imagine what Whitney, without any contact with me or social media, was
thinking. </div>
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The next few
hours passed pretty quickly and we had gotten balloons. Everyone was ready to
head up to the final stop of the scavenger hunt, Sunset Rock. I had asked my
sister, who was driving Whitney, for extra time (they were blowing through the
stops) because we all were being shuttle from one place on the mountain to
another to avoid Whit seeing cars on her last stop. Thank you Corey. She did
give us extra time but when she left Whitney with her parents to come set up
for the proposal, her and Bri got lost. I was scared. All of it could have been
ruined. People were on the phone trying to figure out where on the mountain
they were. I called Whit’s dad to tell him “get lost”. (the only time I will
tell that man that phrase) Everything worked out and my sis and Bri got there
safe. </div>
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Nerves. That is
all I had left. Pure Nerves. We positioned everyone and the banner and gave Bri
the balloons. It was windy so it was a real trip trying to watch her control 12
balloons on the top of the mountain on a windy day. But it felt perfect. It was
70 degrees and there were 1 or 2 clouds in the sky. I was ready. </div>
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I saw her. Her
father was bringing her to me. I was hiding. I saw the look on her face. She
had no clue. She thought there were other stops. I came out to meet her from
behind the bush. I couldn’t swallow and I was shaking. I held out my arms and
gave her a hug. She was shaking too. Tears were welling up in her eyes. It felt
so right, so perfect. The rest was a blur. I didn’t remember what I said until
I edited the video (you should watch it). All I know is she said yes and I got
so excited about it that I hugged her and forgot to put the ring on her finger.
So, I got down on one knee again and slipped it on. It fit perfectly. Everyone
cheered and we took lots and lots of pictures. We all went to lunch and
celebrated. That wasn’t enough. After lunch, we went to an arcade/bowling/laser
tag place and stayed there until we were hungry for dinner. It couldn’t have
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Some say that
your soul sings a special song that only one other can hear. When that other
soul sings back, don’t ignore it. I didn’t. I am now engaged to be married to
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<b> I love you Whitney!!!</b><span style="color: windowtext; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I remember back to when I was a little girl and I would always of the day that my Prince would come aloneg and one day ask me to marry him. Several years ago I met my Prince and I have been anxiously waiting for him to propose!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Let me take you back a little bit... It was in January of 2007 that I moved to Chattanooga, Tennessee. There were a million things going on in my life and I was not sure where I was going to continue my education... I felt the Lord leading me to a small school that I had never heard of until a few months before.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">My first day there I met Jon. Within a few days of school starting, I knew there was something about him and I knew my life would never be the same.</span></div>
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We have been together since 2007 and in 2009 we graduated college. I moved up north for some job opportunities and Jon eventually moved to Nashville for music opportunities. So yes you read that right... for the past 4 years we have been living apart. </div>
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It's been the hardest thing I have ever done. </div>
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But... I cannot even begin to describe how this was exactly what God had planned for us and how it has made us better for each other. I have learned so much about Jon and myself. We have learned to work through SO many hard times and situations and how to celebrate the great times even more! We have learned how to truly trust another person, how to rely on someone, and what it means to be in love. </div>
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We ( and by we I mean ME ) have been thinking about getting married since the day I met Jon. </div>
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I'm not kidding guys... Something inside of me knew! He was the One! </div>
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If you know Jon and myself- you know that we do things pretty big. There is really never a holiday or special occasion that we don't make a big deal out of. The very 1st valentine's we were together, Jon even got some of my friends in on surprising me =] </div>
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I have been joking with friends since I was young that the way my husband would propose better be a good one- or He will have to re-do it. I was obviously kidding... but what woman doesn't want a surprise proposal!?</div>
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On May 24th I got what I had always dreamed of ... and had NO idea it was coming!!! </div>
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I knew Jon was going to propose.... at some point. But everyone (including him) had me convinced that it would at least be in July or September before he asked. So I had no idea what was about to happen. </div>
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It had been about two months since we had seen each other. There has been a lot going on lately in our lives. It's the longest we have been a part in a while. So I was so excited to get down there!! We had some friends that were going to be in town that now live in Hawaii and in Florida and I was coming down so we could go to Chattanooga to visit them. </div>
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One the way down, I casually mentioned getting engaged. He then made a comment to me that when we got back to his house later that weekend that I needed to come in and check my ring size- because a lot of the other rings he had given me were too big or two small and we wanted to make sure that I didn't need to get my engagement ring sized after he asked me. </div>
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My heart sank. </div>
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I had all my fingers and toes crossed that he would maybe propose while we were down there with my friends. I tried really hard to not let it show.. because when it was in God's time I knew it would be better than mine. He apologized several times and said he was sorry. I believed him! </div>
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That night we ran to a goodwill- we like to thrift store shop =] and then we went to a movie. </div>
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We were suppose to go to other stores and go downtown and hang out. I love Chattanooga and it's where we met, SO I love to be there with him! </div>
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Well, Jon wanted to go to bed????? We got to our hotel and I tried to help carry in our bags and get everything in the room. He would not let me, he kept telling me to just go the room. I was really confused because he always gives me a hard time about helping carry in bags!! hehe! We got to the room and he was asleep in about 20 mins. So I took a shower, dried my hair, fixed it, painted my finger nails (surprised?), watched TV. It was about 2:00am before I got tired. </div>
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I finally went to bed and the next thing I knew it was 7:30 the next morning I heard the phone ring for a wake up call- Jon (pretended) to call the front desk back and tell them to call later. 15 minutes later Jon was up and ready to leave the room. Told me he would be back - he was going to get breakfast?? A little later I realized that he still had not come back!! </div>
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Next thing I know, There are two people knocking and singing at my door?? </div>
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Almost 5 seconds after I heard it- I knew it was Jon's sister and someone?? I answer the door- totally asleep and confused. This is what I remember-</div>
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Opening door- and there is Jacquie (Jons sister) and our friend Telisha - with a camera. </div>
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They came in- told me hello - handed me breakfast and told me that they needed my phone and I had to get ready and wear something comfy that I wanted to wear to dinner?! ( It takes me like FOREVER to make a choice on what I am going to wear- and I change several times a day when I am on vacation) So this was hard for me!! They left and I was there alone to find clothes and ponder what was going on. Took me forever to get ready and still they were not back. They were 45 minutes late!!! I thought they forgot me! </div>
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Finally they arrived- and we talked a little.<br />
Right before we left they handed my a card that was home made that had a clue inside. It was a clue for the 1st place that Jon kissed me.(It was Chauncey Auditorium on campus of the college we attended) When we got there an old friend from college was there that I have not seen in a long time. We talked a few minutes and then he handed me another clue card.<br />
The second clue card was to a Subway. This was the first place we went and ate lunch together. I walked in and saw the two friends from Hawaii sitting at the table where Jon and I sat over 6 years ago. I got nervous when I saw them really was not sure what was going on. They handed my the third clue card.<br />
The third clue card was for the national cemetery in town. I know you are thinking that it's weird we went there. It was one of my most favorite places in the city. At the very top of the hill you can stand and see the whole city! It's an odd place - but it is so gorgeous! I saw one of my best friends from college and her husband waiting for me. I as not emotional - until I hugged her. I began the ugly cry for a few minutes, but managed to hold it together. I was so glad to see her! She handed me the next clue card.<br />
This clue talked about the place where we 1st got to share our lives with each other. We literally sat in the car and talked for hours...about everything! In this clue card it said this is where he knew he loved me. If you forgot I am still being video taped.. and when I read this I started to shake. I don't think I stopped the rest of the day.By the way this was at a Starbucks downtown. We finally got there and rounded the corner (by this time I am trying to identify cars parked outside haha) and I had to take a double take - I saw another best friend from college that I have not seen in over two years! I yelled and cried all at the same time and EVERYONE was starring trying to figure out what was going on! We sat and chatted for a little bit and at this time I knew IT was coming! =]<br />
The next (and turns out last) stop was Cold-stone Ice Cream. There happened to be a perfect parking spot right up from - there are never spots there and just before we pulled in I saw my parents. My parents were suppose to be in North Carolina and turns out there were sitting outside waiting for me!! </div>
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<i>All this time I am thinking to myself, How did he pull this off?? </i></div>
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My dad, Mom, Telisha and I got ice cream and they gave me my next clue card. There was a little confusion on where we were going next. I got it straightened out quickly haha =] I knew now that we were going up the mountain and going to take 'small' hike down the mountain to the most gorgeous overlook. Jon and I and lots of other people have spent a lot of time at this place because it's beautiful. This place is know as Sunset Rock. Well, I know how much of trek it is back up the mountain and Telisha had me convinced that there were several other stops after this. I tired my hardest to get my parents to just wait for us and let me go down and come back. I didn't win that battle haha They kept saying I would need their help. We finally got down there and I heard a few voices. Rounded the corner and I lost all control of what was going on. My breathe was taken away, I was shaking like leaf... My dad took my hand and walked me in front of all the friends I had seen through out the day including several other, My future Father and step -mother-in law, brother-in law and nieces and nephew! All standing with a 12 foot handmade banner, hot pink roses, and red and pink heart balloons. The sign looked like this.....</div>
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I was looking everywhere for Jon and he finally came around the from behind the bushes. And I didn't cry (which I am shocked) but I wanted to hear and know everything that Jon said. I still could not tell you exactly what was said- I have watched the video a few times So I have an idea But I remember watching my sweet man get down on one knee and ask me to be his wife! </div>
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Jon then stood up hugged kissed me and got back down on one knee to tell he that he had an inscription put inside -It says Je T'aime Forever (he gave me a necklace when we first started dating that said this) It took him a while to tell me he loved me. So he would tell me in french =] and he also had a Ruby placed inside the band and told me he was giving me a piece of his heart. As soon as I get a picture of the inside of the ring I will post it!<br />
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Seriously guys, He is amazing! He puts his heart and soul into every single things he does! </div>
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Here is a photo of the AMAZING ring that I GET TO WEAR (and stare at everyday) =]</div>
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Here is a photo of most of the people who where a part of this AMAZING day! We are missing my parents, Jon's dad and; step mom and two of the kiddos- Evie & Leyah.</div>
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Finally- His sister made us these AMAZING signs and we got a GREAT photo holding them! </div>
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Needless to say I could have not asked for anything better! Everything was perfect & I was so surprised! I am not a huge fan of surprises .. but I am SO glad that this was a surprise! </div>
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I am ENGAGED!!! To the man of my dreams- and I get to be his wife!!! </div>
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<b><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I love you Jon Mullins! </span></u></b></div>
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<br />Whitney Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17562775102332783373noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936990662621070185.post-65789442392902718612013-04-12T15:34:00.000-07:002013-04-12T15:34:43.264-07:00A letter to my 16 year old self <span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I have seen several times where people write a letter to their younger selves. I have always thought it was a great idea & how I wish I would have had a letter like that when I was 16! </b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I almost think it would be awesome to write a letter to yourself every 5 or 10 years and you could look back on them. </b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>So- Here is the letter to my 16 year old self</b></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Enjoy! </b></span></span><br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dear 16 year old me, </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It’s been 10 years since you were 16. In fact, you are going
to be 27 in just a few months. Don’t worry, It’s not as old as you think! You
cannot imagine how much life is going to change for you in these next 10 years!
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I know that right now you are preparing for a huge trip
overseas. (It’s been almost exactly 10 years since this trip) You are going on
your 1<sup>st</sup> mission’s trip. It’s not going to be like anything you have
experienced before. You are going to see and experience things, that until you
are older you won’t fully understand. Keep your eyes open, take everything in… you
will feel God work in your life more than you can imagine. You will see
miracles, be a part of them. You are going to lead a person to Christ. You will
cry, sing, laugh, dream and learn more about yourself than you thought you
would. </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When you return home you can feel how you are different than
you were when you left. And you will want to keep that feeling inside. There
will come a time in the next few months that you chose to push that feeling
down inside and change who you are. </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I know its annoying hearing everyone (including) your
friends say that, “You are such a goodie, you never do anything wrong.” I know
that you want to feel popular & feel like people think there is some
special about you. You are going to make some choices that you think will make
you feel this way. </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I want you to know that you are special! </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You don’t have to make the wrong choices to gain friends and
popularity. </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You are enough!</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">High-school is a lot of fun for you! (You will get into some trouble & almost be caught doing some crazy stuff) You had great friends
and you are leader in all you do. Work hard in school; you will not regret
learning more! Don’t be afraid of trying to much or working to hard. Don’t be
afraid of failing. (It’s going to happen) </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I want you to know that by the time you graduate
High-school, your life is going to be totally different than it was when you
turned 16. You have made some really wrong choices, done things that have
really put your life in jeopardy. And I know that while your reading this you
can’t imagine making those choices or doing something that could hurt yourself
or others… but I urge you to remember who you belong too. You Heavenly Father
will not walk away from you… no matter how far you run. </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There’s going to be some hard things that happen. There will
be two friends who almost lose their lives and fight for it for months. You
will get the call while you are in church on a Wednesday it’s going to effect
your entire school. You will watch their mother in the hospital & sob sitting
at her feet as she tells you how much she trusts the Lord and how she knows
Gods plan is better than one she could have dreamed for them. You will lose a
friend to a car accident who you grew up with and considered to be a little
brother, although it had been a few years since you had spent much time with
him or his family. It’s going to change how you view time. It’s going change
how you deal with distance from people you love. <st1:stockticker>DON</st1:stockticker>’T
EVER TAKE THE TIME YOU HAVE WITH P<st1:stockticker>EOP</st1:stockticker>LE FOR
GRANTED! </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You are going to stand at his funeral with a packed church of people that you are very close to </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">and those who you don't know. You will sing the song "It is Well with my soul" & there will </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">never be another time that that song is sung that you don't think of Jared & the strength of his family. </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There is also going to be a point where someone you trust
will try and hurt you & the adults that you looked up to will not be fair.
You grow from this. This makes you a better person. This makes you love more;
it makes you fight more for what you want and what is right. It makes you
stronger. </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When you are 19, you are going to think you are in love for the 1st time. You will get your 1st real kiss & be told "I love you" from a boy. --- I
promise by the end of this letter you will know all about the Love of your
life! But this relationship is not it. . (God had MUCH better plans for you) </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This relationship is going to teach you SO many things about
yourself. You are going to learn that you deserve a man who loves everything
about you, who treats you like the most important thing in his life and wants
to show you that love as often as he can. </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Also, remember that you don’t go into a relationship with
someone who you want to change or wants to change you. I know you are going to
think that your heart is broken when he ends this relationship with you…Just
wait for God has in store. </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You graduate college and I am not going to spill the secret
of what degree you graduate with, but know that you may end up back in school a
few years later! Not because you are not good at what you do, things just
change. Go with it, the journey is worth it! </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">While you are at college you will meet the Love of your
life! (I told you He was coming & you won't believe how PERFECT he is for you)There is going to be a moment the 1<sup>st</sup> day you meet him where
you joking tell two friends that you have “found your husband” and you don’t
realize that you are actually looking at the man you will one day marry! </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I’m telling you that when you pray for this man, God is
listening. You are going to see that God created both of you for each other.
Down to the smallest details... things you eat, he’s going to like all the parts you don’t! There
are going to be some bumpy times but I promise it makes your love stronger! Do
Not Give Up!! He loves you more than you really understand! There is not</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a day that goes by that he is not on your mind & just thinking </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">about him (even 6 1/2 years later) will give you butterflies. Everyday you fall in </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">love with him more! </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is as far as you have gotten. In 10 years from now you
will be getting ready to get engaged, and planning a wedding and a life with
someone better that you ever dreamed of. Your parents will have become your
friends and things will be a lot different. God is still holding you. No matter
how far you ran or how dark it got He never walked away. Remember that no matter</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">how hard things seem that God always has a bigger and better plan for you.</span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He is going to open all the right doors at all the right times. It will be hard for you </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">to be patient, (heck... it's still hard for you to be patient -haha) But God has you in the palm of </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">this hand! </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I challenge you to keep digging in, get to know Him better.
Let God guide you. I promise his plan for your life is better than you dreamed
of. </span></i></b></div>
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wonderfully made</span></i></b></div>
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<span style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Thank you so much for stopping by! </b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><b><i>The Lord WILL FIGHT for ME! </i></b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><b><i>I don't have to worry or become overwhelmed, </i></b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><b><i>Because He will fight for ME! </i></b></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. Lifetime movies</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.... </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">yes, I know...lame =]</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But they are SO good! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. Painting my nails</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(everyday) & making one nail a different color =] </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I just did them again tonight! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">3. Getting up early...</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>I</i> hate the waking up part.. but I am enjoying being up early and getting a lot </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">accomplished! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ok, really I am not dancing... but every time I hear music lately.. I find myself just Well..dancing ( or trying) =] </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I am from the Sunshine State and don't get to visit to often- so it brings me a little pep every time I use it! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But I am not. I enjoy laundry. I must have done 7 loads this weekend =] </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and of course it helps with my "dancing" thats going on at random times! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And to be more specific.. <i><u>Michael Kors Watches. </u></i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">( how could I not be addicted to him)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you don't know, we live three states away... about 8 hours apart. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We have been together for 6 years (almost)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and living apart since May of 2009</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">WAY TO LONG! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are seeking the Lords Direction in what we should be doing and </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">at this point we feel like He is telling us to stay where we are and keep pursuing him. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">so that is what we are doing! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And this time apart is worth the wait of what will be a beautiful beginning chapter for</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the rest of our lives! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In case you couldn't tell.. he is the Love of my life! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So.. What are some things that you have been doing lately? "Addicted" to anything fun?? </span></div>
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<span> </span><span class="textexposedshow"><span class="textexposedshow"> </span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">It seems that alot of attackers use some tactic to get away with violence. Not many </span><span class="textexposedshow">people know how to take care of themselves when faced with such a</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">situation. Everyone should read this especially each n every girl in this world. </span><span class="textexposedshow">THOUGHT THIS WAS GOOD INFO TO PASS ALONG…</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">FYI - Through a rapist’s eyes! A group of rapists and date rapists in </span><span class="textexposedshow">prison were interviewed on what they look for in a potential victim </span><span class="textexposedshow">and here are some interesting facts:</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle.</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, </span><span class="textexposedshow">or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to </span><span class="textexposedshow">go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common </span><span class="textexposedshow">targets.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women </span><span class="textexposedshow">who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors </span><span class="textexposedshow">around to cut clothing.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through </span><span class="textexposedshow">their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are </span><span class="textexposedshow">off guard and can be easily overpowered.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is </span><span class="textexposedshow">grocery store parking lots.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">6] Number three is public restrooms.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman </span><span class="textexposedshow">and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to </span><span class="textexposedshow">worry about getting caught.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged </span><span class="textexposedshow">because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going </span><span class="textexposedshow">after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or </span><span class="textexposedshow">other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their </span><span class="textexposedshow">hands.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to </span><span class="textexposedshow">the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince </span><span class="textexposedshow">these guys you’re not worth it.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">————————————————————————————————————————</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or </span><span class="textexposedshow">with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask </span><span class="textexposedshow">them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk:</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now </span><span class="textexposedshow">that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, </span><span class="textexposedshow">you lose appeal as a target.</span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span class="textexposedshow"> </span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of </span><span class="textexposedshow">you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to </span><span class="textexposedshow">said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would </span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY </span><span class="textexposedshow">target. (never really thought this would work- Thank you R.A.D. class for all the things you taught us)</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of </span><span class="textexposedshow">it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER </span><span class="textexposedshow">SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can </span><span class="textexposedshow">do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from </span><span class="textexposedshow">behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">armpit or in the upper inner thigh - HARD. One woman in a class this </span><span class="textexposedshow">guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was </span><span class="textexposedshow">trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin </span><span class="textexposedshow">and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching </span><span class="textexposedshow">yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a </span><span class="textexposedshow">particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it </span><span class="textexposedshow">is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and </span><span class="textexposedshow">make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of </span><span class="textexposedshow">trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers a</span><span class="textexposedshow">nd bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing </span><span class="textexposedshow">down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked </span><span class="textexposedshow">audibly.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of </span><span class="textexposedshow">your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any </span><span class="textexposedshow">odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really </span><span class="textexposedshow">was trouble.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">————————————————————————————————————————</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">I know you are smart enough to know these pointers but there will be </span><span class="textexposedshow">some, where you will go “hmm I must remember that” After reading </span><span class="textexposedshow">forward it to someone you care about, never hurts to be careful in </span><span class="textexposedshow">this crazy world we live in.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your </span><span class="textexposedshow">body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks </span><span class="textexposedshow">for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from </span><span class="textexposedshow">you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN </span><span class="textexposedshow">THE OTHER DIRECTION!</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back </span><span class="textexposedshow">tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like </span><span class="textexposedshow">crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has </span><span class="textexposedshow">saved lives.</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, </span><span class="textexposedshow">working, etc., and just sit </span><span class="textexposedshow">(doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The </span><span class="textexposedshow">predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for </span><span class="textexposedshow">him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell </span><span class="textexposedshow">you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span class="textexposedshow">5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or </span><span class="textexposedshow">parking garage:</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the </span><span class="textexposedshow">passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE </span><span class="textexposedshow">RIDING A TAXI CAB) .</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">b. If you! u are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the </span><span class="textexposedshow">passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling </span><span class="textexposedshow">them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their </span><span class="textexposedshow">cars.</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and </span><span class="textexposedshow">the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest </span><span class="textexposedshow">your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a </span><span class="textexposedshow">guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE </span><span class="textexposedshow">THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)</span><br /><span class="textexposedshow"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span class="textexposedshow">6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are </span><span class="textexposedshow">horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS </span><span class="textexposedshow">RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; </span><span class="textexposedshow">And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!</span><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow">8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may </span><span class="textexposedshow">get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a </span><span class="textexposedshow">good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies </span><span class="textexposedshow">of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often </span><span class="textexposedshow">asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when </span><span class="textexposedshow">he abducted his next victim.</span><br /><span> </span><span class="textexposedshow"> </span></span></div>
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<span class="textexposedshow"><span class="textexposedshow">Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the </span><span class="textexposedshow">world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than </span><span class="textexposedshow">sorry.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="textexposedshow"><span>If u have a heart or </span><span>compassion</span><span> reblog this post.</span></span><br /><span class="textexposedshow">‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.</span></span></div>
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http://bayareamommy.com/2012/03/april-ipad-mania-giveaway/Whitney Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17562775102332783373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936990662621070185.post-20135901659057395262012-04-17T15:00:00.001-07:002012-04-17T15:01:53.324-07:00giveaway =]<p>I would like to invite you to go check out the link below!! There are SO MANY giveaways that you can enter from this blog & links to other blogs!!! </p><p>I am entering in a giveaway today for $800 paypal cash!! I can only being to imagine the fun things that I could get for my mom, sister, boyfriend, dad and myself if I was to win that!! Go check it out for yourself and take a few minutes to enter!!! </p><p><br /></p><p>http://bayareamommy.com/2012/03/hello-spring-800-cash-giveaway/#comment-11909</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>xoxo - whitney </p>Whitney Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17562775102332783373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936990662621070185.post-17652741990280155652012-04-05T08:12:00.003-07:002012-04-05T08:55:27.512-07:00Words mean something<p>I had an experience yesterday at Staples that absolutely blew my mind. </p><p>My mom and I were walking up to the check out counter and Three employees were standing there talking waiting to check someone out. One of the girls, around my age, starts talking (very loudly) about how she never wants to have children again... but she "could so be a foster parent because if she got a child that was ugly, mean or she just didn't like she could always send<i> IT </i>back." ( Did you notice she called the child an IT?) </p><p>I am standing around the back side of the check-out and its all I can do to keep my mouth from hanging open. One of her associates says, " well, would you consider adoption?" She laughed and said, "No, WAY!! Then If I don't like the kid, I can't send it back!" </p><p>Normally, I would just be offended, go on my way and not say anything. But as I am standing there I realize that my Mom can hear everything this person was saying. </p><p><i><b>-- What you need to know is that my mom grew up in foster homes</b>.</i> She lived in some good places and some not so good places. And unfortunately, not all foster homes are good, loving, safe and secure homes. We have a lot of children that are falling through the cracks of foster care. </p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><b>(Before anyone gets offended,I am NOT saying that there are not good foster homes and foster parents. )</b></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">Mom and I walked out to car and the only words exchanged were, "I hope she never has the chance to be a foster parent." I could tell that this had bothered my mom, and it hurt my heart for her. I walked back to the store and returned the cart, she smiled then told me to have a wonderful day. </span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;">It took all of about 15 seconds for me to level my head and look her in the eye & say, " I hope you have a good day as well, but please know that what you say is heard by more people than you think. What you said while my mom and I were standing in here was very offensive." She looked at my like a deer in headlights saying that she didn't even remember saying anything. I then repeated verbatim what she said and her face turned bright red. I explained that My mom grew up in foster care and it offended her, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">I explained to her that It was not funny or something to joke about and that there are a lot of foster homes that are not a good place for children. She said, "Oh, I have friends in foster care- I stopped her and said , "Oh, so you KNOW that it's not funny. Nothing else was said and I walked away. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">I explain all this to say, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">Words mean something.</span></b></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">"There’s an old children’s saying, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me.” If only that were true, but it’s a fable that needs to be laid to rest. Words can hurt a lot more than sticks and stones. They may not break bones, but they can surely break hearts. Words can devastate. Words can wound; words can kill. Words can ruin reputations and destroy relationships. There’s just no doubt about it-<b>words hurt</b>."</span></i></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i>( http://sparkle333.wordpress.com/2008/02/16/words-that-hurt/ )</i></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></i></span></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Remember the power of your words. They effect people, use them to uplift and speak good into your life & into others. </p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600cc;">Proverbs 18:21a - The tongue has the power of life and death </span></i></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 19, 32); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "><table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="22" align="center" class="mainbk" style="text-align: center;background-color: rgb(185, 227, 255); "><tbody><tr valign="top"><td class="bluebk3" width="98%" style="background-color: rgb(249, 253, 255); background-image: url(http://bible.cc/lline.gif); background-repeat: no-repeat repeat; "><table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"><tbody><tr><td valign="top" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#001320;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><br /></span></span></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></span><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">-</span></i></p></span><p></p>Whitney Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17562775102332783373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936990662621070185.post-76446018067002614992012-04-03T23:00:00.002-07:002012-04-03T23:31:44.316-07:00'Reminding' God of his promises<p style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"></span></b></p><blockquote></blockquote><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Life is full of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">up's</span> & <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">down's</span>. It can almost feel like an being stuck on a moving elevator at times, never reaching the correct floor and being able to step off. </span></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I understand this feeling. </span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">I understand this feeling better than I would like to.</span></i> </span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I know how it feels to watch as other step 'off' of the elevator and into their life. Sometimes I find myself start to question myself, my education and my worth. I just can't always grasp why I can feel so stuck. </span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Saying all that, I can also turn 180 degrees and see that my life is far from stuck in other areas. I have graduated with great grades, started my Masters work, I am currently licensed in two different states, I have the most amazing man in my life (who will one day be MY husband -<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">eeekk</span>), A fabulous family who is always there for me and the opportunity to stay at home while I continue to look for where the Lord is leading. </span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I am blessed far beyond I could ever imagine! </span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">But there are days, and everyone has them, where we feel like no matter how much we 'call out' or 'beg' God for direction... it's like there is closed door between you. </span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;">Recently, I heard a sermon from a pastor that totally changed my perspective on praying for my life, or about my life. One of the most powerful ways to pray is to find a promise in scripture, and 'remind' God what he says about you!</span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">God is faithful to his promises. </span></b></p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-20377" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; ">22</sup> Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, </span></i></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#6666cc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"> for his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">compassions</span> never fail. </span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#6666cc;"><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-20378" style="font-size: small; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top; ">23</sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"> They are new every morning; </span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#6666cc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;"> great is your faithfulness. - Lamentations3:22-23</span></span></i><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"><b>Often, there are times where we can find ourselves begging God to change something in our lives or pleading with him. It is very clear in scripture that He already knows our problems. HE has also made promises to use in the scripture.. When you are faced with problems take a "God, you said..." and remind him of his promises He has for you. </b></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"><i>"God, I know what you say is true. And I'm not going to be moved by what I see. I'm not going to be discouraged by what I don't see. I'm not going to give up because it's taking a long time. God I trust You. I know You will never fail. You will never let me down"</i></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;color:#330033;">I must remember that no matter, how many times or how many ways I ask, God is not obligated to bring to pass what I say... but HE is obligated to being to pass what He says. So when you are faced with a problem, find that promise that applies to your situation and say "God you said..."</span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;">"God, You said You are my helper, and You will never fail me or let me down. " God is obligated to bring that promise to pass. That's His Word that is forever true. "God, I'm in this big problem. People are coming against me. But God, You said in Psalms the strength of the wicked is being cut off and the power of the godly is being increased. " "God you said the trap that the enemy set for me, they would fall in themselves. " God is obligated to bring that promise to pass.</span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"><b>Keep not silent, Keep reminding God of his promises to you. </b></span></p>Whitney Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17562775102332783373noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936990662621070185.post-19393648955972674992011-12-06T16:41:00.001-08:002011-12-06T16:44:08.719-08:00giveaway =]<p>EEEeeeeeeepppppp!!!!! </p><p>Vintage Wanna Bee is having a huge... i mean HUGEEE giveway!! </p><p>She reached 1,500 followers!! Thats So exciting!!! I am not even sure</p><p>how I would handle that many people actually following and reading what I had to say haha =] </p><p>Well, for those who do read.. Go on over to her page and enter the giveaway!!! </p><p>http://www.vwbblog.com/2011/12/1500-follower-giveaway-100-shop-credit.html</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><center><a href="h</center><img style=" align="bottom" src="http://i1093.photobucket.com/albums/i424/whitneyfreeman2011/lovewhitneyFotoFlexer_Photo.jpg?t=1295937685"><br /><p></p><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></a><div><a href="h</center><img style=" align="bottom" src="http://i1093.photobucket.com/albums/i424/whitneyfreeman2011/lovewhitneyFotoFlexer_Photo.jpg?t=1295937685"></a><center><a href="h</center><img style=" align="bottom" src="http://i1093.photobucket.com/albums/i424/whitneyfreeman2011/lovewhitneyFotoFlexer_Photo.jpg?t=1295937685"></a><a href="http://www.vwbblog.com/2011/12/1500-follower-giveaway-100-shop-credit.html"><img border="0" src="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz259/nichellelora/1500button.jpg" /></a></center></div></center>Whitney Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17562775102332783373noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936990662621070185.post-81954442963306364972011-08-18T00:02:00.000-07:002011-08-18T00:04:00.160-07:00Bella before and after!<p>Well, I found a new person to follow on her blog!! It is Bella Before and After... </p><p>http://bellabeforeandafter.blogspot.com/</p><p>that is the link to her blog! she is having a HUGEEEEE ..... let me say that again... </p><p>SHE IS HAVING A GIGANTIC giveaway!!! you HAVE to go check her out and add her blog! Its looking fabulous!!! and i am really hoping to win!! </p><p><img style="border:0;" align="bottom" src="http://i1093.photobucket.com/albums/i424/whitneyfreeman2011/lovewhitneyFotoFlexer_Photo.jpg?t=1295937685" />
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<br />Whitney Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17562775102332783373noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936990662621070185.post-43918174278166025662011-07-29T17:28:00.000-07:002011-07-29T17:31:08.530-07:00LMM<p>You need to check out this blogger & her awesome giveaway!!! Go on over ... just follow the link!! </p><p><br /></p><p>http://www.littlemissmomma.com/</p><p><img style="border:0;" align="bottom" src="http://i1093.photobucket.com/albums/i424/whitneyfreeman2011/lovewhitneyFotoFlexer_Photo.jpg?t=1295937685" /><br /></p>Whitney Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17562775102332783373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936990662621070185.post-83986372417379948192011-07-25T23:01:00.001-07:002011-07-25T23:02:13.704-07:00more good stuff!!<p>Also .. check out the website from the previous post and look at The Little Knit Lovey.. she is on Etsy too... SO cute! </p><p>http://agapelovedesigns.blogspot.com/2011/07/500-follower-celebration-little-knit.html?showComment=1311660065893#c175039082800420677</p>Whitney Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17562775102332783373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936990662621070185.post-61534452153079917062011-07-25T22:51:00.000-07:002011-07-25T22:52:43.883-07:00agape designs!<p>If you want to find some super cute stuff.. and some greats ideas then you HAVE to head over to</p><p>this blog... the link is below. GO .. now =] </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>http://agapelovedesigns.blogspot.com.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Whitney Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17562775102332783373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936990662621070185.post-16889742131696393832011-07-11T02:04:00.000-07:002011-07-11T03:35:53.440-07:00My Hearts desire....<p><br />As we grow up we always have these ideas of what we want from life and what we want to do in life. Some people call them goals. I have definitely set a lot of goals in my life and as I am getting older I am realizing that not only are these goals in my life but they are my "hearts desire". Because of my relationship with the Lord I know these desires that he has places in my life are also the callings in my life. </p><p>When I was younger I had a burden on my heart for missions, or at that point I thought it was missions. I was given the opportunity to take several missions trips over the years, and I always had an amazing time and met wonderful people and my life was blessed by the trip. But looking back on those trips I remember the faces of kids.. the little boys & girls that I would meet. I remember how my heart would almost jump out of my chest when we had the chance to work with them and help them. </p><p>Several years later I found myself in a position that I had not been in before & need a job fast. The church I was attending gave me a position as an intern for the summer. I was placed in the children's ministry department and was SO upset. I did not want to work with the small children. I wanted to work with the youth. I really had no choice at this point and I needed the job. The church had recently hired a new Children's Minister. I was working under her for the summer and was just not sure I would be able to handle all the little children and VBS & Children's camp...ect. Little did I know that this summer would change my life. </p><p>Fast forward.... I thought after that summer that I would want to be a Children's Minister ( & to be quite honest there is still a pull in my heart for that) but the woman that I worked with really encouraged me to seek a route that had something to do with children. She gave me a few suggestions on the ways I could go. It only made since that because I had several teachers in my family that I go to school to be a teacher. Sitting here now I can vividly remember sitting with advisor during my college years telling her that I DID NOT want to be a teacher that I was going to school to get a degree but I wanted to work in ministry. I didn't realize that I was so busy planning my life that I was missing out on the '"desires that God had really placed in my heart. </p><p>I am slowly buy surely realizing that everything that has happened in my life is leading me to where I am now and God has placed these strong desires in my heart to be who He created me to be. </p><p>God has placed a huge desire in my heart to be a teacher. I now see that the mission trips where my heart was bursting for those kids and the fact that God placed me in children's ministry and I ended up with a degree in teaching was all part of the plan. I have had the opportunity to work in a school for the past two years as part of their Title One team working on reading, writing and spelling. Although young kids can be a lot of work I was excited everyday to get to see them and work with them. I am constantly online looking for new ideas that I can use in my own classroom. I am trying my best to be patient as I wait for God to open the right door for me and providing me with my own classroom. This is something I struggle with because it's hard to be patient and wait. There are times I feel like I am being looked over for jobs that I apply for and i just have to keep reminding myself that there is a perfect place for me and God will open the right door for me when it is the right time. </p><p>I am thankful for all the things that the Lord has allowed me to do in my lifetime. I guess that I am becoming nostalgic as I am approaching my 25th birthday. I am realizing that things didn't just happen... I was allowed to be where I have been and do what I have done, and I am thankful. </p><p><br /></p>Whitney Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17562775102332783373noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936990662621070185.post-55929421251523245122011-06-26T10:25:00.000-07:002011-06-26T10:26:59.841-07:00Agape Love Designs & Photography!!!<p>If you are looking for some cute things for summer you need to check out this!!! </p><p><br />http://agapelovedesigns.blogspot.com/2011/06/vibrant-ring-giveaway-discount-code.html</p><p><br /></p><p>Go head on over and look at all the cute things she has!!! </p>Whitney Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17562775102332783373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936990662621070185.post-33757648142709447112011-06-25T16:25:00.000-07:002011-06-25T17:07:34.422-07:00feeling lost with no direction...<p><br />Do you sometimes feel lost... Maybe you have come to the Father and drank from the cup of everlasting life. But maybe there is still a hole or an emptiness that you can just not seem to fill. In a blog I read today they talked about how even when we know the father there is sometimes still an uncomfortable emptiness in us that we can not seem to shake. </p><p>We face a lot of situations in life where things don't always turn out like we planned, and we run into failure more than we care to admit. When we hit that wall we can lose confidence and joy and start to drudge up all the things in the past that make us feel even worse. So we find something to help u fill that void and we end up feeling worse than when we started.</p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(80, 88, 112); font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"></span>In the blog I read today they said this, " <i><b>Luke 19:10 says that He came to seek and save that which was lost. Not Only is He out to save souls, He's out to restore Joy, Peace, Confidence and strength. He's on a rescue mission for your relationships, broken dreams and missed opportunities. He wants to save your health, your finances and totally renew every area of your life!" </b></i></p><p>That really spoke to my hear. If you know me or you know Jon... we have really been seeking the Lords will to figure out where and what the Lord wants from us in order to follow him better. We both know we have a huge calling on our lives and we seem to keep getting out feet stuck in the mud. And when we get stuck all the mistakes that have taken place seem to brought back to the surface so we can say things like,.... "What if?.... If I had only.....If we had to do over again.... and when all is said and done we feel worse than when we started. </p><p>Like I have said before, I know that God has placed something big in my life and I have been found guilty of sitting idly by waiting for the Lord to hand something over to me on a platter saying, "Here you go Whitney, I will whatever you want, and you don't have to do a thing." In all reality God is calling me to get up and go... He is calling me to stop and listen with my heart to what he is really telling me to do. </p><p>they gave an example in the blog I was reading about when you go hiking and you find outselfs lost that the number one advice is to Stop. Sit still,eat a snack and catch your breath. The same things is true for our spiritual lives. "<i><b>That's why scripture says to be still and know that He is God. When you are still, it's a whole lost easier to be rescued than when you are running! We have to stop and feed on His word which grounds us, nourished us and directs our paths." </b></i></p><p><i></i>If you are like me, then you know how hard it is to sit still and just wait when you feel like you HAVE to be going to find what you are suppose to be doing. I struggle with being patient and listing to His 'still small voice' .... who has that perfect answer for me. God wants so much more than I could ever begin to believe of dream of. He wants us to soar in life. I will leave you with this thought. </p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#505870;"><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b><i>"God wants you to fly. He wants you to Fly free of yesterday's guilt. He wants you to fly free of today's fears. He wants you to fly free of tomorrow's grave. Sin, fear, and death. These are the mountains he has moved. These are the prayers He will answer." - Max Lucado</i></b></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#505870;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#505870;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Palatino, Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"></span></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;color:#505870;"><p style="line-height: 1.4em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><br /></b></span></p><div><br /></div></span><p></p></span><p></p>Whitney Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17562775102332783373noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2936990662621070185.post-68142598635645047452011-06-13T23:59:00.000-07:002011-06-14T00:51:26.090-07:00fighting the blues<p>It's been a while since I had posted anything and I thought that maybe it would be a good time to start posting again. (<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And This post is on the longs side.. but i promise if you are stuck in a rut of having a blues you will want to hear what I read about!!</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> )</span></p><p>There have been so many things going on in my life and I feel like I have not had a minute to stop and catch my breath. Maybe this is a good thing, maybe not. I am also the person who thrives on going going going.. and i hate to admit it.. but I do enjoy a little .. ok maybe more than a little... stress. I seem to do my best work when its down to the wire.. or when I am feeling a little stressed out. Which seems crazy because... if you ask my boyfriend he will tell you that I LOVE to plan things... So I don't really understand what going on in my head sometimes. If I love to plan and get all the details ironed out how can there be stress left to deal with??? I am not sure what happens between the planning and then the last minute stress of life.. but I find myself there a lot.. and I hate to say... I seem to enjoy it. </p><p><br /></p><p>The title of this post is fight the blues... and I know so far I have not written anything to do with that title.. so here it goes---> Like I said since ... well April I have been gone or busy EVERY weekend. I have been to four weddings, I am leaving this week for another one. We have dealt with the loss of two of our family members and I have been frantically looking for a full time job for this coming school year. In case you are reading this and you don't know who I am.... I am a teacher, and for the past two years I have been working part time in a wonderful school that I would love to have my own classroom. but It just so happens that they don't need teachers where I live. In fact , like many other places we are having to lay off teachers. So this has added to the business of my life.... </p><p>Now you may be asking ... I thought you were going to talk about something else... like 'fighting off the blues' .... I promise I am getting to that.</p><p>What you also may not know about me is that I am madly in love with a wonderful man who I have been with for a little over 4 and a 1/2 years. But for the past 2 years.. maybe a little more we have been living 10 hours apart from each other. And now, I find myself waking up... and having to pull myself out of bed. I don't want to put my feet on the floor and face the day. I will do whatever I can to avoid seeing the day light. (that does not work to well because the sun shines in my window every morning) Lately I have realized that I truly may have a case of the 'blues'. I know you may be thinking well everyone goes through that... where they just have some off days or down days.... and yes... we do all go though that. but I have begun to realize that these few 'bad' days have turned into a few 'bad weeks' and that other people are really starting to notice that something is up. So today was I searching the internet looking for some online devotionals that could be sent to my email that I could read when I am on the go... Because I enjoy the thoughts from others and a lot of the time they see things in a different light. I just so happened to come across a daily devo talking about fighting the blues. </p><p>The writer talked about a great example of someone who had a lot of experience about shaking off the negative emotions. "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "><i>He had to fight being moody, and he was the King of Israel. He had all kinds of opportunity, power and position. He was wealthy, and yet, he still struggled with being depressed and discouraged. That tells me that having to choose to rule over negative feelings is something every person has to deal with." </i></span><br /></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; ">In Psalms 42, David started talking to himself when he felt this way... </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "><i>He said, "Why are you cast down, oh, my soul? Hope in the Lord."</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "><i>He was saying in everyday language, "David, what are you doing in a bad mood? Stop looking at your problems and start looking at your God." That tells me that true joy is found only in God, when you take your eyes off of how you feel and your circumstances and place them on God and His Word.</i></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">I am learning that the best thing I can do when I start to feel this way is to start talking to myself... Start quoting scripture over my life. When I wake up and all I want to do is be in a bad mood, I need to take a step back from 'me' and take a good look in the mirror and tell myself... 'Get your Joy back, Get your peace back. I am not going to live this life defeated!" And a important thing to remember is that we cannot wait until we are days or weeks into our 'grey skies' ... the minute things start going down hill - Stop it! Tell yourself your not going there... The Lord has given you this day! </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">The writer in this Devotional says, "</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "><i>Do you know being in a sour mood because of your problems doesn't make it better, it makes it worse? <b>It puts more pressure on you. It makes you more miserable. </b>A better approach is to say, "God, I'm turning this situation over to You. I'm not going to let it steal my joy. I know You're in control. And at the right time, I believe You'll not only turn it around, but You'll bring me out better off than I was before." </i> Reading that lets me understand that God didn't create another amazing day just so that I can be upset or down... He wants us to be joyful, and be excited for another day! </span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; ">Finally, There are people and times in our own lives that we may have cause or reason for a bad day... or to being down and discouraged. But pushing through those days and remember what the Lord has in store for us and our lives and how much he loves us is the BEST way to show God we are trusting him. </span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">He closes by saying this... <i>"</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "><i><b>Decide not to live by how you feel.</b> Go deeper than that and start living by what you know. You know God is in control. You know He's got a great plan for your life. You know His power is greater than any other power</i>"</span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">So, my challenge to you... and to myself is when life seems to be swirling around us and there does not seem to be a single day where we can just sit and relax. And there seems to be a problem around every corner and stress is creeping up at your door step... and you find yourself (and myself) not wanting to step foot out of bed or wanting to face the world.... Stop, Remember how Great our God is.. and that he is in control. Tell yourself... Get your Joy back, Get your peace back and stop looking at your problems and start looking at your God! </span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Thank you Jesus for the unexpected blessing you place in my life. You knew what I needed and exactly when I needed it! </span></span></p>Whitney Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17562775102332783373noreply@blogger.com0