<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761</id><updated>2011-10-10T01:16:56.173-04:00</updated><category term='movie'/><category term='africa'/><title type='text'>.refined lenses.</title><subtitle type='html'>my heart beats to see the world through a new perspective</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-4534799869874086491</id><published>2011-10-10T00:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T01:16:56.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it is well with my soul</title><summary type='text'>It's such a blessing when God gives you a glimpse of how He has matured you. It has been one of those weeks.For the first time in, I believe, my life, I love where I live. I feel at rest and at peace, which if you know me are the opposite of my personality. I'm always in a rush, always late, always sticking my foot in my mouth, and always feel in the wrong place at the wrong time, however, not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/4534799869874086491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=4534799869874086491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4534799869874086491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4534799869874086491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-is-well-with-my-soul.html' title='it is well with my soul'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B5w5Mr_6_P0/TpJ_HGckd5I/AAAAAAAAAGc/eJ3DflDNc5w/s72-c/IMG_0435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-3082288832506894147</id><published>2011-09-09T11:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T11:26:11.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perseverance</title><summary type='text'>This week I have felt quite overwhelmed. As I looked at my workload and attempted some of my projects, I felt completely lost and abandoned. My mind was not understanding the information I was reading. Scientific reading is not my specialty and boy did I feel dumb with my lack of understanding. Thankfully, I have a sister who is patient and willing to listen as I cried from feeling defeated. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/3082288832506894147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=3082288832506894147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3082288832506894147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3082288832506894147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2011/09/perseverance.html' title='Perseverance'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-5849086419733081894</id><published>2011-08-04T01:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T01:51:42.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalms 72, 76, 92</title><summary type='text'>As I spent time before the Lord and in prayer with my mom, I felt these psalms being laid on my heart, so I'll post them to share with all. PSALM 72Give the king your justice, O God,and your righteousness to the royal son!May he judge your people with righteousness,and your poor with justice!Let the mountains bear prosperity for the people,and the hills, in righteousness!May he defend the cause </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/5849086419733081894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=5849086419733081894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/5849086419733081894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/5849086419733081894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2011/08/psalms-72-76-92.html' title='Psalms 72, 76, 92'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-6598488142051382356</id><published>2011-07-22T20:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T21:04:34.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>abundance</title><summary type='text'>God is so gracious. These last few weeks, I feel that the Lord has just given to me in such abundance, whether in provision, finances, friendships, or experiences. I have such a full heart! After going through such a hard few years, particularly last year, and having been stripped of so much pride, I have grown to be quite thankful. I am amazed that with each blessings arrival, my heart responds </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/6598488142051382356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=6598488142051382356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6598488142051382356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6598488142051382356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2011/07/abundance.html' title='abundance'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-1506489693638425410</id><published>2011-07-13T14:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T14:36:57.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phil 4:13</title><summary type='text'>Often I think about this verse in Philippians.  I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength. I repeat it quite often to myself , but have noticed it becoming more of a go to verse and more of a negative connotation. This verse, that is suppose to bring encouragement is becoming more of a discouragement. The other day, while on the treadmill, I was thinking. What else is there to do? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/1506489693638425410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=1506489693638425410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1506489693638425410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1506489693638425410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2011/07/phil-413.html' title='Phil 4:13'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-698841855979008761</id><published>2011-06-28T21:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:45:16.128-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>this is africa</title><summary type='text'>I just made this for my class. I think it's pretty decent, especially since it's my first movie!!! :)




</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=23096dc8c1b9cc36&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/698841855979008761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=698841855979008761&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/698841855979008761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/698841855979008761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-africa.html' title='this is africa'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-8305097510911430295</id><published>2011-06-26T18:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T18:35:26.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointed</title><summary type='text'>Today was a difficult day at church. The service was mainly about justifying why the church does things the way they do, which is good to inform that congregation of, but is it necessary for an actual service? I know that church is not about me and that there are going to be times when I am challenged on what I believe, but when the sermon seems to be more of a soap box that is riddled with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/8305097510911430295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=8305097510911430295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8305097510911430295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8305097510911430295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2011/06/disappointed.html' title='disappointed'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-5941620098334304665</id><published>2011-06-23T13:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T14:19:47.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Edification</title><summary type='text'>Though, there is a lot of work and time invested in writing a theory for my curriculum class, I am greatful that one of the requirements is the incorporation of scripture references. I have missed digging into scripture, finding principles, linking passages and ideas, cross-referencing and being in fellowship. Now, I could do all these things on my own, but when I know that I am going to need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/5941620098334304665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=5941620098334304665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/5941620098334304665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/5941620098334304665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2011/06/edification.html' title='Edification'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1F6GAJGlVoI/TgODrykC4RI/AAAAAAAAAGU/M9cNZp1YJSM/s72-c/multitasking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-3107197675600933339</id><published>2011-06-20T17:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T17:22:14.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.love.</title><summary type='text'>After purchasing an ipad2 for one of my classes, I was given the option of engraving. Of course, I could easily have gone with my life verses but for some reason I was hesitant. I just sat there thinking about love. I kept being reminded to Love God. Love others. Love yourself. , so I decided to get that put on the back. To my amazement I was able to engrave a second line at no cost so I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/3107197675600933339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=3107197675600933339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3107197675600933339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3107197675600933339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2011/06/love.html' title='.love.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-9066683801173738098</id><published>2011-06-18T16:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T16:48:54.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a new chapter</title><summary type='text'>God has graciously allowed me to begin a new chapter in my life. The journey had become quite wearisome as I waited upon direction and insight, however, I know that I learned many things during these past few years. I just started grad school at Columbia Interenational University. I love it here so far! First, we talk about God! I didn't think this would be a big difference, but when you are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/9066683801173738098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=9066683801173738098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/9066683801173738098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/9066683801173738098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-chapter.html' title='a new chapter'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-4775482967884777613</id><published>2011-02-24T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T22:54:44.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Cherish</title><summary type='text'>While attending church with my dear friend Lauren last year, the pastor chalenged us to pray about a word the Lord would give us for a year.  As I bowed my head in prayer, the word cherish immediately engulfed my mind. What a fantasticly passionate word! Not just enjoy or be thankful, but cherish. Hold dear. Being someone that struggles with taking things for granted, I never really cherished </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/4775482967884777613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=4775482967884777613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4775482967884777613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4775482967884777613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-cherish.html' title='To Cherish'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-2459704221563408713</id><published>2011-02-10T00:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T00:23:33.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A flicker</title><summary type='text'>Here I am, but a flicker of light in this dark world. These days the darkness in my life has become unavoidable. For a long time, I wassurrounded by light and joy. Now I have been thrust into deep darkness. You know the kind when the electricity goes out and all of a sudden the concept that yourhand is waving in front of your face mere inches away is disturbingly avasive. I have been working on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/2459704221563408713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=2459704221563408713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/2459704221563408713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/2459704221563408713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2011/02/flicker.html' title='A flicker'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-5535102874979818270</id><published>2010-12-02T20:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:35:32.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart</title><summary type='text'>.amen.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/5535102874979818270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=5535102874979818270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/5535102874979818270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/5535102874979818270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-heart.html' title='my heart'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-4141267378871306584</id><published>2010-12-02T19:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:13:05.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>forever changed</title><summary type='text'>Welcome back to America :) Africa was absolutely life changing. I've never been so humbled, loved, accepted, refreshed and rejuvenated at the same time!So many things happened on the trip, but the thing I'm most thankful for was the Lord showing me how to be thankful. I've become quite spoiled in my lifestyle. I am frugal with the money I have been blessed with, but that doesn't mean that I don't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/4141267378871306584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=4141267378871306584&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4141267378871306584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4141267378871306584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/12/forever-changed.html' title='forever changed'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-2049816375279369287</id><published>2010-10-31T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:49:31.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I stand</title><summary type='text'>I am so pumped right now..... In less then two weeks, I will on a plane with my mom headed out of the country. Where you may ask...Africa! I am so ecited and so nervous at the same time. I am going to trust the lord that all the details work out and that he would continue to speak into my life the verse that mentions and claims that we have not been given a spirit of fear but of power love and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/2049816375279369287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=2049816375279369287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/2049816375279369287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/2049816375279369287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/10/here-i-stand.html' title='Here I stand'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-672063607483785501</id><published>2010-09-15T08:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T08:56:03.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>humility</title><summary type='text'>So, a couple of months before I departed Wilmington, a friend of mine stated that she believed I would be going into a season of humility. I laughed and probably rolled my eyes thinking about how much of a genius I am and how she didn't know what she was talking about.To my astonishment, this was the first step in my journey to humility. From there I've lost my job and though granted with a new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/672063607483785501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=672063607483785501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/672063607483785501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/672063607483785501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/09/humility.html' title='humility'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ll_7ukrMBpE/TJDCEcCzxTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/435wDdmtGQk/s72-c/Perseverance-4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-1775922999041310722</id><published>2010-09-05T16:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T16:18:07.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>unchained</title><summary type='text'>I've been filled with such love and peace these last couple of weeks! I am so thankful for all those that have taken time out of their lives and the focus off of themselves that so easily blinds us and called/wrote to see how I was doing. Things in life can be quite difficult...there is nobody that can argue otherwise. No matter the trial...it's a trail. Through this time though, I have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/1775922999041310722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=1775922999041310722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1775922999041310722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1775922999041310722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/09/unchained.html' title='unchained'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-4942373277482474160</id><published>2010-08-30T19:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T19:39:52.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>speaking to the wounded soul</title><summary type='text'>it's amazing when you feel hard-pressed and turn on the radio and the song is exactly what you feel...it's as if you are being spoken to and understood. I love those times of healing!No Matter What – Kerrie Roberts Lyrics and ChordsI’m running back to Your promises one more timeLord that’s all I can hold on toI gotta say this has taken me by surprise, but nothing surprises YouBefore a heartache </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/4942373277482474160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=4942373277482474160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4942373277482474160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4942373277482474160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/08/speaking-to-wounded-soul.html' title='speaking to the wounded soul'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-1824131633009420975</id><published>2010-08-17T09:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T09:41:26.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>.love. 8/15/2010</title><summary type='text'>I remember reading that life is like a tapestry. In our bleak perspective, we see the underside of the garment...all the strings and knots. All the tangles and ramndomness, but to the Lord, He sees from the other side. He gets to see the masterpiece. All of us are but a piece in this tapestry...some being used in many locations, some in merely one and others for the small details. Some strings </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/1824131633009420975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=1824131633009420975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1824131633009420975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1824131633009420975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-8152010.html' title='.love. 8/15/2010'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ll_7ukrMBpE/TGqRWLPCCXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZmArsPXlPtk/s72-c/love..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-1750922649410606511</id><published>2010-07-27T20:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T20:14:16.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>getting up to speed</title><summary type='text'>so, it has been an awfully long time, but there has been many things in my mind and life that have caused me to reflect on my decision and gain a new perspective. I have currently moved to Florida and my grandparents have graciously allowed me to live with them so that I have the opportunity to slowly but surely dig myself out of debt...Thank the Lord for grace. I quickly, thanks again to God, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/1750922649410606511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=1750922649410606511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1750922649410606511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1750922649410606511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/07/remorse.html' title='getting up to speed'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-6821762680134563678</id><published>2010-06-16T16:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:10:06.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>phew...treading water</title><summary type='text'>so, first comes the news that I need to move out from where I am living. I knew it was coming for awhile, but I didn't expect my computer to crash. boom there I am needing a place to live, not knowing anyone to live with, hoping to find a place to live within 2 weeks. Of course, I have melt downs and pleading with God...wo is me. things are so tough, then provision. I'm offered a place to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/6821762680134563678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=6821762680134563678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6821762680134563678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6821762680134563678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/06/phewtreading-water.html' title='phew...treading water'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-8464843260648401677</id><published>2010-05-29T13:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T13:58:46.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh to remember</title><summary type='text'>I'm broken. I'm not talking about having a broken bone or a broken heart, I'm taking about being in a place where God is all you have. I have been stripped and searched by this world and all I can do is turn to the Lord. I struggle with feeling abandoned. When things get tough, I run. I pack my stuff, leave the situation and constantly tell myself to suck it up. I isolate, which only leads to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/8464843260648401677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=8464843260648401677&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8464843260648401677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8464843260648401677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-to-remember.html' title='oh to remember'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-5027728108215212705</id><published>2010-04-26T13:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T14:36:31.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all about mindset</title><summary type='text'>so, these last few weeks, the Lord has really given me sight. I've been constantly in a position to hear about living a life pleasing to God and in opposition to the world. My minute mind quickly jumps to the "yea yea God....got it...I'm suppose to be perfect and never swear and stand up straight and rejoice when people cut me off in traffic" but then I remember that that is false religion. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/5027728108215212705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=5027728108215212705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/5027728108215212705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/5027728108215212705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/04/depends-on-your-mindeset.html' title='it&apos;s all about mindset'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-2189566799503225831</id><published>2010-04-19T22:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:28:40.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the green-eyed monster</title><summary type='text'>yuck. I have officially become the green-eyed (or rather blue) monster. Somewhere between hearing the news of a new job offer, the juicy details of a blooming romance, or the rugged journeys of a new adventure, this part of me I like to pretend doesn't exist sprouts it disgusting head and there I stand feeling like the hulk. Distorted with jealousy. yuck.It's hard to admit that I'm a jealous </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/2189566799503225831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=2189566799503225831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/2189566799503225831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/2189566799503225831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/04/green-eyed-monster.html' title='the green-eyed monster'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-7279135423623110153</id><published>2010-04-18T17:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:41:20.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>healing music</title><summary type='text'>music speaks to my soul. no matter the circumstance, there is a song that breathes honesty into the depths of the emotion and I am grateful for that. I love all types of music, because I think each type exists for its own purpose. Today, I just felt the Lord pouring life and truth into me through his followers and their music. The day started at Life Community Church, my new home church, and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/7279135423623110153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=7279135423623110153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7279135423623110153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7279135423623110153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/04/healing-music.html' title='healing music'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-8666936534902354299</id><published>2010-04-17T16:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T17:39:45.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...pressed but not crushed...</title><summary type='text'>It was so revitalizing to step off the plane in good, old North Carolina. I never thought I would feel so grateful to live where I do, but as my eyes open to see the world more, I am overwhelmingly thankful. This last week, I ventured the west coast, centralizing in Portland, OR. I went to check out a church and had set up an interview for a school I had applied to, thinking that was the route </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/8666936534902354299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=8666936534902354299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8666936534902354299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8666936534902354299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/04/pressed-but-not-crushed.html' title='...pressed but not crushed...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-2316379459764592944</id><published>2010-04-02T19:29:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T19:51:25.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's about freedom</title><summary type='text'>I'm lost. Seriously. I gave my boss the notice that I would be leaving work to attend seminary in Columbia, SC in hopes of acquiring a master of divinity degree. But, as of lately, nothing is going the way I have planned....probably because I'm planning the things and not only should I be following what God already has in store for my life, but I'm also not a planner. These last two years have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/2316379459764592944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=2316379459764592944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/2316379459764592944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/2316379459764592944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-about-freedom.html' title='it&apos;s about freedom'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ll_7ukrMBpE/S7aCmyz-x5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/HWZyU8rI9Es/s72-c/portland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-3467847872866961833</id><published>2010-02-16T01:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T01:36:02.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this will change your life</title><summary type='text'>IDENTITY THEFT</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/3467847872866961833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=3467847872866961833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3467847872866961833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3467847872866961833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-will-change-your-life.html' title='this will change your life'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-6178991418189009425</id><published>2010-02-10T01:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T01:38:30.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Naomi</title><summary type='text'>For the last few weeks, I've been really wanting a dog. I didn't even know where to begin as far as looking for one. So, I started praying about the silly idea. I ended up having lunch with my friend and she started asking me questions about what I wanted to do...I told her I wanted a dog. She said then get one. I told her I didn't want to buy one...she said to just pray about it and maybe God </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/6178991418189009425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=6178991418189009425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6178991418189009425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6178991418189009425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/02/naomi.html' title='Naomi'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ll_7ukrMBpE/S3JUOycBP-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/oGK_oW2aL9Y/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-5345087727318586532</id><published>2010-02-08T13:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:58:27.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Esther</title><summary type='text'>The last few months, Esther has been calling my name. I feel connected to her...almost like there is a tie between her story and mine. I love that out of everyone, she was the one who found favor in the kings eyes to be his bride. I love that she heads the advice of her uncle. And I love that she is bold. She doesn't have to fight huge battles, or make a huge statement, or try to standout in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/5345087727318586532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=5345087727318586532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/5345087727318586532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/5345087727318586532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/02/esther.html' title='Esther'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-4380122418447005431</id><published>2010-02-01T21:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T21:25:55.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh man</title><summary type='text'>so, what if the things you have been praying for, suddenly start coming true? It is such an awesome experience! I'm still hesitant though. I know and have seen God answer prayers I've asked for, but when some of the bigger things start happening, you start paying a lot closer attention to what you pray. It's funny, I start making excuses and finding reasons why things shouldn't happen, and seek </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/4380122418447005431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=4380122418447005431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4380122418447005431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4380122418447005431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-man.html' title='oh man'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-8622401823630192190</id><published>2010-01-17T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:31:32.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel amazing!</title><summary type='text'>so, for the second time I will write this blog, since somehow the first one got deleted. I thought that merely a few things in my life were going to change, but it turns out that many things have changed. I'm now a brunette, have a new place to live, attend a new church, have new roommates, am doing new things, am eating different than before, am excercising, and soon will be moving to a new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/8622401823630192190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=8622401823630192190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8622401823630192190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8622401823630192190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-feel-amazing.html' title='I feel amazing!'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-8442691907279846907</id><published>2009-12-20T22:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T23:04:55.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><summary type='text'>You can either swim against the current or learn to go with the current. For a long time now, I've always swam against the current, not always to be rebelious but mostly out of pride and ignorance. I guess I forget the world doesn't revolve around me, that though I am special, that I am not the reason people exist in this world. For so long, I've wasted energy worrying about the past. As Dale </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/8442691907279846907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=8442691907279846907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8442691907279846907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8442691907279846907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/12/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-1642013474294753241</id><published>2009-12-05T19:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T19:27:29.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>worry.</title><summary type='text'>So, I've been advised to read this book on worry called "How to Stop Worrying and Start Living" and it is awesome! There are so many things about worry I didn't even know!Did you know that worry can cause arthritis? and tooth decay? and diabetes? and ulcers? and rheumatism? Crazy huhthere are so many good quotes.A couple i like are:"seventy percent of all patients who come to physicians could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/1642013474294753241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=1642013474294753241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1642013474294753241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1642013474294753241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/12/worry.html' title='worry.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-8946085081546201845</id><published>2009-12-03T16:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:15:51.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions</title><summary type='text'>so, I'm learning not to worry as much and live in the moment. It's hard though. It's hard changing habits that you're comfortable with, but it's necessary. Worrying has gotten me nowhere and fast. On a side note, I just finished applying to grad school. here's hoping I get in :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/8946085081546201845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=8946085081546201845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8946085081546201845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8946085081546201845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/12/decisions.html' title='decisions'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-3853273122824580033</id><published>2009-11-17T00:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:06:29.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Jesus</title><summary type='text'>I love that Jesus did everything for me. Thank you to God for sending His son. Thank you to the son for carrying my burdens. Thank you for defeating death and breaking the curse. Thank you.Lyrics to For The Widows In Paradise; For The Fatherless In Ypsilanti :I have called you children, I have called you son. What is there to answer if I'm the only one? Morning comes in Paradise, morning comes in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/3853273122824580033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=3853273122824580033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3853273122824580033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3853273122824580033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-jesus.html' title='Thank you Jesus'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-7073154811374052354</id><published>2009-11-16T23:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:48:49.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><summary type='text'>so, from Brazil to Africa to Portland to Columbia, my life pursuits change with the wind it seems from a distance. The idea is that I truly just want to serve the Lord. Go where I am called. It's hard when there are so many things you would love to do. I am trying to learn to quiet myself enough to follow the Lord's voice, is it a time to be still or a time to go and trust the Lord on faith? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/7073154811374052354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=7073154811374052354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7073154811374052354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7073154811374052354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/11/life.html' title='life'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-4611299774213842268</id><published>2009-09-28T20:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:54:06.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>freaking amazing</title><summary type='text'>lyrics :You are the defender of the weakYou are near those in needYou are a peace to those who grieveMy God you are so many thingsYou are my refuge and strengthYou are my hiding placeYou hear my voice when I callBefore I say anything at allIn desperate need I cryOnly to realizeThe hand that heals the sickHas my name written on itYou are the forgiver of my pastYou are the pure and spotless lambYou</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/4611299774213842268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=4611299774213842268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4611299774213842268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4611299774213842268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/09/freaking-amazing.html' title='freaking amazing'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-8864274664403730350</id><published>2009-09-24T19:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:10:35.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>check and balance</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm re-reading Blue Like Jazz and boy is it re-rocking my world! I love it! I am an involved person. I've never been one of those people that can just work and hang out with people on occasion and feel content....I get bored and feel wasteful with my life, but a lot of times I become strapped for time. I tend to live in organized chaos...well more like manageable chaos. I tread water hoping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/8864274664403730350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=8864274664403730350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8864274664403730350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8864274664403730350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/09/check-and-balance.html' title='check and balance'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-4404037162823344689</id><published>2009-09-20T13:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T13:16:44.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you letter</title><summary type='text'>Hello!                          As you may already know, I have arrived back to the states safely and in good spirits. I am so thankful to have had the opportunity to travel with such a God-centered group and to get a glimpse of what is to come in my near future. There are many amazing stories, I could probably write a book, but I will do my best to cover the things that affected me the most. As </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/4404037162823344689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=4404037162823344689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4404037162823344689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4404037162823344689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you-letter.html' title='Thank you letter'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-8370296641703670085</id><published>2009-08-28T02:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:23:44.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>brokenness</title><summary type='text'>my heart has just been breaking left and right. I see someone and just weep for them...what's that about? I want to see what God sees in people. I want to breath life and truth into people. I want to see the lame walk, mute talk, deaf hear, blind see, low self esteem be confident, poor be rich, the pushed aside be lifted up and the sick healed. I want to see revival. I want to be a part.Growing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/8370296641703670085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=8370296641703670085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8370296641703670085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8370296641703670085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/08/brokenness.html' title='brokenness'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-6386235344173969403</id><published>2009-07-11T20:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:48:34.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new paintings</title><summary type='text'>"Threads of Innocence" 24x36 mixed media"Tree of Hope"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/6386235344173969403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=6386235344173969403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6386235344173969403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6386235344173969403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-painting.html' title='new paintings'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ll_7ukrMBpE/SlkyjGrTLuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Eswk8lqZDOQ/s72-c/IMG_3232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-4406261752524984789</id><published>2009-07-10T20:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:35:33.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fundraising</title><summary type='text'>In order to help raise support, we are selling shirts. This picture is the design on the back of the shirt. If you are interested in helping out by buying a shirt, let me know :) $20</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/4406261752524984789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=4406261752524984789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4406261752524984789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4406261752524984789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/07/fundraising.html' title='fundraising'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ll_7ukrMBpE/SlfdSfnDz6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/0OE-Ei11Ld4/s72-c/Winged-Cross-Design.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-7321960959678790646</id><published>2009-06-24T13:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T13:03:00.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising Support</title><summary type='text'>I am SO blessed! As I sent off support letters to raise money for the upcoming Brazil trip, I was hesitant. Most of the people I didn't know and the ones I did know have felt the impact of the economy just as much as the rest of us. But, trusting in God, I sent the letters forth and boy has God delivered. The first deadline for our support raising is this Sunday. Thanks to so many generous people</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/7321960959678790646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=7321960959678790646&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7321960959678790646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7321960959678790646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/06/raising-support.html' title='Raising Support'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-9101627987026435795</id><published>2009-06-18T00:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:45:09.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>closure</title><summary type='text'>Closure is hard. It's the end of something. The bigger the thing, the harder to let go. But, I've realized that for so long that I've never closed some books in my life, in hopes that one day the story might go on, only to realize that I'm not allowing myself to enjoy the things around me now. My sister likes to say that I'm driving and only looking into my rearview mirror. I guess I worry about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/9101627987026435795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=9101627987026435795&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/9101627987026435795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/9101627987026435795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/06/closure.html' title='closure'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ll_7ukrMBpE/SjnGT31tfuI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cQMyPS7yi5g/s72-c/balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-304522436934535545</id><published>2009-06-16T20:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:29:56.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more art</title><summary type='text'>there are some other paintings I've done, I'm nowhere near where I want to be, but I am a lot farther than when I started out. Keep an eye out for a new website coming soon, where I will be putting up my artwork and if you're interested you can buy the things :) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/304522436934535545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=304522436934535545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/304522436934535545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/304522436934535545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-art.html' title='more art'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ll_7ukrMBpE/Sjg4asOd9II/AAAAAAAAADU/E9ku7kMxMXA/s72-c/IMG_3120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-7173162961190498314</id><published>2009-06-09T22:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:51:38.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>creativity</title><summary type='text'>Here are two things I've created (below each is a description).So, I have a friend that asked me to paint her a piece with multiple canvases...she also stated she liked squares and modern art. Out of nowhere, this image pops into my head and I love the way it came out....now I know that I am able to do modern art...thanks for the challenge.My pastor did a series called beautiful, which also was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/7173162961190498314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=7173162961190498314&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7173162961190498314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7173162961190498314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/06/creativity.html' title='creativity'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ll_7ukrMBpE/Si8eETpm1vI/AAAAAAAAADE/LNgywqSCl1E/s72-c/IMG_3211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-2288270141041324615</id><published>2009-05-24T13:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T14:17:19.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in love.</title><summary type='text'>Life comes fast. sometimes it comes easy. and sometimes it's hard. I know that though I can smile, it doesn't mean I'm not in turmoil....it doesn't mean I have it all together, it doesn't mean that I don't hurt and that I just can't show the pain. I know that I battle being positive....not because I don't see beauty but because my heart longs for my true home...for what is to come...for what is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/2288270141041324615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=2288270141041324615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/2288270141041324615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/2288270141041324615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-believe-in-love.html' title='I believe in love.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-1055309694164712836</id><published>2009-05-03T16:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:53:12.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brazil</title><summary type='text'>so, it looks like I'm going to Brazil. am I pumped? Heck yea!!! As a friend of mine climbed into my car the other day, she blurted out "I wanted it to be a surprise, but I just gave you money for your trip...I can't keep a secret" How blessed am I? My friend had searched the website of the group I am going with and found my name to donate to. I asked her how she knew that she could donate online </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/1055309694164712836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=1055309694164712836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1055309694164712836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1055309694164712836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/05/brazil.html' title='Brazil'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-3436024849384646047</id><published>2009-04-26T23:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:40:41.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>coming to the crossroads...</title><summary type='text'>the crossroads in life are hard. a decision has to be made. it usually isn't without great emotion. Your life is brought to attention...there are two paths, your path and God's path. You have dreams and hopes and so does God. you have a plan and so does He. I feel the calling to follow God's plan...to trust He knows what He is doing, that he will give me the desires of my heart...that He is good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/3436024849384646047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=3436024849384646047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3436024849384646047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3436024849384646047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/04/coming-to-crossroads.html' title='coming to the crossroads...'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-6369636823857263562</id><published>2009-04-14T08:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T08:19:36.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my church</title><summary type='text'>Just the other week, my pastor did a sermon titled "I love my church" and he went on to talk about the reasons why he loves Lifepoint. Well, I love my church because not only do they say they love God, but they show the love of Jesus. I remember the first day I visited Lifepoint. My sister had been telling me that there was a church in Wilmington I needed to visit the next time I came and that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/6369636823857263562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=6369636823857263562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6369636823857263562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6369636823857263562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-my-church.html' title='I love my church'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-204439065308869481</id><published>2009-04-09T18:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:44:51.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah 61</title><summary type='text'>Isaiah 61The Year of the LORD’s Favor 1(A) The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me,   because the LORD has(B) anointed meto bring good news to the poor;[a]   he has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,to proclaim liberty to the captives,   and(C) the opening of the prison to those who are bound;[b]2(D) to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor,   (E) and the day of vengeance of our God;   to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/204439065308869481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=204439065308869481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/204439065308869481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/204439065308869481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/04/isaiah-61.html' title='Isaiah 61'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-3286760607557130553</id><published>2009-04-08T08:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:09:46.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah 54</title><summary type='text'>Isaiah 54The Eternal Covenant of Peace 1(A) "Sing, O barren one, who did not bear;   break forth into singing and cry aloud,   you who have not been in labor!For the children of(B) the desolate one(C) will be more   than the children of her who is married," says the LORD.2(D) "Enlarge the place of your tent,   and let the curtains of your habitations be stretched out;do not hold back; lengthen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/3286760607557130553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=3286760607557130553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3286760607557130553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3286760607557130553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/04/isaiah-54.html' title='Isaiah 54'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-5243239411081226606</id><published>2009-04-06T20:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:57:52.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rest</title><summary type='text'>For awhile now, my soul has been longing. I was uncomfortable in my spirit. Don't get me wrong, I've also been joyful, but there was a deep, unfulfilled longing. Something that just wasn't satisfied. Something unwilling to be tamed. Something fighting for attention. With life's busyness, I've had the ability to numb this emptiness...not always intentionally, sometimes I honestly just don't have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/5243239411081226606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=5243239411081226606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/5243239411081226606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/5243239411081226606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/04/rest.html' title='rest'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-6166497173258371775</id><published>2009-04-05T13:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:16:17.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning :)</title><summary type='text'>I absolutely love waking up singing worship music! Sometimes, I just wake up with a song pouring forth from my soul. How rejuvenating! Having some rough times yesterday, I finally surrendered...surrendered my selfishness, my misconstrued disappointment, my frustration and just sought after God. My portion. I read a little in the sacred romance, and the chapter I was on was talking about lovers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/6166497173258371775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=6166497173258371775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6166497173258371775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6166497173258371775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-morning.html' title='Good morning :)'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-7060821902621339719</id><published>2009-04-02T08:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:54:07.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Romance vs. the arrows</title><summary type='text'>I've been re-reading this book called the Sacred Romance. Gosh, I love when a book just captures the essence of who you are, the struggles you have been through/going through and pushes you towards a better way to live! As I've been reading, the book has shown the division throughout the world. There is a Romance that God is calling us too, a great adventure, the chance to live in a story much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/7060821902621339719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=7060821902621339719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7060821902621339719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7060821902621339719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/04/romance-vs-arrows.html' title='the Romance vs. the arrows'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-1231061870883202729</id><published>2009-03-26T16:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:41:10.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshment</title><summary type='text'>I just stand in awe. I'm forgiven. I've been given grace. I've been alloted mercy. I'm designed for a purpose. The more I lay down and let go, the more I seem to obtain...I love that it works that way. God's way always seemed so backwards to me...such a juxposition...but, I'm begining to understand that maybe the way I live is backwards and it only seems normal because I'm familiar with it. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/1231061870883202729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=1231061870883202729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1231061870883202729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1231061870883202729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/03/refreshment.html' title='Refreshment'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-7848874965348278328</id><published>2009-03-20T00:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:18:17.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>psyched</title><summary type='text'>so, I'm so psyched. I have been learning so much. How cool is it that everywhere I turn I am hearing the same message? That people from all different areas of my life are telling me the exact same things? How cool that I'll listen to different sermons, and they cover the same topic? How cool that I serve a God that has orchestrated that? blessed.Perspective is crucial. Life is hard, but there is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/7848874965348278328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=7848874965348278328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7848874965348278328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7848874965348278328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/03/psyched.html' title='psyched'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-2534128696466243210</id><published>2009-03-10T22:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:44:09.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on being a teacher</title><summary type='text'>There are days, when I wonder whether I am a good teacher or not. I wonder whether I allow my frustrations to show more than my love. I wait for another teacher to come along, or a boss, and affirm me, saying that I do a great job and they are glad that I work with/for them. But, lately I've come to realize that I was looking in all the wrong places. Today, I was setting up the tables for lunch. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/2534128696466243210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=2534128696466243210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/2534128696466243210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/2534128696466243210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-being-teacher.html' title='on being a teacher'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-8982320354908337100</id><published>2009-03-09T23:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:02:04.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'til death do us part?</title><summary type='text'>so, in the last two days, my mind has come to the question, am I willing to die for it? Countless hours have been spent dwelling on this question. Tossing it around. Praying that my answer will be yes. There is still fear. Maybe it's growing up where I did, not being as exposed to death. Maybe it's all the violent movies I've watched that show incredible brutality. Maybe I'm not as committed as I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/8982320354908337100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=8982320354908337100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8982320354908337100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8982320354908337100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/03/til-death-do-us-part.html' title='&apos;til death do us part?'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-6654719334122204102</id><published>2009-03-01T21:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:12:17.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 things</title><summary type='text'>1. I am a visioncaster.         This evening, I was reading in my book Visioneering. The whole chapter was talking about how we are in fact visioncasters for the lives around us. That we have the choice to build up or tear down and that the closer we are to someone, the greater the weight of our words.         For awhile now, I've come to realize that our words are powerful, but over the last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/6654719334122204102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=6654719334122204102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6654719334122204102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6654719334122204102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-things.html' title='2 things'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-1395749207935037146</id><published>2009-02-25T22:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:29:20.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>contemplation</title><summary type='text'>This last week has been so overwhelming. I've never been so encouraged in my life. I just feel little pieces of my life coming together...things I thought were simply dreams might now been tangible in the near future. What? Is this for real? The enemy has been working overtime to try to tear me down. Usually, I quickly fade to the lies and worries and buckle under the pressure. But this time, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/1395749207935037146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=1395749207935037146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1395749207935037146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1395749207935037146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/02/contemplation.html' title='contemplation'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-4107586209094871908</id><published>2009-02-23T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:11:11.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>beyond blessed</title><summary type='text'>I think this has to have been one of the most encouraging days. So blessed, honored and free. I think three fears were conquered! Man, God is so good, faithful, unbelieveable, life-giving, overwhelming, consuming, my all. I'm thankful.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/4107586209094871908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=4107586209094871908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4107586209094871908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4107586209094871908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/02/beyond-blessed.html' title='beyond blessed'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-7798002848355310817</id><published>2009-02-21T22:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:44:11.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>welcome to my world of pushing people away. I've come to realize that I have a tendency to get close to people and then when things get really personal, I start backtracking. I turn around, distance myself, and just treat them more like acquaintances....really frustrating. Pride, Pain and Fear are the culprits, but how long will I let them rule my life? This is my life isn't it? And I've given my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/7798002848355310817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=7798002848355310817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7798002848355310817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7798002848355310817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-my-world-of-pushing-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-696226654376530620</id><published>2009-02-19T21:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:21:28.878-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RUSH OF FOOLS never far away</title><summary type='text'>Another mile down the roadAnother mile from our home At times I feel quite aloneCause you know, cause you know all there is to knowSo hold my heart, as it’s breaking apartAnd I’ll hold yours in mineOh oh oh oh, you’re never far awayOh, oh, oh, oh, you’re never far awayOh, oh, oh, oh, you’re never far awayFrom meI close my eyes and try to seeSee you right in front of meAs if you’re only in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/696226654376530620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=696226654376530620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/696226654376530620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/696226654376530620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/02/rush-of-fools-never-far-away.html' title='RUSH OF FOOLS never far away'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-7631893955484961639</id><published>2009-02-15T16:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:22:22.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brokenness</title><summary type='text'>my prayer: that God would put all my brokenness back together.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/7631893955484961639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=7631893955484961639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7631893955484961639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7631893955484961639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/02/brokenness.html' title='brokenness'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-7583282675604798898</id><published>2009-02-10T17:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:04:46.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"give me your eyes so I can see"</title><summary type='text'>So this morning, I actually had time to read the Bible...which is incredibly amazing considering I am almost always running late in the mornings. But I was reading a little more in 1 Samuel and came across this:[But God told Samuel, "Looks aren't everything. Don't be impressed with his looks and stature. I've already eliminated him. God judges persons differently than humans do. Men and women </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/7583282675604798898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=7583282675604798898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7583282675604798898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7583282675604798898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/02/give-me-your-eyes-so-i-can-see.html' title='&quot;give me your eyes so I can see&quot;'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-4956328976949816619</id><published>2009-02-09T23:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:17:19.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>obedience</title><summary type='text'>[There's no rule that says God can only deliver by using a big army. No one can stop God from saving when he sets his mind to it]1 Samuel 14:5bbottom line? Jonathan had faith. He knew the reality of God's greatness. Often, I get trapped in the illusion that the world revolves around me. I guess I tend to forget that God is able to do all things. So many times I find myself carrying the weight of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/4956328976949816619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=4956328976949816619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4956328976949816619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4956328976949816619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/02/obedience.html' title='obedience'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-6927535253689409594</id><published>2009-02-08T17:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:54:42.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart</title><summary type='text'>The last couple days, I've been longing to be in Boone. I miss the air there, the people, the memories, the beauty. Maybe it's been the weather, maybe it's that a part of my soul came alive in the mountains, maybe it's both. I have just been wanting to hike so bad, so my roomie and I went to the park for a walk/run and then played some frisbee. How fun, but my soul wasn't quenched. So, when I got</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/6927535253689409594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=6927535253689409594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6927535253689409594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6927535253689409594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-heart.html' title='my heart'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ll_7ukrMBpE/SY9hgm3f0SI/AAAAAAAAACU/MOW6rF5vT_c/s72-c/IMG_1169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-3993127142702228203</id><published>2009-02-08T00:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:25:07.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks kate</title><summary type='text'>I would like to thank my old roommate Kate for introducing me to Sufjan Stevens. I did everything for you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/3993127142702228203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=3993127142702228203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3993127142702228203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3993127142702228203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/02/thanks-kate.html' title='thanks kate'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-6297023797323052881</id><published>2009-02-01T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:02:40.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pumped</title><summary type='text'>This website just encourages me and I think it is amazing what the group is doing in AfricaWhy the Woods?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/6297023797323052881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=6297023797323052881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6297023797323052881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6297023797323052881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/02/pumped.html' title='pumped'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-7441980344489812035</id><published>2009-01-28T18:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:48:47.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cool</title><summary type='text'>Right after I posted Brief, I got on the phone with my mom. She told me that she felt like God gave her a verse to give to me earlier that day. Joshua 1:9 "Have I not commanded you? Be strong and Courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go."just what I needed. I told her that I had just written about that on my blog. amazing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/7441980344489812035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=7441980344489812035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7441980344489812035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7441980344489812035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/01/cool.html' title='cool'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-6594254993973175197</id><published>2009-01-27T22:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:39:15.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brief</title><summary type='text'>There are many times I've sat down over the past couple of days, wanting to write but unable to bring my mind to place where I could truly put into words how I felt. Of course there are many random words such as overwhelmed, frustrated, perplexed, panic, worn-out, intrigued, and miserable, but not only are most of the words depressing but also incredibly hard to express through words....at least </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/6594254993973175197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=6594254993973175197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6594254993973175197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6594254993973175197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/01/brief.html' title='brief'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-4894870726112028344</id><published>2009-01-20T23:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:49:59.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the notebook</title><summary type='text'>I watched the notebook a couple of days ago. This quote stuck out[The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me. That's what I hope to give to you forever.]This is God and what he's done in my life and I should be face down, praying for the opportunity to give just a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/4894870726112028344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=4894870726112028344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4894870726112028344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4894870726112028344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/01/notebook.html' title='the notebook'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-8658031395113045737</id><published>2009-01-18T17:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T17:29:08.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition</title><summary type='text'>magnanimous \mag-NAN-uh-muhs\, adjective:1. noble in mind or soul; free from mean or petty feelings or acts2. showing a generous spirit; generous in forgivingOne day, I long to be looked upon as someone exhibiting this characteristic. beautiful.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/8658031395113045737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=8658031395113045737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8658031395113045737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8658031395113045737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/01/definition.html' title='Definition'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-1586142918140105156</id><published>2009-01-17T23:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:25:32.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the end - James 5</title><summary type='text'>[My brothers, if anyone among you wanders from the truth and someone brings him back, let him know that whoever brings back a sinner from his wandering will save his soul from death and will cover a multitude of sins]-James 5:19-20These verses are so important to me. I've been to a lot of churches in my short lifetime and seen a lot of really great things, as well as some really messed up things.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/1586142918140105156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=1586142918140105156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1586142918140105156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1586142918140105156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-james-5.html' title='the end - James 5'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-3111948560599003466</id><published>2009-01-15T16:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:08:42.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>James 4</title><summary type='text'>As I was reading James 4 today, I realized that there wasn't one or two verses that just stuck out but rather the majority of them, so let me break the passage down.[Where do you think all these appalling wars and quarrels come from? Do you think they just happen? Think again. They come about because you want your own way, and fight for it deep inside yourselves. You lust for what you don't have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/3111948560599003466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=3111948560599003466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3111948560599003466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3111948560599003466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/01/james-4.html' title='James 4'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-3153904352113018683</id><published>2009-01-14T19:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:59:59.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dang</title><summary type='text'>"It only takes a spark, remember, to set off a forest fire. A careless or wrongly placed word out of your mouth can do that. By our speech we can ruin the world, turn harmony to chaos, throw mud on a reputation, send the whole world up in smoke and go up in smoke with it, smoke right from the pit of hell." - James 3:5-6yikes. the destruction. the horror. this hits home. i don't know how many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/3153904352113018683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=3153904352113018683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3153904352113018683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3153904352113018683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/01/dang.html' title='dang'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-1336445373614756447</id><published>2009-01-13T22:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:54:31.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rockin the boat</title><summary type='text'>"For judgement is without mercy to the one who has shown no mercy." -James 2:13awhat if the reason I feel judged is because I judge. what if the reason I struggle with feeling loved is because I struggle to love. what if the reason I don't feel good enough is because I look of others as if they aren't good enough. what if I changed my mindset. what if I found something beautiful in everyone, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/1336445373614756447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=1336445373614756447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1336445373614756447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1336445373614756447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/01/rockin-boat.html' title='rockin the boat'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-367970457234488024</id><published>2009-01-11T15:54:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:26:20.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Settling -</title><summary type='text'>something I've come to accept and expect in my life. I have just always felt like I have to settle...whatever the situation. It really is quite frustrating! I always have the job that I'm good at that I don't love, but I need a job, so I work it....I seem to choose the guys that like other "types" of girls and feel that eventually I'm going to have to settle in the end....what I want to do in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/367970457234488024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=367970457234488024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/367970457234488024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/367970457234488024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/01/settling.html' title='Settling -'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-8564981699003388734</id><published>2009-01-06T22:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:36:20.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I choose life and blessing</title><summary type='text'>This past week has been amazing. Well, minus the skidding across a playground surrounded by 4-yr olds, landing in an unnatural split, crying like a baby AND then falling again that night, same day mind you, and hitting your head on the ground along with twisting the opposite knee. I know. I'm awesome. :) Well, I've just spent a lot of time with God and it has been really hard. I always find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/8564981699003388734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=8564981699003388734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8564981699003388734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8564981699003388734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-choose-life-and-blessing.html' title='I choose life and blessing'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-7608151400189067692</id><published>2008-12-29T17:17:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:10:09.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stillness</title><summary type='text'>So this week, I'm going to dedicate as much time to being still before the Lord, or at least learning to be still before such a mighty, loving God. My life has become chaos. I've learned to organize it well, but in essence, I never have enough time. Right before the holidays, I think I was cramming a 26 hour day into 21 hours so that I could crank in 3 hours of sleep just to do it all over again </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/7608151400189067692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=7608151400189067692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7608151400189067692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7608151400189067692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2008/12/stillness.html' title='stillness'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-8125891910103140335</id><published>2008-12-29T03:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:11:53.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>offering</title><summary type='text'>It's so late. I can't sleep. Something is just not sitting right...might have been dinner, might be worry, might be past exhaustion, might be learning new things and constantly thinking of new things. Whatever the reason, I sit here, half awake, half asleep, typing. Today, my sister and I went to Newspring Community Church and it was off-the-hook! The worship was amazing and not to mention being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/8125891910103140335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=8125891910103140335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8125891910103140335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/8125891910103140335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2008/12/offering.html' title='offering'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-2360554204559616461</id><published>2008-12-27T15:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:34:58.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the holidays</title><summary type='text'>So, Christmas was great this year...probably the best celebration we have had in a long time. Everyone was joyful. I got way more gifts than expected, but loved all of them and am thankful to be able to get gifts. My grandparents visited this year, which is nice because I can't remember the last time I saw them...actually, it might have been when I graduated from college in may '07. Long time. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/2360554204559616461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=2360554204559616461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/2360554204559616461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/2360554204559616461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-holidays.html' title='I love the holidays'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ll_7ukrMBpE/SVaRYjvCPlI/AAAAAAAAABc/NUsi14nGGEI/s72-c/IMG_1319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-4797659428327563933</id><published>2008-12-24T00:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:29:37.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A thankful heart</title><summary type='text'>Man, I am SO thankful right now. Thankful for a family. for a mom that is incredibly loving. a dad that is amazingly encouraging. for a savior that is selfless and perfect. a church that is serving. a mind that is able to learn new things. and SO much more. gosh. I am really excited to just be learning and having distractions be revealed to me. It's a pretty cool feeling, even if it is just for a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/4797659428327563933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=4797659428327563933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4797659428327563933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4797659428327563933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2008/12/thankful-heart.html' title='A thankful heart'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-4489930989678325957</id><published>2008-12-21T13:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T13:50:16.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOWN AWAY</title><summary type='text'>I am so in love! God is really such a forgiving and miraculous God. How could I ever ask for more? I love when my life gets demolished and leaves me standing there in raw flesh...this is when I know something big is happening...and yes, I'm usually that oblivious. My spirit is jubilant! I finally had a chance to visit Newspring church yesterday and it was worth the drive! The worship was amazing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/4489930989678325957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=4489930989678325957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4489930989678325957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4489930989678325957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2008/12/blown-away.html' title='BLOWN AWAY'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-5257417748831987042</id><published>2008-12-20T01:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:37:42.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd post for the night</title><summary type='text'>Derek Webb's Wedding Dress -this song is so captivating. really makes you think. I'm thankful for a God that is wild.also, I get to visit NEWSPRING COMMUNITY CHURCH .... I'm PSYCHED</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/5257417748831987042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=5257417748831987042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/5257417748831987042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/5257417748831987042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2008/12/2nd-post-for-night.html' title='2nd post for the night'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-1097238819985769965</id><published>2008-12-19T22:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T22:43:43.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.</title><summary type='text'>I love when my spirit sings. Tonight, this is resognating through my entirety:Til on that cross that Jesus died,the wrath of God was SATISFIED,for every sin on Him was laid;here in the death of Christ I LIVE.There in the ground His body lay,Light of the world by darkness slain,Then bursting forth in glorious day,Up from the grave He rose again.And as He stands in victory,Sin's curse has lost its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/1097238819985769965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=1097238819985769965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1097238819985769965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1097238819985769965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow.html' title='wow.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ll_7ukrMBpE/SUxp5q0LDHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/FG0RbwUaQcA/s72-c/worship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-6852048258036849826</id><published>2008-12-18T14:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:55:27.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my prayer</title><summary type='text'>Father God, here I am, broken-breaking, alone. I thank you for giving m echances and allowing me to come back. Father, forgive me for my sins, my suprsesion, my doubt. Father, forgive me for tearing myself down, Lord, I need you. I need your truth and love,. Father, break through my walls. Tear them down and bring beauty and strength in their place. Father, help me with my thought proces and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/6852048258036849826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=6852048258036849826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6852048258036849826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6852048258036849826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-prayer.html' title='my prayer'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-7639144276859559529</id><published>2008-12-11T22:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:28:09.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stretched.</title><summary type='text'>Man, God showed me so much and all today...so, get ready for a long entry. While going through the search for significance workbook, I just started getting overwhelmed. I kep thinking and thinking, struggling to figure out the root issue of why I was feeling bombarded with emotion. Then, my mind flooded. Face to face with fears that have haunted my conscious for way too long. I couldn't handle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/7639144276859559529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=7639144276859559529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7639144276859559529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7639144276859559529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2008/12/stretched.html' title='stretched.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-4759130223826581286</id><published>2008-12-10T23:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:29:02.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jealousy</title><summary type='text'>well, I'm a jealous person. Whether it's about somebody getting recognition for my work, somebody being prettier than I am, someone being smarter than I am, someone being funnier....whatever the reason, it always involves another. Today it was mentioned that God is a jealous God and when we are jealous of others, we are making an idol out of that person. And we all know how God feels about idols </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/4759130223826581286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=4759130223826581286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4759130223826581286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4759130223826581286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2008/12/jealousy.html' title='jealousy'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-3252272800000385547</id><published>2008-12-08T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:44:35.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yea</title><summary type='text'>I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/3252272800000385547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=3252272800000385547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3252272800000385547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/3252272800000385547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2008/12/yea.html' title='yea'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-7837030965733036785</id><published>2008-12-05T23:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T23:53:27.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The best part of the job</title><summary type='text'>It's such a blessing to be loved by a child. Children are so honest, innocent, and free and one they are old enough to talk, they fight for their independence. They love to prove that they don't need you and can do things on their own. But man, when they coming running up to you, arms stretched to their maximum length, smiling ear to ear my heart melts. All my worries fade in the background and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/7837030965733036785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=7837030965733036785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7837030965733036785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7837030965733036785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-part-of-job.html' title='The best part of the job'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-2689620703617323239</id><published>2008-11-27T10:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T10:35:59.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TURKEY DAY :) *gobble gobble*</title><summary type='text'>So, I LOVE waking up to my dad sumersaulting over me while landing on the other side of the bed waiting for me to respond...like it was a common encounter. God has been showing me just how much I have to be thankful for these past few months. Actually, I was reading in numbers the other day and came across a passage about the people wandering in the wilderness grumbling about their food. They </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/2689620703617323239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=2689620703617323239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/2689620703617323239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/2689620703617323239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-day-gobble-gobble.html' title='TURKEY DAY :) *gobble gobble*'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-2538524141071539218</id><published>2008-11-25T16:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:16:25.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You are.</title><summary type='text'>God of this city -- Chris TomlinYou're the God of this cityYou're the King of these peopleYou're the Lord of this nationYou AreBridge:For there is no one like our GodThere is no one like our GodChorus 1:Greater things have yet to comeGreat things are still to be doneIn this cityGreater things are still to comeAnd greater things are still to be done hereVerse 2:You're the Lord of CreationThe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/2538524141071539218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=2538524141071539218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/2538524141071539218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/2538524141071539218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are.html' title='You are.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-1855498695789759483</id><published>2008-11-22T16:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:13:42.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><summary type='text'>First off, if you ever need a gulp of reality you should check out newspring.cc and listen to some of Perry Noble's sermonsSecond, I am so thankful for my life. I am thankful for a job that I love, friends that I love, people that are challenging me, pastors that know what's up, a God that loves me no matter what, a family that cares, a lovely place to live, a safe community and so much more. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/1855498695789759483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=1855498695789759483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1855498695789759483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/1855498695789759483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-7099970761153748431</id><published>2008-08-18T21:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:14:26.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I cut my hair.</title><summary type='text'>I decided I needed a little spice in my life...so, I gave myself bangs. Then, a week or so later (thanks to those who didn't bring it to my attention earlier than that)  I noticed that my hair cut was a blonde version of Darth Vadar's helmet so, the scissors came out again. This time, I gave myself layers.... now I have short, borderline speedracer helmet, layered hair. I think I've finally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/7099970761153748431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=7099970761153748431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7099970761153748431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/7099970761153748431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-i-cut-my-hair.html' title='So, I cut my hair.'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ll_7ukrMBpE/SKoeWQz-W-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/PwMOrq_LzMQ/s72-c/IMG_2729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-6614221618608268870</id><published>2008-08-18T21:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:05:02.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>conservative churches</title><summary type='text'>so what's with green carpeting in a lot of conservative churches.... is it just me? Whenever I visit a conservative church, it seems like the majority of the time the carpet is green...almost a mix between hunter and kelly green... what is the reasoning behind the selection of green for carpeting?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/6614221618608268870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=6614221618608268870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6614221618608268870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/6614221618608268870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2008/08/conservative-churches.html' title='conservative churches'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-4277770476560125257</id><published>2008-07-10T19:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:44:31.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I came across this quote of my pastor's blog and felt compelled to post it....“Integrity is never having to wonder if your mic is on!”...I need to work on this more.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/4277770476560125257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=4277770476560125257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4277770476560125257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/4277770476560125257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-came-across-this-quote-of-my-pastors.html' title=''/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25329761.post-5800212440354063213</id><published>2008-05-27T21:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:37:30.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>whew</title><summary type='text'>once again, it's been awhile. I don't even know if people are still reading this but I feel productive when I update. I am now living at the beach and the weather is fantastic! I don't I've ever lived in a place where multiple times throughout the week, sometimes throughout the day, I am blown away about how incredibly, beautiful the sky is. I have obtained yet another job and am currently a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/feeds/5800212440354063213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25329761&amp;postID=5800212440354063213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/5800212440354063213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25329761/posts/default/5800212440354063213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://refinedlenses.blogspot.com/2008/05/whew.html' title='whew'/><author><name>Bonnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12501062433724387362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
