<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637</id><updated>2009-10-17T21:35:19.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyla's Joy</title><subtitle type='html'>A place of joys, struggles, and conversations about life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-7515423206572192958</id><published>2008-10-16T11:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:27:29.276-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>A most insincere apology</title><content type='html'>Dear blogspot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for leaving you. However, I have decided to move on to bigger and better things. My friends are there, and truthfully, it's much prettier. I'm still working on making it look perfect, but you're welcome to visit any time. Let this be my last message to you. So to you, blogspot, may Google never control my life and may we never meet again.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kylajoyful.wordpress.com/"&gt;www.kylajoyful.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-7515423206572192958?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7515423206572192958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=7515423206572192958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/7515423206572192958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/7515423206572192958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/most-insincere-apology.html' title='A most insincere apology'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-2751906671343415010</id><published>2008-10-07T14:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:09:21.314-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>One man's opinion.</title><content type='html'>Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height=""&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z0OzG58pQmM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ihajj.blogspot.com/2008/10/appeal-to-my-fellow-christians-during.html"&gt;See this guy's blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-2751906671343415010?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2751906671343415010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=2751906671343415010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/2751906671343415010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/2751906671343415010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-mans-opinion.html' title='One man&apos;s opinion.'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-6680936807307981581</id><published>2008-10-01T08:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:47:23.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theology. peace'/><title type='text'>Peace v. Sword</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 10:34-36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;34"Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword. 35 For I have come to turn    " 'a man against his father,       a daughter against her mother,    a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law -     36a man's enemies will be the members of his own household.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As a pacifist, I have to admit that I just don't understand this passage. At all. Would love to hear your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-6680936807307981581?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6680936807307981581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=6680936807307981581' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/6680936807307981581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/6680936807307981581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/peace-v-sword.html' title='Peace v. Sword'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-3871086431900272604</id><published>2008-09-26T08:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:53:46.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercy Ministries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi0yjJyUWRA/SNzoyZePhSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/R0ZA_NdYCTc/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250327218135991586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi0yjJyUWRA/SNzoyZePhSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/R0ZA_NdYCTc/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had the priveledge of having lunch with the ladies of Mercy Ministries. An organization I've known about and followed for awhile. I was led to their site this week and that set off a series of events. Enjoy the following description, and, if you're not involved in giving financially to an organization yet, I highly recommend this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"For over 25 years, Mercy Ministries of America has provided hope and healing to generations of desperate young women who are seeking freedom from life-controlling problems such as:&lt;br /&gt;Drug &amp;amp; Alcohol Addictions, Eating Disorders, Depression, Unplanned pregnancy, Physical &amp;amp; Sexual Abuse, Self-Harm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our free-of-charge program serves a diverse population of young women from various socio-economic backgrounds, aged 13-28. Many of the girls, who come to Mercy for help, are facing a combination of debilitating circumstances and have been in various treatment facilities with unsuccessful long-term results. We are committed to providing the young women we serve with the most excellent program services that allow them to recognize their self-worth and prepare them to reach their full potential. Our non-conventional approach to healing allows young women to permanently stop destructive cycles and prepares them to take hope out into their communities."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mercyministries.org/AboutUs/WhoWeAre/Default.aspx"&gt;Check them out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-3871086431900272604?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3871086431900272604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=3871086431900272604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/3871086431900272604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/3871086431900272604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/mercy-ministries.html' title='Mercy Ministries'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi0yjJyUWRA/SNzoyZePhSI/AAAAAAAAAZo/R0ZA_NdYCTc/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-2462309693874551029</id><published>2008-09-24T11:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:06:10.614-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='savior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encourage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pease'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>Purpose and Affirmation</title><content type='html'>Yesterday during lunch, God and I had a little discussion. It consisted of me being frustrated with the purpose of life. Not just life in general, but &lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;life. Through some of the things I've been reading lately, I'm seeing the world in terms of people groups, not individual people. This made me angry with God (or more specifically, angry at my lack of understanding) that he has created the world in a way where large groups of people matter, but individuals don't so much. Repeatedly, I thought of the people we never hear about - 13 year old Israelite girls who wandered in the wilderness for 40 years, 11 year old girls in the middle of the Congo who are caring for all of their family during a war, etc. The people that God allows to be tortured and suffer, along with their families. For what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then back to me - where do I fit in this world? What is my part besides living every day, attempting to pay off my school debt, and being kind to the people around me? Is there really any point to it all? Combine these thoughts with my own insecurities, and I was feeling just plain lost and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to my final CASA training. The last few weeks have been glorious as I've gone through this training. As time-consuming as it was, each class just filled me with joy as I saw that &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; is what brings me joy and fills my soul with passion. So at the last class a few things happened. There was a poem. Written in spanish, translated into English. As the only Spanish speaker in the room, I read it out loud, and was greatly encouraged when one of the CASA employeers pulled me aside and expressed that I speak beautiful spanish. Where did I learn it? This is going to be so good and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 30 minutes to a group activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were practing parts of a investigating a case. The group was to select a spokesperson to deliver the rest of the information. When we sat down to get started, the first thing someone said was "before we even get started I think Kyla needs to be our spokesperson, so let's just get that out of the way now".  Okay, this might seem small, but felt significant. The last few weeks I've been slowly gaining confidence in my abilities, and only a few minutes before the group had eloquently given my thoughts about the quote "Work for justice, act with mercy". I have been affirmed over and over through this class that this is the field I was created to work in.&lt;br /&gt;Sense of purpose? Affirmation and love from God?&lt;br /&gt;I think He deserves some credit on this one. Father, thank you for loving me enough to give me affirmation and encouragement exactly when I need and ask for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-2462309693874551029?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2462309693874551029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=2462309693874551029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/2462309693874551029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/2462309693874551029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/purpose-and-affirmation.html' title='Purpose and Affirmation'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-2407732984854098177</id><published>2008-09-24T09:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:24:45.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='savior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latin america'/><title type='text'>Libertion Theology</title><content type='html'>Currently reading...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249598127274217730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi0yjJyUWRA/SNpRruW8UQI/AAAAAAAAAZI/YyIgILU1amM/s200/books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an excerpt from the introduction, page 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Third world Christians think that people like us read the Bible from the vantage point of our privilege and comfort and screen out those parts that threaten us. They tell us that the basic viewpoint of the biblical writers is that of victims, those who have been cruelly used by society, the poor and oppressed. They further tell us that they are the contemporary counterparts of those biblical victims, cruelly used by contemporary society, the poor and oppressed. Consequently, when they hear the Bible offering hope and liberation to the oppressed of the ancient world, they hear hope and liberation being offered to them as the oppressed of the contemporary world. If God sided with the oppressed back then, they believe God continues to side with the oppressed here and now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is that what the Bible is really all about? Enough third world Christians are saying so, and living changed lives as a result, to impel us to explore the matter and see whether there might be a new word for us as well. We will do this by taking ten familiar biblical episodes and trying to see them through new eyes. The passages have been chosen both because they are important to third world Christians and because they are familiar to us. The texts give us a common meeting ground to compare different interpretations. As we see how others read the Bible, we may get a new understanding of what the biblical message says to us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unexpected News: Reading the Bible with Third World Eyes, Robert McAfee Brown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-2407732984854098177?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2407732984854098177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=2407732984854098177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/2407732984854098177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/2407732984854098177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/libertion-theology.html' title='Libertion Theology'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi0yjJyUWRA/SNpRruW8UQI/AAAAAAAAAZI/YyIgILU1amM/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-2577124531950697369</id><published>2008-09-17T13:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:05:58.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Made Flesh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordmadeflesh.com/images/WMF_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://wordmadeflesh.com/images/WMF_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"We are called by Jesus Christ to birth communities which practice the presence and proclamation of the Kingdom of God among the poorest of the poor. These Kingdom communities will be placed and nurtured within the Two-Thirds World mega-cities. We believe nationals have the greatest opportunity for the intense identification necessary for on-going transformation among the urban poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our method is incarnational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our means is community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our involvement includes advocacy for the poor, ministries of compassion and proclamation of the Good News. We exist that Jesus, the Living Word, be made flesh. Word Made Flesh seeks to enter these regions and others, to serve the poor by pioneering and partnering in mission while seeking to make Jesus, the living Word, flesh among the poor." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;check it out: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordmadeflesh.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wordmadeflesh.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-2577124531950697369?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2577124531950697369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=2577124531950697369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/2577124531950697369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/2577124531950697369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-made-flesh.html' title='Word Made Flesh'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-8165676167835495607</id><published>2008-09-12T16:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:30:16.668-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Food for Thought</title><content type='html'>This made me think a little. Thought I'd share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_mRgyIUuBc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_mRgyIUuBc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-8165676167835495607?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8165676167835495607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=8165676167835495607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/8165676167835495607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/8165676167835495607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-8187239264992892236</id><published>2008-09-12T15:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:08:05.811-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Shout-out to Quality</title><content type='html'>As you may have noticed, I recently discovered the joys of the blog world. Sad, since it's been around for years, but I seem to have a little more time to committ to the online realm of communication nowdays. I've stumbled onto some excellent conversations, and find more daily. If you think of a blog that I may enjoy, feel free to post a comment and let me know about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two that I think deserve a special shout-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fatdaddye.wordpress.com/"&gt;Wonderings of a Wanderer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"As I am writing this, it seems, that I am simply rehashing a few Sunday School clichés. But there is such reassurance when you let the truth sink in. These last couple of weeks have been trying to say the least. But we have to remember that the life we have been given is not our own. God has purpose in everything. And his purposes are good."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KJ commentary: This is a blog of dear friends from my community. Not only does Eric have the best blogroll around (to keep me entertained if he hasn't posted for a few days), but his honest thoughts and opinions always encourage me in my spiritual journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.amoslanka.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Movement, Movement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"What if we were just for a hypothetical moment to consider some of our most entrenched beliefs to be wrong? What would life look like through that lens? What would our friends and family look like though that lens? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Would we, in knowing we could be wrong, be more honest? More transparent? More humble? More graceful? More dependent on each other?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;KJ Commentary: Now I wish I could say I know this guy. I feel like I do most days. Most of my friends have him listed on their blogroll so I stumbled into the relationship. Amos keeps my day moving forward with his entertaining comments, photos, and videos. Thank you, blogger, for telling me when there's been an update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The unfortunate thing about this online realm, is that I don't have the priveledge of having in-person conversations with some of these people. But there are great joys in having the opportunity to know someone I might not have met before. So - stop reading my page and read theirs! You won't be disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-8187239264992892236?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8187239264992892236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=8187239264992892236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/8187239264992892236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/8187239264992892236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/shout-out-to-quality.html' title='Shout-out to Quality'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-5235223202760580893</id><published>2008-09-10T08:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:38:46.562-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encourage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://w10.naukri.com/jg/nifco/images/CareerChoice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://w10.naukri.com/jg/nifco/images/CareerChoice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Career v. Calling&lt;br /&gt;Job v. Vocation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What can I do with &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If God has called me to something, nothing in the world will stop that from happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Don't force life to happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Engage in conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm busy thinking about a lot of things these days. Nothing new, I suppose, since my mind is always traveling faster than my body. After a conversation with a friend over dinner last night, I was reminded of some of the thoughts above. Did you know there is a difference between job and vocation? These are all thoughts I've had before, but that have been lost somewhere in the weeds along the path I've been on the last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's been a rough one, the last year. For many of us. Life continues to suprise us. When we think we've got everything figured out, something new creeps into the pathway. What great &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;joy&lt;/span&gt; it is to accept what each day has to offer. It's so easy for me to be frustrated or anxious about what I don't know. It's nice when a friend gently encourages me with a reminder, in a new way, that I live for Christ. And He loves me.&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/7035329732468962637-5235223202760580893?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5235223202760580893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=5235223202760580893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/5235223202760580893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/5235223202760580893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/calling.html' title='Calling'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-5705336975446133846</id><published>2008-09-05T13:42:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:56:08.015-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><title type='text'>Keilah</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=103933403641398320319.0004562a4c29e5c9613ba&amp;amp;ll=31.39154,34.94659&amp;amp;spn=0.28248,0.297181&amp;amp;output=embed&amp;amp;s=AARTsJq-QoAub7i2OfKjA_4nEUCuGabrsQ" frameborder="0" width="425" scrolling="no" height="350"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #0000ff; TEXT-ALIGN: left" href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=103933403641398320319.0004562a4c29e5c9613ba&amp;amp;ll=31.39154,34.94659&amp;amp;spn=0.28248,0.297181&amp;amp;source=embed"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met my new friend, &lt;a href="http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/excuse-me-may-i-sit-here.html"&gt;Eric&lt;/a&gt;, he asked me what my name meant. I gave him the same answer I've always given. &lt;em&gt;"It's from the Bible. &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/quicksearch/?quicksearch=keilah&amp;amp;qs_version=31"&gt;1 Samuel&lt;/a&gt;. David saves the city of Kyla". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has always been okay with that answer. But no, not Eric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A biblical name. That's cool. Where is the city of Kyla?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think by now someone would have asked me that. But nope. And I've never thought about it, either. An Old Testament city. End of statement. End of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric, being the cool guy that he is, encouraged me to do some research. So I skipped writing the grad school essay after lunch and did just that. I love the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it's located in Israel/Palestine, somewhere in between the cities of Beersheba and Hebron. That's not very specific, but hey -I'll take it. There are several descriptions of where it is located, but that research isn't happening today. Let me know if you are an expert in the area and can draw a map. For now, Maps.Google is going to have to suffice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-5705336975446133846?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5705336975446133846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=5705336975446133846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/5705336975446133846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/5705336975446133846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/keilah.html' title='Keilah'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-9061535501587270244</id><published>2008-09-05T10:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:34:34.434-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Reading Material</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.americanas.com.br/produtos/item/497/1/497178g.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.americanas.com.br/produtos/item/497/1/497178g.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two years ago, I read &lt;em&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/em&gt; for the first time. The next summer, I read it again. And now I'm picking it up once more. It's amazing to me how this book manages to challenge the core of me. Each paragraph somehow relates to my life at the moment, encouraging me where I'm at. This year, among other things, the more I read the more I'm convinced that I should be reading the Bible constantly. If &lt;em&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/em&gt; can reach my innermost thoughts in only 167 pages, God's word must be able to do so much more. Yet somehow I keep putting it off, as author Paulo Coelho has my mind completely immersed in the journey of Santiago. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read the book, I highly recommend it. Originally written in Portuguese, its been translated into fifty-six languages and sold millions of copies. I'd let you borrow my copy, but it's got all of my personal thoughts scribbled through it. Get your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are afraid of losing what we have, whether it's our life or our possessions and property. But this fear evaporates when we understand that our life stories and the history of the world were written by the same hand." p.76&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-9061535501587270244?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9061535501587270244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=9061535501587270244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/9061535501587270244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/9061535501587270244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/reading-material.html' title='Reading Material'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-1965096590163651578</id><published>2008-09-03T10:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:36:31.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>Things I'm Thinking About</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos.igougo.com/images/p303301-Brussels-The_Thinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos.igougo.com/images/p303301-Brussels-The_Thinker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are a few (okay, many) things I've been thinking about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; little I know about what it really means to be healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; does it mean to not run away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it's okay to run away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; looks like a good month to buy a house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Should I buy a car &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the sanity of all persons running for President&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I am &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sick of DTRs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to finish that grad school application&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'll study for the GRE...&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I'm doing things I've always wanted to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the yearly read of &lt;em&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My best friend lives too &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- What does it truly mean to live for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; do I love and support those that are close to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when they make decicions that are opposite my beliefs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- What's for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-1965096590163651578?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1965096590163651578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=1965096590163651578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/1965096590163651578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/1965096590163651578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-im-thinking-about.html' title='Things I&apos;m Thinking About'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-1380123718069308691</id><published>2008-09-02T10:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:12:54.592-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nebraska'/><title type='text'>There is no place like Nebraska</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi0yjJyUWRA/SL1gk_5aAII/AAAAAAAAAYY/LM_-vaR7elE/s1600-h/cmb_krh2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241451730072895618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi0yjJyUWRA/SL1gk_5aAII/AAAAAAAAAYY/LM_-vaR7elE/s400/cmb_krh2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear Old Nebraska U (There Is No Place Like Nebraska)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Words and Music by Harry Pecha, class of 1924&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.firstandtensportsden.com/store/images/product_images/FANBANNER-NEBRASKA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.firstandtensportsden.com/store/images/product_images/FANBANNER-NEBRASKA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is no place like Nebraska,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear old Nebraska U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where the girls are the fairest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The boys are the squarest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of any old school that I knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is no place like Nebraska,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where they're all true blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We'll all stick together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In all kinds of weather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For dear old Nebraska U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back to my old stomping grounds over labor day for a short weekend with my family. My friend Molly made the 12-hour trek with me, and we filled up the weekend watching my sis in the UNL marching band and hanging out at the Nebraska State Fair. My camera is currently out of commission, so you'll just have to imagine the pig races for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-1380123718069308691?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1380123718069308691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=1380123718069308691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/1380123718069308691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/1380123718069308691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-is-no-place-like-nebraska.html' title='There is no place like Nebraska'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qi0yjJyUWRA/SL1gk_5aAII/AAAAAAAAAYY/LM_-vaR7elE/s72-c/cmb_krh2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-5612439193036528428</id><published>2008-08-29T13:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T15:09:09.801-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farmer&apos;s market'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nashville'/><title type='text'>Excuse me, may I sit here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i.pbase.com/v3/80/149580/1/44222567.farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i.pbase.com/v3/80/149580/1/44222567.farm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I enjoyed a delicious lunch at the &lt;a href="http://www.nashvillefarmersmarket.org/"&gt;Nashville Farmer's Market&lt;/a&gt;. Since I sit in an office all day long, I didn't want to waste the sunshine so, naturally, I sat outside for lunch. There were two tables outside that I saw, and one was occupied. From where I sat I could see the lovely &lt;a href="http://www.tennessee.gov/environment/parks/Bicentennial/"&gt;Bicentennial mall&lt;/a&gt;, and the couple eating lunch at the other table. Now to the point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is it about our culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that says in that situation, you're invading someone's space? Now, if I had not been eating alone, it would not have been a "space invasion" at all. However, since I sat alone and just enjoyed the scenery, I'm sure the couple must have thought I was thouroughly enjoying their conversation (I didn't hear any of it, I promise). I truthfully didn't mind the awkwardness, and I'm sure they didn't either. In fact, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ericneznik"&gt;Eric&lt;/a&gt;, being more confident than I today, initiated great conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Still, I wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, is this delicious awkwardness a human thing or a cultural thing? I'm going with cultural. Maybe we just like our space, or because I was alone and wasn't occupied, I really &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; only there to listen to their conversation. Or - maybe -because I was alone and unoccupied, I was the only one who thought it a strange situation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, Eric, for great conversation and for giving me a topic for yet another blog post. For everyone else - go check out the Farmer's Market. I am taking fresh peaches and pears on my road trip this weekend! Happy Labor Day weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-5612439193036528428?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5612439193036528428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=5612439193036528428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/5612439193036528428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/5612439193036528428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/excuse-me-may-i-sit-here.html' title='Excuse me, may I sit here?'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-7301036931553965841</id><published>2008-08-28T10:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:21:54.606-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Mercy Ships</title><content type='html'>Here's a great organization I thought you should know about. Check out their blog &lt;a href="http://www.mercyships.org/ships-blog/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mercyships.org/get-to-know-us"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.dhgcreations.co.uk/Images/MercyShips%20Logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MISSION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mercy Ships, a global charity, has operated a fleet of hospital ships in developing nations since 1978. Following the example of Jesus, Mercy Ships brings hope and healing to the poor, mobilizing people and resources worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VISION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercy Ships seeks to become the face of love in action, bringing hope and healing to the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VALUES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Desiring to follow the example of Jesus, we seek to:&lt;br /&gt;Love God&lt;br /&gt;Love and serve others&lt;br /&gt;Be people of integrity&lt;br /&gt;Be people of excellence in all we say and do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-7301036931553965841?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7301036931553965841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=7301036931553965841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/7301036931553965841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/7301036931553965841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/mercy-ships.html' title='Mercy Ships'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-4425533716438298548</id><published>2008-08-23T23:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:52:53.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Held</title><content type='html'>This song by Natalie Grant has been loving on me this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iOufqWodFNo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iOufqWodFNo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months is too little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They let him go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They had no sudden healing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To think that providence would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take a child from his mother while she prays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is appalling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who told us we'd be rescued?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're asking why this happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To us who have died to live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what it means to be held.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what it is to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And to know that the promise was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When everything fell we'd be held.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This hand is bitterness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We want to taste it, let the hatred know our sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what it means to be held.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what it is to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And to know that the promise was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When everything fell we'd be held.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bridge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If hope is born of suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If this is only the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what it means to be held.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what it is to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And to know that the promise was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When everything fell we'd be held.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-4425533716438298548?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4425533716438298548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=4425533716438298548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/4425533716438298548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/4425533716438298548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/held.html' title='Held'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-3271758991249017155</id><published>2008-08-22T10:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:48:05.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?”- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Romans 8:32" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?version=31&amp;amp;search=Romans"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romans 8:32&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Encouragement: ask for only what you need for today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-3271758991249017155?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3271758991249017155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=3271758991249017155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/3271758991249017155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/3271758991249017155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/yummy-goodness.html' title='Yummy goodness'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-3075514978247734526</id><published>2008-08-20T09:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:12:34.720-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court'/><title type='text'>CASA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nashville.gov/jcc/images/casa_v_redblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.nashville.gov/jcc/images/casa_v_redblue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nashville.gov/jcc/images/casa_v_redblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I officially started training for a nation-wide volunteer program called &lt;a href="http://www.casa-nashville.org/"&gt;CASA&lt;/a&gt;. Court Appointed Special Advocates work with children who are in the court systems as a result of abuse or neglect. CASA's mission is &lt;em&gt;"to expedite the process through which these abused and neglected children find permanent, safe homes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I became more and more excited as I sat through the introduction class. Working with children in the court systems has been my dream since I was 15, so this is the perfect opportunity to see if it's something that I will actually enjoy. Check out the program. I'll try to keep you posted on my experiences!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-3075514978247734526?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3075514978247734526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=3075514978247734526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/3075514978247734526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/3075514978247734526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/casa.html' title='CASA'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-1487736731814184502</id><published>2008-08-15T12:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T15:54:25.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><title type='text'>Reconcilliation through Redepmtion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Recently, our church has been talking about Forgiveness and Reconcilliation. Each week I think "that's great - I get it", but I haven't really had to put it into practice. It really isn't as easy as it seemed while I was sitting in the middle of those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.citychurcheast.org/sermons/2008_07/07_20_2008_sermon.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sermons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;. However, this week reconcilliation has taken on an entire new meaning....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.citychurcheast.org/sermons/2008_07/07_20_2008_sermon.mp3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hate how you've treated me. &lt;/em&gt;And I hate that I allowed you to do it. But I'm finally understanding what this whole "reconcilliation" thing means. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Jesus because of what he did for me. I was nothing. And now, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;through Him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I am beautifully made and whole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were nothing. And now, through Him, you are beautifully made and whole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can still hate what has happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I no longer hold it against you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through The Cross, I can love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through The Cross, I can forgive you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus has redeemed you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are no longer held responsible for the way you treated me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now don't think this means that we are going to be friends. It doesn't even come close to meaning that. We've been through this before and I moved on. We went through it again and I moved on. A third time. How could I be loving to you if I let this happen again? Change has not happened. But it will now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's okay if you don't change. I don't expect you to be what I want you to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't have to allow this to continue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are loved. You are redeemed. You are forgiven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to love you because of myself. Because I wanted to love you out of my own personality, character, will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I love you because of Jesus. Because of His personality, character, will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://k43.pbase.com/v3/66/595266/2/49091785.pray01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God." Hebrews 12:2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-1487736731814184502?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1487736731814184502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=1487736731814184502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/1487736731814184502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/1487736731814184502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/reconcilliation-through-redepmtion.html' title='Reconcilliation through Redepmtion'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-8469684025602267693</id><published>2008-08-13T08:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:05:22.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What is this pain that I cannot bear alone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yesterday: anger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today: pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow: unknown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each day: Christ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img height="204" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/kylajoyful/R_L2KiT5SlI/AAAAAAAAAQk/1SonJE6hLkk/s400/fredricksburg.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-8469684025602267693?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8469684025602267693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=8469684025602267693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/8469684025602267693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/8469684025602267693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/kylajoyful/R_L2KiT5SlI/AAAAAAAAAQk/1SonJE6hLkk/s72-c/fredricksburg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-4928686904142529795</id><published>2008-08-11T09:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T10:10:04.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremiah 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.terragalleria.com/images/middle-east/isra10237.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.terragalleria.com/images/middle-east/isra10237.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeremiah 29&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;11 For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. 12 Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. 13 You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. 14 I will be found by you," declares the LORD, "and will bring you back from captivity. I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you," declares the LORD, "and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read a book last week that emphasized verse 11 above and have been repeating it to myself all weekend. This is such a great comfort to me in this time of my life! As my friend Jared noticed yesterday, I'm "itching" for something to happen. Like the well known hymn below, every hour I'm constantly attempting to look to Christ and trust that I'm in the place He wants me to be, and that my future is under His control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;I need Thee, O I need Thee;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every hour I need Thee;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O bless me now, my Savior,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I come to Thee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Thee every hour, most gracious Lord;No tender voice like Thine can peace afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need Thee every hour, stay Thou nearby;Temptations lose their power when Thou art nigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need Thee every hour, in joy or pain;Come quickly and abide, or life is in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Thee every hour; teach me Thy will;And Thy rich promises in me fulfill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need Thee every hour, most Holy One;O make me Thine indeed, Thou blessèd Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need Thee, O I need Thee;&lt;br /&gt;Every hour I need Thee;&lt;br /&gt;O bless me now, my Savior,&lt;br /&gt;I come to Thee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="return stat('See biography (opens new window/tab)')" onmouseout="return erase()" href="http://www.cyberhymnal.org/bio/h/a/w/hawks_as.htm" target="_blank"&gt;An&amp;shy;nie S. Hawks&lt;/a&gt;, 1872.&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="return stat('See biography (opens new window/tab)')" onmouseout="return erase()" href="http://www.cyberhymnal.org/bio/l/o/w/lowry_r.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Ro&amp;shy;bert Low&amp;shy;ry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-4928686904142529795?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4928686904142529795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=4928686904142529795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/4928686904142529795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/4928686904142529795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/jeremiah-29.html' title='Jeremiah 29'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-5670217482108271716</id><published>2008-07-31T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T15:34:29.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><title type='text'>Peace Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Even as evil cannot be overcome by evil, so peace and harmony cannot be attained by war," said the seven-paragraph "Appeal for Peace," released from the Serbian Orthodox Patriarchate. "To be a peacemaker is the greatest duty and most noble obligation of every man. That is why we are not afraid to be the first to extend the hand of peace to one another. In the name of our future and our common life together, we pray to God and appeal to all men of good will to endeavor with maximum effort to end this war and resolve the problems by peaceful means."&lt;br /&gt;The document was signed by Serbian Patriarch Pavle, Catholic Archbishop Franc Perko, Mufti Hamdija Jusufspahic and Rabbi Isak Asiel, all of Belgrade. Together, they called for all bombing and fighting to cease and for the return of refugees to their war-ravaged homes - both the ethnic Albanians fleeing the paramilitary units of Slobodan Milosevic or Serbs fleeing the Kosovo Liberation Army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Read the full article here: &lt;a href="http://tmatt.gospelcom.net/column/1999/06/09/?printable=1"&gt;http://tmatt.gospelcom.net/column/1999/06/09/?printable=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-5670217482108271716?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5670217482108271716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=5670217482108271716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/5670217482108271716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/5670217482108271716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/peace-reflection.html' title='Peace Reflection'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-3617707884418641041</id><published>2008-07-28T09:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:15:56.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kelowna.cityguide.ca/images/wakeboarding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://kelowna.cityguide.ca/images/wakeboarding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Psalm 33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;22 May your unfailing love rest upon us, O LORD, even as we put our hope in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That verse is a perfect reflection of what I'm feeling right now. A greater understanding of the Lord's unfailing love. Resting in and hoping in Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an incredible weekend. So great, that I couldn't fall asleep last night. Which then caused me to oversleep this morning. Since I was late to work (and tired), I'm feeling stressed about the week. This verse is going to give me hope and rest throughout the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now let me tell you about my weekend!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dinner &amp;amp; Discussion group. Topic: War &amp;amp; Peace. A fantastic discussion full of agreements and disagreements, challenging thoughts and encouragement. I love this community.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you ready&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to hear about this amazing day? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After sleeping in (such a simple pleasure) I enjoyed breakfast at &lt;a href="http://www.athensfamilyrestaurant.com/"&gt;Athens&lt;/a&gt; with my friend, Scott. We then ventured to the lake for an afternoon of friends and watersports. Yes, I am now in pain from failed attempts at wakeboarding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left the lake and went home to get ready for a date. We went to &lt;a href="http://www.italiapizza37206.com/"&gt;Italia,&lt;/a&gt; a local pizza place for their tasty White Pizza. And I just must say, that the pizza was delicious but the company was wonderful. I wish I could tell you more, but I prefer to keep those details to myself! All you need to know is that I can't wait to go out with him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on. After that fantastic memory, I enjoyed swing dancing in the &lt;a href="http://www.nashville.gov/parks/events_calendar.htm"&gt;park&lt;/a&gt;. For the first time in my life, I entered a swing dance competition. My dear friend and excellent dancing partner, Luke, and I danced to the final round for a 3rd place finish. Really, could this day get any better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I spent the morning helping &lt;a href="http://www.adamtrapani.com/"&gt;Adam&lt;/a&gt; pack up his house so that he can move 2 blocks away to his new pad. We enjoyed a great lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.batteredandfried.com/"&gt;Batter'd &amp;amp; Fried&lt;/a&gt; (Jared- they have Ceviche!). Later I enjoyed catching up with Sarah about her recent &lt;a href="http://www.gmap-pedometer.com/?r=2106647"&gt;bike trip &lt;/a&gt;to Ireland, then off to worship with the City Church community. The day ended on a double-date with my roommate at &lt;a href="http://www.sunsetgrill.com/"&gt;Sunset Grill&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The only thing that could have made this weekend more perfect was if it had taken place in the Caribbean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-3617707884418641041?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3617707884418641041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=3617707884418641041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/3617707884418641041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/3617707884418641041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7035329732468962637.post-7575516766742301690</id><published>2008-07-25T15:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:12:21.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have a lot of thoughts going on right now, ones I wish that I could put words to and share with you. However, most of them are extremely personal and I have so far attempted to be careful sharing those online. So, I spent 30 minutes in a google &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;images &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;search typing in words associated with what I was feeling. And--I failed. It's hard to put feelings into pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What I finally realized I was looking for was an even deeper understanding of perfect love. As a single woman, I've been on a search for a meaningful opposite-sex relationship. As I've spent months dating, I've come to a deeper understanding of Christ and His love for me. Although a great man may come close and meet many of our needs, the photo below finally summarizes the only perfect love I or you will ever find.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://rccwa.org/Pictures_--_Cross_2_op_768x614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7035329732468962637-7575516766742301690?l=kylajoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7575516766742301690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7035329732468962637&amp;postID=7575516766742301690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/7575516766742301690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7035329732468962637/posts/default/7575516766742301690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylajoy.blogspot.com/2008/07/perfect-love.html' title='Perfect Love'/><author><name>Kyla Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06919322828996502446</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01194376208295767152'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>