<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 08:09:29 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Where have the days gone?</title><description>I can't believe how quickly everything happens to a person.  One minute, I'm in a freshman in high school getting lost and walking into a senior government class, and next thing you know it I've graduated from college...</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-4496162373560979301</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 19:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-15T13:06:16.407-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pslam 13 my first "sermon"</title><description>I preached my first "sermon" well it was a chapel message at Holland Christian High School. I got up in front of 800 students and however many teachers. I think it went okay. I wish that I would have had it completely memorized, but I didn't have time. There were a couple of times where my nervous almost got the best of me, but I just slowed down and tried to regain composure.&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested here's the message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Psalm 13&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;In Psalm 13, the writer cries out:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;1 How long, LORD? Will you forget me forever?&lt;br /&gt;   How long will you hide your face from me? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; 2 How long must I wrestle with my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;    and day after day have sorrow in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;    How long will my enemy triumph over me? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; 3 Look on me and answer, LORD my God.&lt;br /&gt;    Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; 4 and my enemy will say, "I have overcome him,"&lt;br /&gt;    and my foes will rejoice when I fall. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 4pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;  5 But I trust in your unfailing love;&lt;br /&gt;     my heart rejoices in your salvation. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;  6 I will sing the LORD's praise,&lt;br /&gt;     for he has been good to me. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;One warm summer night, Kurt and his friends Bryan, Scott, and Travis decided to go swimming at a local farm pond about 5 miles outside of town. All four boys were enjoying a summer of freedom before they started college in the fall.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Scott said, “I bet I can beat all of you across the pond.” “Yeah right Scott, maybe if my left arm was broken,” replied Bryan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;So the guys decided to race from one end of the pond to the other end.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Ready. Set. GO!” And they were off. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Bryan made it the other side first with Scott and Travis close behind. The three guys climbed to shore. “Where’s Kurt?” asked Travis.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;They turned around and looked at the pond. Kurt had only made it half way, and he was struggling to keep himself above the surface. At first the guys froze before reality kicked in. They jumped back into the water and swam as fast as they could towards Kurt. The three guys didn’t utter a word to each other; the only sound was the frantic swim strokes of the boys. They could see Kurt slipping below the surface as they began to close the distance between them and Kurt. Their muscles were slowing due to exhaustion.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;By the time they reached the middle of the pond they couldn’t find Kurt. They kept searching and searching. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Travis swam back to shore and ran to call for help. They finally found Kurt, but it was too late. Kurt was dead. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The boys hadn’t been drinking; it wasn’t a reckless action. All of them were healthy and athletic guys that had swam multiple times across that pond over the years. Kurt may have cramped up in the middle of the pond and panic may have set in. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Questions must have flooded into the boys’ minds as the shock wore off and the difficult reality set in. So where is God? How could He let this happen? Kurt’s death seems so pointless. What kind of God would allow this to happen?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Put yourself in Travis, Byran, and Scott’s position.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;How would you talk to God? Could you even talk to him?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The Psalmist in Psalm 13 feels a lot like Bryan, Travis, and Scott. The Psalmist feels like God has forgotten about him. The Psalmist emphasizes his point by stating that God has intentionally hidden his face from the Psalmist. The Psalmist confronts God with four “How long” questions. He doesn’t want information from God to answer his questions; he’s accusing, protesting and questioning God. Simply put: The Psalmist is pissed off at God. He feels forgotten, alone, confused, and defeated. The Psalmist knows who God is, and what he has promised to do. He’s yelling because he knows that God is listening. Psalmist is telling God that life isn’t right. There is injustice. Things need to change, and God is responsible to change them. In verse 3 the Psalmist writes 3 imperatives for God to look, answer, and give light to his eyes. The Psalmist is telling God what to do. The Psalmist is extremely bold here because he is putting himself at the same level as God, the high King, by making these demands. The Psalmist is claiming some kind of authority to do so. He knows that his relationship with God can handle his crying out in raw emotion and protesting the evil and pain in the Psalmist’s life. The Psalmist cries, “How long, O Lord.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Like the Psalmist, we feel like God has forgotten about us and has intentionally turned his face away from us. We want to scream “how long, O Lord” at God’s face. Maybe we live in a home that isn’t safe from emotional, physical or sexual abuse. Maybe someone very close to us has been diagnosed with cancer. Maybe we have friends that have all of the sudden alienated us for no reason. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;We want to tell God what He should be doing. He should be stopping the pain and evil in this life. But we often stop short. We don’t yell at God. We bottle it up. We’re scared. Can we really accuse God of leaving us? Can we question why God put us in a dysfunctional family? Why friends and family are diagnosed with terminal illnesses? Why has a friend started a false rumor that has spread around the school? And the ultimate question: Why isn’t God being God?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Questioning God doesn’t seem right or okay to do. In our heads, we may falsely think, “If I’m a good enough Christian with a strong enough faith, I’ll be able to see the good out of this horrible situation. God is sovereign and wills everything. God must be willing this pain in my life.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or maybe we think, “Christ suffered on the Cross, and maybe I’m supposed to suffer too.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We use illogical logic tells us that it is a lack of faith to question God in our prayers or out loud. Maybe if we don’t voice our emotions and feelings, then maybe they don’t exist. Can we really trust God that he can handle what we throw at him even when we’re in deep sorrow and darkness? Do we trust that God can handle our raw anger, frustration, confusion?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The Psalmist does trust that God can handle his anger, frustration, and confusion. The Psalmist knows that he can come before God and scream “How long O Lord?” There is shift in mood from the Psalmist lament to God in verses 1-4 to a confession of trust in God in verse 5. Although this shift seems so quick from him being pissed off to trusting and praising God, the Psalmist is in a covenantal relationship with God. It’s an agreement between him and God that God will never leave him and that he will be faithful to his people. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The Psalmist states in verse 3 “Look on me and answer, LORD my God.” Here he is claiming not only that God is his God, but that he, the psalmist, is still one of God’s covenant people. The Psalmist is remembering the promises of God to his people of “I am the Lord your God” that are repeated throughout the Old Testament. The Psalmist knows that he can come before God and protest the injustice and pain and command God to act. The Psalmist knows that God is listening to him even from the deep darkness that surrounds him; otherwise he wouldn’t put forth the effort to write the Psalm. The Psalmist knows that God is not just hearing but listening and will act. God is big enough and strong enough to handle what the Psalmist accuses him. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Even though God hasn’t acted, the Psalmist trusts that God will in the future. In verse 6 the Psalmist will “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;sing the LORD's praise, for he has been good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;.” The Psalmist is holding onto that and places his hope in that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Like the Psalmist we can trust in God that he can handle our anger, frustration, and confusion. God is our God, and we are his people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;We don’t have to just talk to God. We, Christians, chosen by God, can yell at Him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We can scream out at the pain and in the injustice of this world. God even helps us by giving us scripture that conveys our anger, hurt, and frustration against Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;He allows his people to yell and scream at him. He’s big enough to take it. It’s not like he doesn’t know what we’re thinking anyways. God allows us to speak that way to him. We’re not in danger of losing our salvation or faith. He has created a paradigm that we can come before Him, almighty God, in faith. We don’t have to be “proper and put together Christians” all the time. It’s impossible to do. There is injustice in this world, and there is a lot of pain. We suffer, and God is the only one that can help us. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;One third of the Psalms are filled with lament Psalms where the writers protest what is happening in their lives and the oppression and suffering they are experiencing. God has created such an intimate relationship with his people that we can directly come to him and lay everything out honestly. We can come to God when our emotions are raw and our thoughts are confused. God has given us Scripture to help us in the process of lament, and he has given us the Holy Spirit to guide us through the process. We’re not alone in our sorrow. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Psalm 13 and other Psalms 5, 40,44 to name a few show us that: We can state that things in life are horrible like Kurt’s death. Something has to be done because things can’t stay the same. We won’t accept the present situation because it’s not fair and it’s unjust. It’s God’s obligation to change the situation. Lament is the way that we process pain. Naming our feelings and our pain, then pains lessens its strength and strangle hold on our life and faith. In our distress we can yell at God, “how long?” because he listens to us. He responds with Jesus Christ’s crucifixion. Christ has been victorious over death, and when Christ comes again he will usher in the fullness of the Kingdom of God. There will be no more pain and suffering, and we can continue to come directly before God to speak with him. We will no longer cry out “How long, O lord.” God will restore all of his creation and end pain and suffering forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;We will sing like the Psalmist "the LORD's praise, for he has been good to me." Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-4496162373560979301?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2008/10/pslam-13-my-first-sermon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-3199113735594783487</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 21:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-18T13:16:47.062-07:00</atom:updated><title>Chicago!</title><description>I've escaped Grand Rapids for a week and half in Chicago. I've been enjoying running by the lake in the mornings (well whenever I decide to get out of bed), watching TV, hanging out with my college friends, and exploring the city. Also, I went to an old motorcycle bar called the Twisted Spoke with Sarah and a woman from her church. I ate a half pound burger with everything on it-it was soooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story of one of my marriage proposal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter questioned me, "Are you sure you want everything on it? It has like 4 kinds of cheese on it."&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Why, not?"&lt;br /&gt;He responded, "That's so awesome."&lt;br /&gt;I finished the hamburger and ate some of my fries and the pickle. He came back and asked, "Did you eat the whole thing without any help?"&lt;br /&gt;Me, "Yep." That was all I could muster because I was so full.&lt;br /&gt;He asked, "If you like beer, I'd marry you."&lt;br /&gt;Me, "I like beer too." I thought he was going to buy me one, but no luck.&lt;br /&gt;He went on to say something about me probably not wanting his number (which was true.) I was having trouble listening to him since I was so full. Here's the documentary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/SFgyqCvxNVI/AAAAAAAAAME/WbDE4e6w6nQ/s1600-h/IMG_3567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/SFgyqCvxNVI/AAAAAAAAAME/WbDE4e6w6nQ/s320/IMG_3567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212972266554471762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beginning....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/SFgy6cVUsyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/s7I9Bvqgp08/s1600-h/IMG_3569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/SFgy6cVUsyI/AAAAAAAAAMM/s7I9Bvqgp08/s320/IMG_3569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212972548300780322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/SFg0mYAq3SI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RnJUuUaLToo/s1600-h/IMG_3571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/SFg0mYAq3SI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RnJUuUaLToo/s320/IMG_3571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212974402566282530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could barely get it in my mouth. There were like 6 pieces of bacon (not the thin precooked kind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/SFgzzV4qRzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/K6aFi8Msbag/s1600-h/IMG_3572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/SFgzzV4qRzI/AAAAAAAAAMk/K6aFi8Msbag/s320/IMG_3572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212973525822490418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the first bite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/SFgzkUywssI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qjazbURzEjc/s1600-h/IMG_3574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/SFgzkUywssI/AAAAAAAAAMc/qjazbURzEjc/s320/IMG_3574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212973267831272130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sooo happy right now. It's so good.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/SFg2H4epIPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kfY2CSegu1I/s1600-h/IMG_3575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/SFg2H4epIPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/kfY2CSegu1I/s320/IMG_3575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212976077729243378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The end...I'm wishing I would have stopped 20 bites ago. I was experiencing a massive food coma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-3199113735594783487?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2008/06/chicago.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/SFgyqCvxNVI/AAAAAAAAAME/WbDE4e6w6nQ/s72-c/IMG_3567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-1925287358127286550</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 19:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-07T12:31:42.343-07:00</atom:updated><title>Hmm...too much time...</title><description>I keep thinking that I'm going to get back and update everyone. Well it's been a while, and I can't remember everything that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;1. At the beginning of May, I went home for Tulip Time. I had a great time with my family and friends. Also, I ate a TON of food which is the main point of Tulip Time.&lt;br /&gt;2. I finished the end of my second year of seminary on May 16. It was horribly busy, and I felt that I did mediocre work. I've gotten some of my grades back, and they were not as high as I was hoping. Luckily my scholarships don't count on a GPA neither will my job. There's not much difference between 3.6 and a 3.5, well that's what I keep telling myself. I can't believe I have 2 years of seminary past me.&lt;br /&gt;3. I started a 2 week summer class on May 19, yeah I had a weekend before I started classes again. NOT enough! I was still pretty burnt out. The class was on Urban Ministries but there was only 2 of us in the class. The other guy was in his upper fifties, and he help me know it everyday. It was a hard class to go to because discussions were a little lopsided. I had to write a short paper and then a 15-18 page paper. This almost killed me because I couldn't focus that long. Anyways, I choose the topic of Spiritual Warfare. I don't really remember learning about it in school or church. The CRC has had some discussion lately due to the Synodical 2007 Study Report on 3rd Wave Pentacostalism (which is a review of the stance in 1973). Also CRCpublications has published two books that touch on the subjects-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Signs and Wonders: Reformed look at the Spirit's ongoing work &lt;/span&gt;by Algera and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spiritual Warfare: what the Bible teaches, what you need to know &lt;/span&gt;by Jeff Stam. The main thing that I came away with after writing the paper is that the Devil works on 3 fronts. Evil works through our sinful nature (indirectly-also referred to as fleshly desires), the world and it's evil systems&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;and the devil's and demon's direct involvement (the cosmic warfare of good and evil). In Reformed Circles we are really good at recognizing the first two-our sinful state and the evil world systems, but we shy away from the third. We are scarred that we'll be labeled fanatic Pentecostals or charismatics to name things as a the active, direct work of the devil. But it's a reality the devil is active in our world-in North America. We should be able to name evil-the source of it-without trying to put the blame on our actions. Some things are just out of our control because Satan is assaulting, attacking us. The ONLY thing to do is pray for God's intervening. We can't do anything, Satan's too powerful. Now the danger (which many Reformed people are validly concerned about) is becoming consumed with the work of the devil by trying to name and rank the demons or living in fear of his actions. We cannot live lives of fear, but we live in lives of hope that Jesus has conquered the Devil through Jesus' death and resurrection. We live in the Kingdom of God, and the devil has been defeated. When Jesus comes again the Kingdom of God will come to full completion. There will be no more sin. This is what we must focus on-this is our hope and joy. We must acknowledge the evil in the world and try to diminish as much as possible. But when it comes down to it, we have to have faith that God will do the fighting for us. He will continue to bring forth His Kingdom in this world. (Maybe I should be come a preacher?!? Haha, NOOOO way!) I just wanted to share that with you.&lt;br /&gt;4. I finished my paper on Sunday, and started a new class on Monday.... In between finishing and Monday, I got a flat tire. 3.5 hours later, I was back on the road. I had to get 4 different people to help me....so annoying! I've finished my second class on "The Theology and Practice of Pastoral Ministry." It was a great class. The only downside is that it's over and it was 6 hours every day Mon-Thur and 3 hours on Friday. I'll write what I took away from that class after I've finished the papers and books. Plus, this post is getting a little long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-1925287358127286550?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmmtoo-much-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-6216920594303932168</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2008 17:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-19T11:12:22.245-07:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday to Me and other such stuff...</title><description>It's official. I'm 24. I've been 24 for a week, and it's not that great. The only difference is now I have to buy my own health insurance-which basically means I'm going the buy the cheapest plan and skip any annual check up visits until I get a "real job..." The good things is that I'm pretty healthy and don't have any major meds that I take.&lt;br /&gt;The birthday itself was uneventful because I spent most of the day in the airport and driving back to GR. I was going back to school from spring break in TX.  All in all it was a good trip. We spent most of the time pool side and playing cards.  (Pictures to come)&lt;br /&gt;My elder sent me a card asking me to let the church know what I was up to, so I thought I would include the letter on my blog for your enjoyment...or just stop reading after this if you aren't interested. (I won't be offended because it's kind of long...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Things are going pretty well at Calvin Seminary despite that it keeps me very busy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m finishing up my 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; quarter of my second year at seminary. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I finally seem to be getting the hang of this seminary thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My first year was very hard adapting to a different kind of learning and environment. This year, I’m more familiar with what the professors require, but this year has been difficult I’m learning Greek and Hebrew at the same time! I have about 500+ Greek and 300+ Hebrew vocabulary words getting jumbled around in&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;my mind. God has been so faithful in guiding me and strengthening me, so that I have been able to maintain a high GPA to be eligible for scholarships each year. I am anticipating graduation in May of 2009 with a Master’s in Divinity degree. Due to the curriculum changes in the last year, I have decided to finish my Master’s of Divinity degree in three years instead of four years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This requires me to take a couple of summer classes right after the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; quarter ends. I can’t believe only have a year left! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I will have to finish my 10 week congregational based internship after I graduate. I’ve been debating about extending my internship to a yearlong internship at a Christian school (maybe at an overseas missionary school?) I am planning on receiving my degree, but I am not going to candidate or seek ordination. I really feel God calling me to teach in a classroom setting. Part of my program requires that I preach 6 sermons, but since I’m not going to be ordained the field education coordinator will allow me to replace the sermons with chapel speeches at local Christian schools. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While in seminary, I’ve grown so much and been challenged to evaluate my beliefs and my reasons for why I hold those beliefs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t worry, I’m still Reformed to the core! Some of the issues I’ve been wrestling with:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Women in Office/Ministry. I feel caught in the middle at times in discussions surrounding this topic because of the stance of our classis and church, my female classmates, and what the Bible says. I do not feel God’s leading me to be ordained to serve in the church, but after studying the Scriptures I am still somewhat confused.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do not see a clear “answer” in the Bible other than to continually be faithful to God’s laws and be led by the spirit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I see and cannot deny the God given gifts of preaching, pastoral care, and leadership in my Christian sisters, and I have listened to their call stories to the ministry. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I just got back from a week long seminar called SCUPE: God’s Reign in Our City sponsored by the Seminary Consortium for Urban Pastoral Education. The seminar focused on God’s work in urban settings and the challenges and issues that are relevant to that setting (which could spill into our future ministry. During the seminars focused working poor, returning citizens who have been incarcerated, evangelism to Muslims, and unjust wars, I felt convicted through the workshops that I attended to begin to identify injustice that I see around me-the systems that perpetuate and exacerbate injustice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also how I contribute to and if I fight against injustice. Social justice is often seen as a negative thing, but it’s our calling to love ourselves but also to love our neighbors. I’ve been evaluating how the church that I am attending in GR is loving and ministering to their immediate local community. What ministries are they doing to meet the needs of those in the community and at the same time living and speaking the Gospel in the world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After I finish my summer classes in mid/late June, I will begin preparing to help lead the “Facing Your Future” program hosted by the seminary. The focus of the program is to promote ministry as a lifelong vocation. I attended when I was in high school after being nominated by Pastor Zeilstra and Mr. Jason Leif, and I learned so much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It helped discern my calling, introduced me to lifelong ministry friends, and challenged me to think about how my knowledge of God should really influence my daily life. For the first 10 days, the participates listen to lectures by seminary professors, learn about the different CRC ministries, and visit different CRC churches in Grand Rapids and other religious worship spaces. I encourage the council and pastor to evaluate the young people in our congregation, search out leaders, and nominate them to participate on the program. The “Facing Your Future” program was the best high school program I have experienced due to its focus and depth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you for letting me take your time to share with you what is going on in my life. I’m excited to see how God is working in our church and community. I’m planning on visiting home for Tulip Time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lola Spoelstra is making me a new costume, so look for me in the baby parade! If you have any questions or comments please find me after church on the Sunday after Tulip Time. Thank you so much for all of your prayers and support not only during my time at seminary but throughout my life as I’m discerning God’s leading in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-6216920594303932168?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-to-me-and-other-such.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-5108766649592827988</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 12:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-28T05:47:53.037-07:00</atom:updated><title>Snow...</title><description>It snowed again last night...ugh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-5108766649592827988?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2008/03/snow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-9006411243398737546</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 21:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-26T14:10:33.176-07:00</atom:updated><title>Spring?</title><description>I'm ready for spring.  It just keeps snowing.  Last weekend, was ridiculous-almost all of the churches canceled their Good Friday services. We got so much snow, it's finally beginning to disappear today-it's still only low 40's not including windchill.  Luckily I'm leaving for spring break in a week and half...Texas here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-9006411243398737546?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-2250031937969546611</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 15:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-19T08:27:56.738-07:00</atom:updated><title>I got in!</title><description>Last night I found out that I'm going to be an FYF leader this summer!  (I was nervous because there were more applicants than leader positions.) Calvin Seminary runs a  3 week program called "Facing your Future" in July for high school juniors and seniors. The program is focused on encouraging the students to seriously consider ministry as a life long vocation. Ministry, in this context, is focused on working with the church or denominational agencies.  (Ministry in the general sense is what we as Christians are called to in all of life whatever our job is.) The students spend about half of the program in Grand Rapids learning from seminary professor lectures, visiting various religious institutions, theologically reflecting in small groups, and having a little fun doing it. Then in the second half they go to an excursion site to see concretely ministry in the world like church planting with Home Missions, World Relief,  World missions work.  I'm so excited to have the opportunity to work with high school students again because I'll be able to apply some of the things that I've learned from seminary. Also, I'll hope to renew my calling/excited to do ministry with them...sometimes I get too caught up and bogged down doing homework and getting good grades that I forget about the ministry calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've trying 2 new things.  I'm taking salsa lessons with a friend.  I'm terrible at it-horrible...but hopefully I'll get better.  It's fun, but frustrating at the same time.  I'm learning to play ping-pong. We have a table at seminary, and it's a nice change of pace during a day of class. I'm not ready to take on the Korean students, but I'm beginning to get as good as the Americans.  I've been working on my topspin forehand-luckily my tennis skills are somewhat beneficial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-2250031937969546611?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-got-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-6416249685852289021</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 05:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-06T21:13:55.894-08:00</atom:updated><title>Keep it coming!</title><description>I just saw 3/5 of my grades from last quarter.  I dodged some bullets; I think the professors were feeling a bit generous.  I guess I didn't fail my Ethics exams (by the grace of God) and ended up with a B...usually I hate B's, but in this case I'll take it. I just don't want to ever have to take another class like that again (but sadly I have to next year with the same professor).  And my preaching and Greek grades were a bit higher than I was thinking.  I might pull out the semester with 1 B and a smattering of A-'s (cross your fingers for an A in Worship class).  I can deal with that! Especially after my horrible winter quarter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-6416249685852289021?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2008/03/keep-it-coming.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-1771095791328363283</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 18:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-28T11:29:29.886-08:00</atom:updated><title>Too long!</title><description>Okay, it's been a while.  Here's a quick update:&lt;br /&gt;1. I checked out of real life for about a month.  I was so incredibly busy as my winter quarter was winding down. In the last 2 weeks of the quarter I had 4 exams, 2 quizzes, 3 papers (one was a 15 page Greek exegetical paper). I didn't really sleep at all maybe 3-5 hours a night, and the week before wasn't that great either with another Hebrew quiz and a couple of more assignments due. By the grace of God I got through those last weeks.  I finished on Wednesday Feb. 20 at 12pm. I have no idea how things are going to turn out. I don't think my input (the hours spent studying and preparing) will equal my output (text and paper performance), which is pretty disappointing.  Although, I just found out my Hebrew grades.  I've never worked so hard for a class; I'd study for 30 hours for a weekly quiz and get a C! I finally saw some improvement from receiving F's on my first couple quizzes to getting an A on the final exam.  The professor gave a B+/A- as a final grade for the class, but I have no idea what that really means.&lt;br /&gt;2. The seminary gave us a 4 day weekend to try to recover and prepare ourselves for another quarter.  It wasn't long enough! I spent most of it almost comatose in front of the TV watching Alias on DVD and movies from Blockbuster (I signed up for the 2 week free trial!).  It was great.  I did manage the clean the apartment, but that was about it.  It was great, and what I really needed.&lt;br /&gt;3. Monday classes started, and I think that I like them better than last quarter.  (Which is good because I didn't like most of them).  I'm taking a New Testament Gospels; Old Testament Narrative; Personal Evangelism, Discipleship, and Cross-cultural ministry; and a systematic theology class Holy Spirit, Church, and Kingdom. I think that I'll have less homework than last quarter (but that doesn't take much), but I think I'll have too much work to be able to get a part-time waitressing job. But we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;4. I've discovered a gem of a deal!  I purchased a $5 bus ticket for 10 rides. I can ride one bus from Calvin campus downtown, and it only takes about 25-30 minutes one way. It's so nice to get away from campus, and downtown Grand Rapids it's not too bad. I save so much because I don't have to pay for gas or parking in the day.  It's not much longer to take the bus than drive and try to find a parking spot.  I hope to begin to explore the downtown shops and coffeeshops more in the coming months.&lt;br /&gt;5. On Friday's I play indoor tennis with 7 Korean pastors and seminary students. It's a ton of fun, except I usually don't understand what they are saying.  I've definitely seen improvement in my game from when I started (although I was pretty rustly when I started).  I still struggle with my forehand, but my serve is something to be reckoned with.  Anyways, I'll stop rambling now, and I promise to be better at keeping up with the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-1771095791328363283?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2008/02/too-long.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-81908944050052612</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2008 17:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-05T09:57:45.831-08:00</atom:updated><title>New Years in Chicago</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/R3_C3ugURCI/AAAAAAAAALA/pHfCOHdC4-E/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/R3_C3ugURCI/AAAAAAAAALA/pHfCOHdC4-E/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152050761367307298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the first time in many years, I didn't celebrate New Years in Pella.  New Years is a strange holiday because it's so hyped up-but there isn't much to do.  I've never liked the holiday much except that it used to mark the new start of a semester in college.  This year, I had a good time with my college friends, we ordered in and then went to a friend's house. It was low key and a great time.  I rocked guitar-hero (well I was playing on easy and the person I was against was playing expert) and dominated my opponent. &lt;br /&gt;I don't really feel like it's a New Year because I'm half way through my quarter. I still have to take 2 midterm exams and write tons of papers...it seems like August should truly be the start of my "New Year." I'm sure I'll get used to it.  Happy 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/R3_CU-gURAI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Y7T37-Eo7X4/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/R3_CU-gURAI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Y7T37-Eo7X4/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152050164366853122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/R3_CP-gUQ_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ynHlRDewmNo/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/R3_CP-gUQ_I/AAAAAAAAAKo/ynHlRDewmNo/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152050078467507186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This the only picture I have that you can see my nose ring.  It's pretty small, and I think I like it more every day.  (Except when I forget I have it and pull it out accidentally.)   After a couple of weeks, I think I'm going to replace this little stud with a 2 karat cubic zirconia...just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of my great time with my family in Pella are coming...I forgot my camera in Grand Rapids, so I'll be posting them soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-81908944050052612?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-in-chicago.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/R3_C3ugURCI/AAAAAAAAALA/pHfCOHdC4-E/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-6080986998388942706</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 00:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-27T16:53:06.965-08:00</atom:updated><title>It's Christmas...</title><description>I'm in Pella for the holidays. The seminary gives us a almost two weeks of vacation for Christmas, but for some ridiculous reason they scheduled us to come back on a Friday. It would have been nice to start on Monday and get a couple more days of break.  I've been trying to study Hebrew because I'm doing horribly in it. I don't know how I'll ever fit all of the vocabulary into my brain. I've had a pretty blessed life.  When I put forth effort, I usually see positive results...not so in Hebrew.  I'm a complete dunce!  I just hope I can pass; otherwise I'll be in seminary for another year. &lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I get depressed just thinking about it.  Other things that have happened over break.  My whole family was here (including my ridiculously cute nephews).  It was really good to see everyone despite my annoying cold.  My sister-in-law and I bonded with a trip to Des Moines where she convinced me to get my nose pierced . It was painless for the most part. I have wanted to get it done since I was 15, but I never got it done (trying to respect the parents). My sister-in-law is very persuasive, so I go it done. I like it-except when I hit myself in the face.  Yeah, it happens-especially with a cold!&lt;br /&gt;These next couple of days, I'm planning on studying in the ONE coffee shop in Pella (the lack of choice is annoying), reading Anne of Green Gables, watching TV, and hanging out with friends and family.  I think I'll be rested and ready for school in a week or so (well I guess I'll have to be either way).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-6080986998388942706?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-8542396573482038815</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 19:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-06T12:03:49.613-08:00</atom:updated><title>New Pens and Pencils</title><description>I'm trying to stop procrastinating this quarter.  I tried to sike myself by buying new school supplies.  The school supplies are great.  I highly recommend Pilot v7RT ball point clicker pens, they've made me fall in love all over again with underlining my readings.  :)  The downside that my new school supplies aren't helping my procrastination.  Oh well there is always next quarter to work on it.  Maybe I'm just perpetuating the vicious cycle and just accept the fact that I'm a procrastinator.  I like to work under pressure, maybe I'm a closet adrenaline junkie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-8542396573482038815?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-pens-and-pencils.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-7120456847191201753</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 01:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-18T17:41:31.845-08:00</atom:updated><title>I'm DONE!</title><description>I'm completely finished with my Fall quarter of classes...and it feels so good.  I'm spending a couple of days in Chicago with some friends and then heading home for some good quality time with my family in Iowa.   It feels so great...I'm planning on relaxing the entire time by catching up on some of my favorite TV episodes like the Office.  Tomorrow I'm heading to the Shedd Aquarium with some seminary friends...I'm excited....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-7120456847191201753?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-done.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-8909831366841688039</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 04:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-12T20:33:56.144-08:00</atom:updated><title>I'm ready for home...</title><description>I'm ready for the quarter to be over...4 more days. It seems so far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-8909831366841688039?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-ready-for-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-3241500337844103002</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2007 01:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-31T19:16:34.809-07:00</atom:updated><title>Support</title><description>This is what keeps me sane, grounded, and laughing my friends and family...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/Ryk2ojlt92I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ab8EIURumPk/s1600-h/DSCN1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/Ryk2ojlt92I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ab8EIURumPk/s320/DSCN1104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127689721114130274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Dad-he's great if you haven't met him you should.  I think that I need more pictures on my computer of my family...this is one of the few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/Ryk0pDlt91I/AAAAAAAAAKY/5FhgWinhfI4/s1600-h/DSCN1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/Ryk0pDlt91I/AAAAAAAAAKY/5FhgWinhfI4/s320/DSCN1695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127687530680809298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends from "home" who have lived with me through many, many years of ridiculousness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RykzMDlt9wI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ErSO3FPsSNE/s1600-h/A+group+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RykzMDlt9wI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ErSO3FPsSNE/s320/A+group+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127685932952975106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends who walk along beside me at Calvin Seminary and understand what happens to a QAL stem of a YQTL verb  with a waw conversive....I'm still trying to figure it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RykzWzlt9yI/AAAAAAAAAKE/2x9ji4rKB5Q/s1600-h/Scholarship+Banquet...Adam+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RykzWzlt9yI/AAAAAAAAAKE/2x9ji4rKB5Q/s320/Scholarship+Banquet...Adam+and+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127686117636568866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hebrew Buddies forever...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RykzRTlt9xI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PNYFM7Uzqic/s1600-h/Sagatuck4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RykzRTlt9xI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PNYFM7Uzqic/s320/Sagatuck4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127686023147288338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roommates who are so incredibly encouraging and know just what I need!  Like a excuse to&lt;br /&gt;leave Grand Rapids and watch the sunset over the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has truly blessed me with great friends and family.  (Sorry to any of you that I didn't put a photo up of you...I still love you all the same!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-3241500337844103002?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2007/10/support.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/Ryk2ojlt92I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ab8EIURumPk/s72-c/DSCN1104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-7433218760517519362</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2007 01:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-31T18:58:44.619-07:00</atom:updated><title>Finished with Hebrew!</title><description>I took my Hebrew Final today....It feels so great to have that gorilla off of my back.  I started the course almost one year ago today.  I remember visiting my friend Sarah Franken in Chicago during my Thanksgiving break.  I had so many naive dreams and aspirations about Hebrew during that time in my life. After Sarah went to work, I found my way to the nearest coffee shop.  I ordered coffee and a scone and opened up my bright green Lambin Hebrew Textbook.  The following events are still a little unclear because I was completely disoriented and utterly confused after paging through the "Introductory Paragraphs," reading, and then rereading over and over.  I was so confused and didn't even know how to formulate questions.  I remember feeling a huge lump forming in my stomach which eventually migrated to my back which was filled with despair, confusion, hopelessness, and anger.  I had to change my attitude that Hebrew was something that I had to endure and grit my teeth and bear. &lt;br /&gt;But I'm finished with 6 credit On-Line Hebrew class, it's over and I passed.  I don't think I passed the final exam, but I passed the class.  That's what counts.  I may seen over dramatic but until you have experience it don't judge.   It sucked me dry-spiritually, emotionally, intellectually.  I'm told that when I take the Old Testament exegetical class on Jonah I'll begin to like Hebrew and even see some usefulness.  I'm a little skeptic, but hoping that it's true that this last year hasn't been a waste of time spending hundreds of hours in front of computer.  Myself worth isn't found in the grade that I get from a stupid 10 question multiple choice quiz that tries to trick me into getting answers wrong.  (example:  One of the answers for the quiz was either Poel or Po'el-who cares how the English spell the verb category for the Hebrew verb stem?  I still knew what it meant!)  I'm done, and I'm happy. I'll savor it for a couple of minutes, but then I have to return back to the reality that the quarter is ending in about a week.  I have to get back to writing my systematic theology paper; it's a never ending cycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-7433218760517519362?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2007/10/finished-with-hebrew.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-6397043631431435198</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 02:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-22T19:28:10.640-07:00</atom:updated><title>What the?</title><description>I just registered for Winter Quarter's classes.  I can't believe it's that time.  I still have about 3 weeks of school yet, but I ONLY have 3 weeks to finish a boat load of papers and study for tests.  I hope some of this education is sticking-sometimes I don't know if it is.  I want to really get all that I can from seminary, but sometimes it just seems like I'm doing what I can to keep my head above water.  I was writing a paper about my internships for a little "testimonial" in my small group, and I reminded of what ministry was and what it felt like.  It's good to be reminded that there is light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-6397043631431435198?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2007/10/what.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-9145486509428616393</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2007 17:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-13T10:31:55.134-07:00</atom:updated><title>Theodicy - I don't really understand it all...</title><description>Reformed theology is "sound, structured, logical", but how does it apply to real life?  Sometimes the intellectual abstract ideas and truths don't really hit into real life.  How can a God who is Sovereign, Good, Loving, Merciful let such horrible things happen in the world.  Yes I believe God is in control of everything, but why does He let people suffer so much on earth.  I just found out that one of my best friend's mom has cancer-it's like they can't get a break from the destruction of sin in their life.  I know He's going to renew everything when Jesus comes again, but it's hard to find real comfort right here on earth and right now.   God doesn't promise us a peaceful or easy existence on earth, and He doesn't have to explain why He allows good and bad things to happen.  It would just be much easier for us if He did; I guess that's were faith comes in to fill in the gaps.  It's still hard, and it still sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-9145486509428616393?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2007/10/theodicy-i-dont-really-understand-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-7682961520713219122</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2007 00:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-27T17:35:45.993-07:00</atom:updated><title>School's In Session...</title><description>I'm about 1/3 of the way through fall quarter, but I haven't gotten into the swing of school yet.  I'm lacking focus, motivation, and in general positive feelings towards school.  I think one of the major reason for it all is that I'm still tired from this summer.  The summer was good but not at all restful. After 1 month in Europe, 1 month jammed packed with Hebrew, and 5 weeks in a Chicago for an internship.  Hebrew continues to be like an omnipresent gorilla on my back (I've been working on it since last Thanksgiving)!  It's hard to explain unless you've taken it on-line.  It's really frustrating.  I'm about 60% of the way through, and I have to finish before November 15.  I can't wait until then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-7682961520713219122?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2007/09/schools-in-session.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-7161438274751157553</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Aug 2007 06:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-31T07:34:58.144-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>My roommate Chelsey and I went to Ontario for a wedding (which was amazing!)  We stopped by Niagara Falls along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RtZgp8NEhjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/PeLFeWlKws8/s1600-h/Niagara+Falls+%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RtZgp8NEhjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/PeLFeWlKws8/s320/Niagara+Falls+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104373501322888754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RtZf18NEhgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZvUkgkOKgjk/s1600-h/Niagara+Falls+%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RtZf18NEhgI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZvUkgkOKgjk/s320/Niagara+Falls+%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104372607969691138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RtZgY8NEhiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yhwCWXBpWNo/s1600-h/Niagara+Falls+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RtZgY8NEhiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/yhwCWXBpWNo/s320/Niagara+Falls+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104373209265112610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave is one of our friends from seminary, and he was a national tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RtZgNMNEhhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lO4cNc90CEQ/s1600-h/Niagara+Falls+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RtZgNMNEhhI/AAAAAAAAAJc/lO4cNc90CEQ/s320/Niagara+Falls+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104373007401649682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RtZfoMNEhfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OwzcV0i0-u0/s1600-h/Jumbo+%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RtZfoMNEhfI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OwzcV0i0-u0/s320/Jumbo+%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104372371746489842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also stopped by St. Thomas, and we visited the memoral that commemorated the killing of Jumbo the Elephant.  The town was known as a meeting place for trains from the east and west; also one of the trains ran into Jumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RtZfQMNEheI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1DkBEqCQb6A/s1600-h/Navy+Pier+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RtZfQMNEheI/AAAAAAAAAJE/1DkBEqCQb6A/s320/Navy+Pier+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104371959429629410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the summer, my legs decided to catch up to the rest of me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-7161438274751157553?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-roommate-chelsey-and-i-went-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RtZgp8NEhjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/PeLFeWlKws8/s72-c/Niagara+Falls+%2810%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-5535966204623478147</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2007 19:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-29T12:32:40.133-07:00</atom:updated><title>It's been a while...</title><description>I finished my internship in Chicago.  Although, I didn't end up doing much or really anything at it; I did have lot of time to explore the city.  I love the city for many reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. There are a lot of amazing ministries and organizations that are ministering to the city through different and innovative programs and ways. &lt;br /&gt;2. Free concerts, amazing parks, museums, street festivals.&lt;br /&gt;3. Great friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love public transportation-it makes life so much easier than trying to find a parking spot.&lt;br /&gt;5. Walking around-I excercised without even knowing it. &lt;br /&gt;6. Fun restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;7. Team Jewel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm less than a week from school starting in GR.   I've finally moved in and settled into my apartment...for the most part.  Our kitchen is still a mess, but my bedroom's put together.   I'm not ready for it...in fact I'm feeling pretty apathetic to the whole thing.  I'm not exciting for school or even nervous for it.  A lot of the anxiety of the unknown has lessened because I have a year of seminary completed.  Hebrew is still an everpresent dark cloud that looms over my head.  I hate the start of a new quarter because I hate trying to get all of my books together-to find good deals and try to guess which books the professors aren't really ever going to use...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-5535966204623478147?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-while.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-3867803639645790858</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 22:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-25T15:52:20.236-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tara's Wedding!</title><description>I spent last weekend flying to Seattle because on of my best friends from college was getting married!  It was so great to see all of my roommates from junior year because we haven't all been together since graduation a year ago.  We can't wait until the next wedding-hopefully someone gets married within the next five years! No pressure Sarah F or Becca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RqfSjf8TfJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_CH3IOSjMBI/s1600-h/DSCN1695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RqfSjf8TfJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_CH3IOSjMBI/s320/DSCN1695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091269411077323922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RqfTff8TfLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZTbI7OuWKVE/s1600-h/n148300111_30211714_9603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RqfTff8TfLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZTbI7OuWKVE/s320/n148300111_30211714_9603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091270441869474994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RqfTJf8TfKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Vy4-nvhkEfU/s1600-h/DSCN1715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RqfTJf8TfKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Vy4-nvhkEfU/s320/DSCN1715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091270063912352930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RqfSTv8TfII/AAAAAAAAAIk/GM4QC3b4Kn4/s1600-h/n148300111_30211709_8527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RqfSTv8TfII/AAAAAAAAAIk/GM4QC3b4Kn4/s320/n148300111_30211709_8527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091269140494384258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RqfSNv8TfHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6o3XK1jD1pw/s1600-h/n148300612_30212561_7915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RqfSNv8TfHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/6o3XK1jD1pw/s320/n148300612_30212561_7915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091269037415169138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RqfQMf8TfGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PuEhupj7B30/s1600-h/n148300612_30212565_8796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RqfQMf8TfGI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PuEhupj7B30/s320/n148300612_30212565_8796.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091266816917077090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-3867803639645790858?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2007/07/taras-wedding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RqfSjf8TfJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_CH3IOSjMBI/s72-c/DSCN1695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-1118336451525901699</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2007 04:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-04T22:11:36.212-07:00</atom:updated><title>I love my nephews...</title><description>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I decided that I needed a change of scenery, so I am spending an entire week with my 2 brothers, sister-in-law, and my 2 nephews.  It's been amazing.  Although, my Hebrew studies are suffering due to my own lack of motivation and overwhelming frustration and better things to do-like playing with my nephews and chatting with my sister-in-law Denae! At then end of the week, my parents and sisters are coming up to join us all because Max is getting baptized.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;In general, I like kids, but my nephews are amazing.  I'm being completely unbiased with a completely objective opinion...haha or something like that! Seriously though,  I am completely in love with them and fascinated by them. Mitchell is only a year and half, but he's so incredibly smart with a huge vocabulary.  The doctors say that his intelligence level is about a 4 year olds', and he's about size of about a 3 year old.  My favorite things about Mitchell are:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;1.He calls me “Auntie Sarah.”  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;2. When he wants something, he'll used sign language to say please.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;3. He has the cutest white boy dance ever.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;4. When he asks what something is, and after you tell him he'll repeat the word over a couple of times.  Then he remembers it later on!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Maxwell (Max) is a few of months old, and he's already so big.  He's so incredibly content and happy (unless he's hungry-but give the kid a break! I'm crabby when I'm hungry too!)  If he's fed and has a clean diaper-he just sits around and coo's and smiles.  I love it!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a couple of pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/Rox64zCRogI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qtH5up7jeE8/s1600-h/different.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/Rox64zCRogI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qtH5up7jeE8/s320/different.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083573195585462786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, how can you not think they are adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/Rox7NjCRoiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3_Y3kefz0kI/s1600-h/june+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/Rox7NjCRoiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3_Y3kefz0kI/s320/june+2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083573552067748386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mitchell loves food...I think he gets that from his Auntie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/Rox7DDCRohI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VjI5yGN-Pug/s1600-h/New+computer+may+2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/Rox7DDCRohI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VjI5yGN-Pug/s320/New+computer+may+2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083573371679121938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My older brother, Brian is really into computers/he's a computer geek.  Brian is hoping that his son walks in his footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/Rox7rTCRokI/AAAAAAAAAIM/481xAOB-p2g/s1600-h/june+2007+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/Rox7rTCRokI/AAAAAAAAAIM/481xAOB-p2g/s320/june+2007+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083574063168856642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Maxwell. The top picture is so funny.  It looks like he's being mugged or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/Rox7XjCRojI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SRV_RDj3b1M/s1600-h/Max+june+2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/Rox7XjCRojI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SRV_RDj3b1M/s320/Max+june+2007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083573723866440242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-1118336451525901699?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-love-my-nephews.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/Rox64zCRogI/AAAAAAAAAHs/qtH5up7jeE8/s72-c/different.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-1163594389157430917</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2007 05:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-02T22:24:35.337-07:00</atom:updated><title>Amsterdam, Netherlands</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RoncozCRofI/AAAAAAAAAHk/b4JyOIlBajA/s1600-h/Amsterdam+%2811%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RoncozCRofI/AAAAAAAAAHk/b4JyOIlBajA/s320/Amsterdam+%2811%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082836247916945906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The buildings are beautiful, and it reminded me of home in Pella, Iowa.  I spent a couple of days in Amsterdam, and it was strangely familiar.  Although, I didn't see anyone wearing wooden shoes or Dutch costumes.  They also clean the streets with zamboni like machines unlike Tulip Time in Pella where we use buckets suspended from wooden yokes and straw brooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/Ronb1jCRoeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DbpDJZVEqQw/s1600-h/Amsterdam+%289%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/Ronb1jCRoeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DbpDJZVEqQw/s320/Amsterdam+%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082835367448650210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Narrow streets...not really made for 2 way traffic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonbDzCRodI/AAAAAAAAAHU/U2fRd79C2Ks/s1600-h/Amsterdam+%2815%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonbDzCRodI/AAAAAAAAAHU/U2fRd79C2Ks/s320/Amsterdam+%2815%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082834512750158290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The house in the middle with the green first level is the Anne Frank House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonaYzCRocI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Rm4jh-owvqM/s1600-h/Amsterdam+%2821%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonaYzCRocI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Rm4jh-owvqM/s320/Amsterdam+%2821%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082833774015783362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The canals in the NL are slightly better than the one in Pella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonZ_zCRobI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tTDL4XOrlYU/s1600-h/Amsterdam+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonZ_zCRobI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tTDL4XOrlYU/s320/Amsterdam+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082833344519053746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonZoTCRoaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mJM0asZFUO0/s1600-h/Amsterdam+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonZoTCRoaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mJM0asZFUO0/s320/Amsterdam+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082832940792127906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;House boats on the canal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonZFTCRoZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CUS1aslwEJ4/s1600-h/Amsterdam+%2820%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonZFTCRoZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CUS1aslwEJ4/s320/Amsterdam+%2820%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082832339496706450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-1163594389157430917?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2007/07/amsterdam-netherlands.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RoncozCRofI/AAAAAAAAAHk/b4JyOIlBajA/s72-c/Amsterdam+%2811%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16947587.post-8243794656019792747</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jul 2007 04:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-02T22:02:32.341-07:00</atom:updated><title>Florence, Italy</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonX1DCRoYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_um7oYPiTY4/s1600-h/Italy-Florence+%2820%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonX1DCRoYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_um7oYPiTY4/s320/Italy-Florence+%2820%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082830960812204418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I had room to buy some local artwork, but I didn't think I could get it back to the US in decent shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonXejCRoXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JoTpOKH3gqE/s1600-h/Italy-Florence+%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonXejCRoXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JoTpOKH3gqE/s320/Italy-Florence+%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082830574265147762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonWIzCRoVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zlHN-KNHU5w/s1600-h/Italy-Florence+%2812%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonWIzCRoVI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zlHN-KNHU5w/s320/Italy-Florence+%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082829101091365202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             The Cathedral - Santa Maria del Fiore was started in 1296 by Arnolfo di Cambio. Many artists worked on Santa Maria del Fiore, such as Giotto, Donatello, Paolo Uccello, Ghiberti and Luca Della Robbia.  It is massive...in general churches in Europe of massive and so ornate.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonXPjCRoWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-mA0u2iS8KM/s1600-h/Italy-Florence+%289%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonXPjCRoWI/AAAAAAAAAGc/-mA0u2iS8KM/s320/Italy-Florence+%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082830316567109986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This painted on the ceiling of the church.  The at the bottom of the painting depicted graphic scenes from Hell and then moved up heaven and Christ.     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonVaDCRoUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0MdrdV0aS8k/s1600-h/Italy-Florence+%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonVaDCRoUI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0MdrdV0aS8k/s320/Italy-Florence+%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082828297932480834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Intersting building...I think it has a lot of character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonUxzCRoTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NryO8dGF7K0/s1600-h/Italy-Florence+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonUxzCRoTI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NryO8dGF7K0/s320/Italy-Florence+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082827606442746162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from our hostel...not to bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonUjTCRoSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZUcLJJ2FoZo/s1600-h/Italy-Florence+%2826%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonUjTCRoSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ZUcLJJ2FoZo/s320/Italy-Florence+%2826%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082827357334642978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonUJTCRoRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/y-jWlvra0ug/s1600-h/Italy-Florence+%2825%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonUJTCRoRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/y-jWlvra0ug/s320/Italy-Florence+%2825%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082826910658044178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonTszCRoQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/uxCl1pU48y0/s1600-h/Italy-Florence+%2823%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonTszCRoQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/uxCl1pU48y0/s320/Italy-Florence+%2823%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082826421031772418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonSaDCRoOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oZ72epobC8A/s1600-h/Italy-Florence+%2828%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonSaDCRoOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/oZ72epobC8A/s320/Italy-Florence+%2828%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082824999397597410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outdoor replica of Michelangelo's David. We saw the real David in the Accademia Gallery, but we weren't allowed to take any pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16947587-8243794656019792747?l=smatherly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://smatherly.blogspot.com/2007/07/florence-italy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sarah)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pIZAGUoZLR0/RonX1DCRoYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_um7oYPiTY4/s72-c/Italy-Florence+%2820%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>