<?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-5059229268762515464</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:37:49.788-04:00</updated><category term='A New Beginning'/><title type='text'>Natalie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059229268762515464.post-4614178418464518726</id><published>2010-02-21T22:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:34:43.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost day seven  AKA Week 2</title><content type='html'>So when I said it was my first day I was just joking....kinda. I ended up only doing 3 days that week. Instead, I have decided that last Monday was the official day one. Lets just say that after a week of working out I have definitely found out that I have muscles I never knew I had.  I also started running again so I'm pretty much dying right now. I didn't stick to the diet the last part of the week so that's my goal for this week.  Baby steps right?  &lt;div&gt;All in all I love it. I don't do all of the arms because I don't want to get jacked. I cut yoga day short because it bores me and Brittany to death so we just ran instead. Oh yeah! Brittany has been working out with me every morning too! That helps motivate me so much! I won't be working out tomorrow morning cause I haven't been feeling too well today but hopefully I can get it in by the end of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been a good experience so far, but one thing God has been teaching me over this week is about being intentional and disciplined. I was able to do it for the most part with my workout program but how disciplined am I with my time for other things like school work, time with the Lord, and other things that God has place on my heart that should definitely be a part of my life? Exercise really can be a time of worship for me--when I can focus on praying for others or praising God for His blessings. So I'm not saying that its bad its just reminded me of other things that need to be disciplined in my life much more than this. I'm so thankful for God and his ways of reminding me of my desperate need for him and his rich mercy and blessings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-4614178418464518726?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/4614178418464518726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=4614178418464518726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/4614178418464518726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/4614178418464518726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2010/02/almost-day-seven-aka-week-2.html' title='Almost day seven  AKA Week 2'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-6483931551101990828</id><published>2010-02-08T20:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:11:05.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>P90x--Day 1</title><content type='html'>I've already decided that this definitely is not going to be a daily blog about p90x. First of all, because it would take up even more time that I don't have right now. Secondly, I don't think I really want to think about P90x when I'm not doing it. School has started back up in full gear so I'm going to make this quick by making a few observations about Day 1. &lt;div&gt;-Anything has to be better than doing nothing since it is SO cold outside lately!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-It makes me appreciate running even more :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-It doesn't seem hard and then all of a sudden it hits you and you are completely worn out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The instructor, Tony Whatever-his-name-is, reminds me of an athletic version of Michael from the office--therefore he is definitely going to get on my nerves real quick especially with the whole Blam (Pam's nickname) thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT... it definitely will get anyone into shape if they stick with it. That's obvious. So hopefully 90 days from now I will be ranting and raving about how wonderful it is :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-6483931551101990828?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/6483931551101990828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=6483931551101990828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/6483931551101990828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/6483931551101990828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2010/02/p90x-day-1.html' title='P90x--Day 1'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-6571583578872397538</id><published>2010-02-03T18:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:00:42.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My P90x Journey-preface</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I did it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I bought P90x.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For a girl that has grown up working out her whole life I really have my reservations about this program.  Most of these videos promise quick fixes that never come about. Some of the videos are so geared towards guys that a girl never really gets a work out geared toward her body type. And finally, the last thing I want is to come out looking like a body builder... that's not so attractive. Part of the reason I bought the P90x is because I cancelled my gym membership about a year ago. It was nice break and all but I just love the feeling of pushing your body to its limit or the rush you have after crossing the finish line after a half marathon. So I got back into running over the summer and, along with Jenna and Sam, I trained for my first half-marathon! Now I'm looking to complete my first marathon in October. However, running only does so much. It's time to get back to working out my whole body. Being prone to injury and also because of the need to cross train while getting ready for the marathon, I bought P90x. I'm thankful that God has allowed me to run again so I need to make sure I train in the best way possible.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So here I go... the questions I have will only be answered by trying it for myself. I might as well give it a shot. Now all I have to do is wait for the pull up bar and a few other things and I should be good to go.... Do I really have the time to do this and train for a marathon? I guess only time will tell.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-6571583578872397538?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/6571583578872397538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=6571583578872397538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/6571583578872397538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/6571583578872397538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-p90x-journey-preface.html' title='My P90x Journey-preface'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-2043084109359688182</id><published>2009-07-15T23:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:37:57.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No AC</title><content type='html'>I posed a question to my roommate a little while back... &lt;div&gt;Do you think that since we live in a place that looks probably a lot more like heaven than most places, we don't long for heaven as much as we would if we lived in a place that more resembled hell? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, these are the random thoughts going through my mind as I drive along perfectly manicured yards, see Stepford wives running miles on end, and step outside my front door to see gorgeous yellow roses blooming almost every day. I live so comfortably. I heard a missionary explain how hard it is to come back to the States because he gets comfortable so easily. When he's overseas he knows he is on a mission. He lives as though he is on a mission. His life is driven by that mission-to make Christ and His love known to all. Here I find myself caught up in my own life all too often. I am amazed and at the same time ashamed of how much more focused my life is when I am on a missions trip or involved in a project at church. As much as I strive after the wind looking for comfort in my life, in my heart of hearts I long for that discomfort that reminds me that I am an exile here. This is not my home. I belong to another kingdom and my life is only a preparation for that place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post came to mind because I am laying in my living room, not my bedroom, because the AC is broken and its practically a sauna up there! I want to complain and get frustrated, but would I complain if I was in a hut in Africa somewhere? Who knows. I'd like to think not. But instead of desiring to be somewhere God has not placed me in order to learn this lesson, I must learn to live missionally here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, help me to never get so comfortable that I live for myself but that I always am living unto You. May the blessings that you bring be occasions for me to rejoice in you and the discomforts that come my way opportunities to lean on you all the more. Keep my eyes focused on you in the midst of great beauty or despair so that I would live a life that brings glory to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px; "&gt;"Be still and know that I am God, I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-2043084109359688182?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/2043084109359688182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=2043084109359688182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/2043084109359688182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/2043084109359688182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-ac.html' title='No AC'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-276779506746219635</id><published>2009-06-14T23:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:40:13.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(218, 21, 109); font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This post took place over two years ago. Its hard to believe it was that two years have passed by since that time. It seems like I just wrote this blog. As I am laying here in the same room I can still remember the emotion I felt as I wrote these words, the passion that I felt for life, and the excitement that I had for what was in store. Howbeit, I probably would have never returned to Wake Forest if I had known what God was going to allow to happen in my life just weeks later. He knew what I was about to encounter and wanted to implant this truth in my life apart from the circumstances I faced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now I lay here, two years later, and I'm learning the same lesson but in such a different way. I am learning that all of life's experience are meant to glorify Him whether it be a blessing in which I find so much joy, happiness and satisfaction--that has come at the cost of his life on the cross. On the other hand when I am going through a trial or suffering because of the effects of sin I can count it as joy because I am learning to lean on Christ and glory in his death on the cross alone. My joy and contentment in life should not be based on circumstance but on Christ. This is a hard lesson to learn. I have not yet achieved it, but I am learning it. He wants me to be completely satisfied in Him and to sacrificially live life and love others because of His great love for me.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;February 24, 2007&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Clemson right now...200.85 miles from my apartment, 773 miles from home, and two feet away from the bed that is calling my name to go to sleep :) but I can't help but think about all of the different places i've been in my life and how for the first time in years I feel like I am where I'm supposed to be! Believe me not everything is falling into place. As it has been said "when it rains it pours" and for me that includes the good and the bad. What I'm learning is that no matter where you are and how hard its "raining"--look at it as an opportunity to dance in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;There is just something about being wherever God has placed you, having an amazing time being there, and not always trying to figure every little thing out! I'm an analyzer. I analyze this, that and everything in between! My life has been spent trying to figure out my next move, other people's next move, and I guess altogether God's next move--and it seems to have been a complete waste of time. I received the BEST advice the other day from a friend when she told me to stop analyzing an just enjoy life and that got me to think how the best times in my life have been the times when I've been carefree, relaxed, vulnerable, free to love, and looking for even the smallest blessings in the most trivial of situations. So now it doesn't matter if I'm at Southeastern working on a masters program that is going to take an eternity to finish or laying on the beach on some remote island--life is going to be only as good as what I allow it to be. God is just waiting to shower us with blessings and yes some of those blessings come through hard times in that we can know Him all the more. I believe God wants us to enjoy life to the fullest because we are completely filled by His Spirit. Solomon knew what he was talking about when he said "I perceived that there is nothing better for them than to be joyful and to do good as long as they live." Ups and downs will come and go, questions about purpose and identity will arise, but I'm positive that there is always some kind of blessing that you can identify in your life, thank God for it, keep trusting God in ALL things, and just go on enjoying life and serving HIM. I know all of this is completely random and just to let you know my blogs don't always follow a logical train of thought but hey it's late and I felt like typing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END and goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-276779506746219635?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/276779506746219635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=276779506746219635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/276779506746219635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/276779506746219635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-post-took-place-over-two-years-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-9029893914859122691</id><published>2009-06-14T23:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:21:22.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mended</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(84, 85, 89);   line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You repair all that we have torn apart and&lt;br /&gt;You unveil a new beginning in our hearts and&lt;br /&gt;We stand grateful for all that has been left behind and&lt;br /&gt;All that goes before us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got all things suspended&lt;br /&gt;All things connected&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was forgotten&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your love is perfect&lt;br /&gt;You are our healer&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's broken&lt;br /&gt;And we're not a mystery to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will dance 'cause you restore the wasted years and&lt;br /&gt;You will sing over all our coming fears and&lt;br /&gt;We'll stand grateful for all that has been left behind and all that goes before us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you mend the breech&lt;br /&gt;And you break every fetter&lt;br /&gt;You give us your best, but what we thought was better&lt;br /&gt;And you are to be praised&lt;br /&gt;You are to be praised &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(84, 85, 89);   line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(84, 85, 89);  line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In the light of a lot of what has taken place this weekend and the things God has revealed to me in my heart concerning how I view Him I have realized that He is so much greater than my sins. He loves me with a love that is purer that all other loves, and it is because His great love that I can live confident in the fact that He will finish was he has started in me. It is because of His love that I am not in held captive to my sins. His love does not condemn. It brings about repentance which is an evidence of the work of the Spirit. I'm so thankful for Christ who is my healer and my restorer of all broken things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-9029893914859122691?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/9029893914859122691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=9029893914859122691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/9029893914859122691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/9029893914859122691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2009/06/mended.html' title='Mended'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-3665642133131250582</id><published>2009-05-14T03:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T03:51:03.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(64, 34, 151);   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fades Never ending, &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;Your glory goes beyond all fame my heart and my soul, &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;Lord I give you control &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;Consume me from the inside out Lord &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;Let justice and praise become my embrace To love You from the inside out  &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;Your will above all else, my purpose remains The art of losing myself in bringing you praise&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal arial; "&gt;I'm so tired of writing this paper for Old Testament right now to be completely honest. Its 3:30am and I don't think I could make it any colder in here, do any more crunches and pushups to stay awake, or think of anything else to write for this paper. Its all about how God dealt with the other nations in the prophetic books of the Bible, and to be honest I just see myself painted all across these books. God just wants all of mankind to be captivated by him, worshipping him, in awe of who he is--not for the things he gives or takes away, but for who he is. When God told Moses to go to Egypt he didn't say I will do this and that for you. He told him to say that I AM sent you. God wants us to be satisfied with Him alone. I know I'm at fault many times for looking to God for what he gives or what he can take away in my life in order to make my life better in my opinion. Circumstances and desires often cloud my view of God. But the most precious times in my life have been when he doesn't change anything and although I so desperately want to see my situation changed, just like the Israelites did, he just gives me a glimpse of himself. He gives me just enough to trust him to see that he alone is worthy of my praise and worship. He will do whatever it takes to reclaim our wandering hearts just like he did with Israel. He alone is our satisfaction. I desire that above all else...just to see him. His Word reveals more than I could ever fully comprehend, but that doesn't stop me from longing for the day when I see him face to face. Thoughts like this make everything else in life fade into the backdrop of his glorious grace.   &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-3665642133131250582?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/3665642133131250582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=3665642133131250582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/3665642133131250582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/3665642133131250582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2009/05/everlasting-your-light-will-shine-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-9070069734972992357</id><published>2008-08-09T23:28:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:25:46.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures and updates!</title><content type='html'>Its been a little over two weeks since Mom had her surgery. I am happy to say that she keeps getting better every day. Please keep praying for Ted he has had an additional surgery since the transplant and could possibly have another surgery tomorrow. The kidney transplant was successful but other complications are coming up now.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from the weekend in Ann Arbor. I know it was a rough weekend on the family over all but I left the hospital knowing that I definitely can't wait to be a nurse! Mom and Dad thought it would be best for me to go back with her to pre-op and be able to talk to the anesthesiologist and the surgeons. Despite the crazy emotions of seeing your mom go through that kind of surgery it was a great to spend time with family and catch a glimpse of my future :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232874204826067330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hpU35HmfUIM/SJ7nXUT2YYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CdUTN9Vd1hk/s200/Patio2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sitting by the pool the night before we left for Ann Arbor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232875933403652834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hpU35HmfUIM/SJ7o77w3IuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1TP-Tf3FC3E/s200/MomandNat2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mom and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232875404040303474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hpU35HmfUIM/SJ7odHuzc3I/AAAAAAAAACI/QPQPSKdx-t4/s200/DadandNat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dad and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hpU35HmfUIM/SJ7pv2YUc1I/AAAAAAAAACg/DN_vccpLNKU/s1600-h/NatandBoys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232876825311736658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hpU35HmfUIM/SJ7pv2YUc1I/AAAAAAAAACg/DN_vccpLNKU/s200/NatandBoys.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick, Jeff and I sat outside most of the day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hpU35HmfUIM/SJ7pWYEo1WI/AAAAAAAAACY/p6usk5SVKNI/s1600-h/NanaandNat2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232876387679393122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hpU35HmfUIM/SJ7pWYEo1WI/AAAAAAAAACY/p6usk5SVKNI/s200/NanaandNat2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nana joined us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232877346201758194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hpU35HmfUIM/SJ7qOK2LafI/AAAAAAAAACo/XRpUh7FSUjA/s200/NickSleeping.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;Its a long drive from Chicago...had to catch up on sleep at some time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-9070069734972992357?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/9070069734972992357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=9070069734972992357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/9070069734972992357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/9070069734972992357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/08/pictures-and-updates.html' title='Pictures and updates!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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/_hpU35HmfUIM/SJ7nXUT2YYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CdUTN9Vd1hk/s72-c/Patio2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059229268762515464.post-3550546112720068017</id><published>2008-07-26T09:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T09:30:20.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home</title><content type='html'>It looks like we're leaving Ann Arbor today! Last night Mom had some normal food, walked a little bit, and she looked so much better. The surgeon said she would probably be able to leave this morning or afternoon.  So one more trip to the hospital and hopefully we'll be able to head home! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted is doing very well. When we visited him yesterday morning he looked great and was already walking. I'm so happy that Mom could do this for such a wonderful family and its great that they are both right on track for recovery!  Now we've gotta get back to the hospital and I'll find out if the nurses could find a pair of scrubs for me that weren't XXL! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-3550546112720068017?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/3550546112720068017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=3550546112720068017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/3550546112720068017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/3550546112720068017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/07/going-home.html' title='Going Home'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-7805931315899519492</id><published>2008-07-24T17:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:09:35.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just out of surgery...</title><content type='html'>4.5 hrs of surgery and 2 hrs of recovery so far but Mom is right on track according to the surgeon.  He said that mom's kidney was beautiful and the surgery went as well as possible.  Ted is in recovery and so far he has accepted the kidney and is doing well! The surgical team was great and I'm so thankful for their talent. Our family is so excited to see how God protected them and guided the surgery. Thank you so much for your prayers! Please continue to keep praying as they are recovering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-7805931315899519492?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/7805931315899519492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=7805931315899519492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/7805931315899519492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/7805931315899519492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-out-of-surgery.html' title='Just out of surgery...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-2031644207391572923</id><published>2008-07-21T01:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:48:34.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>Sorry to those of you that have been trying to leave comments! I finally fixed that... thanks for the emails and prayers though! I appreciate it and so does my family.  I will keep you updated in the days to come.  Thanks again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-2031644207391572923?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/2031644207391572923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=2031644207391572923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/2031644207391572923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/2031644207391572923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/07/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-5677034766781622174</id><published>2008-07-21T01:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:45:09.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stars</title><content type='html'>I think some of my favorite memories come from times where I was laying under the stars. I think back to those late night bonfires at Andy's when all of us at Faith would be laying by the bonfire just talking about whatever came to mind, nights spent with Dad setting up the telescope and checkin out the planets, laying out by the pool watching a meteor shower with Ron. Once college came around it didn't stop either...Northland was the best place to look at the stars. I loved seeing the aurora borealis, turning the headlights off at our bonfires by the lake and singing to God, laying out in the middle of the soccer field during preseason, and finishing the long trip back to campus by pulling off on the side of the road just to look at the stars because we lived out in the middle of nowhere and we could do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like something inspirational always happens when you're looking at stars. I don't know if that's just because you can finally put things into perspective after you've been reminded how small you are in the grand scheme of things or if its because you actually slowed down enough to think through some things. Either way I haven't done that too often since I've been at Southeastern. But tonight I was able to do that. So many things have changed lately or are about to change and tonight was the perfect night to lay back and think about all of that. I am so excited about what God has been doing in my life lately and the opportunities He has given to me in this next semester. I'm finally starting up classes that will go towards my BSN, I'm back at Providence and I'll be able to start serving there, I'm still studying at SEBTS which suprisingly I'm very excited about, and my job is going well. Believe me things haven't gone the way I thought they would over the last few years but I see God's hand guiding me through it all and tonight I was able to think back over some of that and look forward to this semester. All in all, tonight was a good kickoff to the upcoming semester!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-5677034766781622174?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/5677034766781622174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=5677034766781622174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/5677034766781622174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/5677034766781622174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/07/stars.html' title='The Stars'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-1429681180284525531</id><published>2008-07-15T22:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:37:15.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom and Dad and the Washburns are going to Ann Arbor tomorrow for the final checkup before the surgery next week.* Please keep them in your prayers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was finally able to register for two prerequistes for nursing school!!! I'm on my way...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AND...I'm going home in 7 days!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*My mom is donating her kidney to a close friend of the family and member of our church back home. It has been really amazing to see how God has worked everything out for this surgery to be possible. Now our prayers are that God's love and power will be seen through this operation, fears would be replaced by confidence in God (for those in the surgery and for family members), and for quick healing and recovery. The surgery will take place on Thursday, July 24th at the University Hospital at the University of Michigan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-1429681180284525531?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/1429681180284525531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=1429681180284525531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/1429681180284525531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/1429681180284525531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-5393419679838194545</id><published>2008-07-15T21:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:59:41.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiple Choice</title><content type='html'>Growing up I only attended two churches until I was 17 and graduated high school.  There just wasn't a choice in the matter.  We went to Bible Baptist in Illinois and Faith Baptist in Michigan, and that was that.  You didn't switch around.  I don't know if that was just do to the fact that there aren't a lot of churches to choose from in the North or my parents faithfulness (I'm thinking its the latter).  But i'm tellin you...the amount of good churches that are in Raleigh alone is enough to make a person's head spin. There literally seems to be a church on every corner. I have never had such a hard time picking a church as I have since I moved to seminary.  Even in college I pretty much knew exactly where I wanted to attend and got plugged in and stayed til I transfered. Well, "mass" at Bob Jones doesn't really count I guess...but that was short lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... coming here I had an idea of where I wanted to attend but I thought I should see whatelse was out there. The churches ranged from contemporary to traditional. Some had evening and wednesday night services while others only met Sunday morning and had Bible study at someone's house once a week. There were so many options! After searching for a while I started the membership process at Providence.  I really saw God at work in my life while I was there and just when I began to really get "plugged in" I felt that I should serve at another church for a while.  That only lasted a few months but after my time there had finished I faced the same dilemma again..."where should I go to church?"  I didn't want to drive all the way back to Raleigh since I drive there everyday for work. So I began the search again. Soon after I found a great church that was so much closer to SEBTS and began to attend there.  This church was great and the people there were great too, but I still felt like there was something missing. I went back to Providence and it just felt like home again. Weird how that is since its so big but I guess confirmation from God just gives you that feeling sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So having said all of that, I have finally found my church for the rest of my stay here in Raleigh. (unless gas prices keep going up I might be forced to start a church in my apartment and ask a neighbor to preach :)  I'm so excited to get plugged back in and I am thankful for the relationships I formed at other churches along my way back there.  I really struggled with the question of how do you pick a church after the fact that they are biblically based.  And maybe there is no cut and dry answer for that when you have so many choices like I have here in Raleigh. Since that dilemma has concluded I am not really going to worry about it any more but instead focus on being faithful to the church to which God has called me. Thank you for your prayers through it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-5393419679838194545?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/5393419679838194545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=5393419679838194545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/5393419679838194545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/5393419679838194545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/07/multiple-choice.html' title='Multiple Choice'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-6218674203267254991</id><published>2008-07-08T18:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:33:55.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tiffany!</title><content type='html'>My sweet niece Tiffany turned 11 today!!! I love this girl SO much.  I can't help but smile whenever she's around.  We have had some great memories with our girls nights out action packed with camping out in my room, nail painting, new hairstyles, creative makeup artistry, and talking about whatever came to mind til late at night.  Tiffany has an incredible talent for singing and acting and I love hearing her sing-a-long with her Highschool Musical Karaoke cd.  Most of all I love how she is one of the most genuine, fun loving, girls I've ever met.  Tiffany I'm so proud of who you are and who you're becoming! Have a fantastic birthday party tonight with your cherry pie cake :)  hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Tiff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-6218674203267254991?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/6218674203267254991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=6218674203267254991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/6218674203267254991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/6218674203267254991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-tiffany.html' title='Happy Birthday Tiffany!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-1626334544875009974</id><published>2008-07-08T18:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:12:30.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend Away</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I escaped the unbearable heat in NC and ran away to the cooler land of Pennsylvania to visit one of my sisters.  Our weekend was spent watching fireworks downtown, hanging out at Portland's pool, trying to work on our tans, creating culinary masterpieces, eating food that had very little nutritional value.... and just spending quality sister time together. On top of that Rob, Josh and Toni were all in town as well so I got to catch up with them as well.  I am so thankful for this past weekend since it was the first time Renee and I ever hungout apart from our huge family get togethers. When I was younger I probably thought I'd never been close to my big sister who had already moved out of the house, but its amazing what time can do. Thanks Renee for a great weekend and letting me win the bullseye game! ;-) Love you much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-1626334544875009974?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/1626334544875009974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=1626334544875009974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/1626334544875009974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/1626334544875009974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-weekend-away.html' title='My Weekend Away'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-8208382552435561142</id><published>2008-07-01T21:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T13:33:33.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Colin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One of the coolest little guys in the world turned 6 yesterday! When I talked to Colin on the phone he was telling me all about his big plans for the day which included hanging out with his friends, seeing Nana and Grandpa, eating cake and ice cream, and of course opening presents. I couldn't believe the same little guy that called me Aunt Maadalieee and wouldn't go in our pool without his Spiderman goggles was telling me how much he wanted Indiana Jones Lego's, spray colors, and other toys. I heard he couldn't sleep cause he was so excited that it was his birthday. So Colin, I hope you got some sleep last night after your big party and I will see you soon and we can play with those Lego's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;slightly outdated but still a favorite....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218470910153788226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hpU35HmfUIM/SGu7pOZtC0I/AAAAAAAAABw/C4tjGoXDB_4/s200/5cce14d84d6bc4b7_large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-8208382552435561142?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/8208382552435561142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=8208382552435561142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/8208382552435561142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/8208382552435561142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-colin.html' title='Happy Birthday Colin!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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://bp2.blogger.com/_hpU35HmfUIM/SGu7pOZtC0I/AAAAAAAAABw/C4tjGoXDB_4/s72-c/5cce14d84d6bc4b7_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059229268762515464.post-8592794982208533208</id><published>2008-06-30T01:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T02:07:33.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Late Night Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.artistdirect.com/nad/window/media/page/0,,3429920-7238153,00.html "&gt;Click to hear music file&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pouring outside, and I can't sleep. I could stay up all night listening to the rain which would leave me useless tomorrow if I do that... but as I was laying here I was thinking over this past year, the rain and a series of recent circumstances. It all took me back to a blog I wrote over a year ago. It's completely random because yet again it was another late night thought, but I thought I should recycle this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 24, 2007&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Clemson right now...200.85 miles from my apartment, 773 miles from home, and two feet away from the bed that is calling my name to go to sleep :) but I can't help but think about all of the different places i've been in my life and how for the first time in years I feel like I am where I'm supposed to be! Believe me not everything is falling into place. As it has been said "when it rains it pours" and for me that includes the good and the bad. What I'm learning is that no matter where you are and how hard its "raining"--look at it as an opportunity to dance in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;There is just something about being wherever God has placed you, having an amazing time being there, and not always trying to figure every little thing out! I'm an analyzer. I analyze this, that and everything in between! My life has been spent trying to figure out my next move, other people's next move, and I guess altogether God's next move--and it seems to have been a complete waste of time. I received the BEST advice the other day from a friend when she told me to stop analyzing an just enjoy life and that got me to think how the best times in my life have been the times when I've been carefree, relaxed, vulnerable, free to love, and looking for even the smallest blessings in the most trivial of situations. So now it doesn't matter if I'm at Southeastern working on a masters program that is going to take an eternity to finish or laying on the beach on some remote island--life is going to be only as good as what I allow it to be. God is just waiting to shower us with blessings and yes some of those blessings come through hard times in that we can know Him all the more. I believe God wants us to enjoy life to the fullest because we are completely filled by His Spirit. Solomon knew what he was talking about when he said "I perceived that there is nothing better for them than to be joyful and to do good as long as they live." Ups and downs will come and go, questions about purpose and identity will arise, but I'm positive that there is always some kind of blessing that you can identify in your life, thank God for it, keep trusting God in ALL things, and just go on enjoying life and serving HIM. I know all of this is completely random and just to let you know my blogs don't always follow a logical train of thought but hey it's late and I felt like typing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END and goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-8592794982208533208?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/8592794982208533208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=8592794982208533208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/8592794982208533208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/8592794982208533208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/06/late-night-thought.html' title='A Late Night Thought'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-1131202257944702071</id><published>2008-06-26T13:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:28:04.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>National Smile Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy National Smile Week! I got an article in the mail today announcing that this past week has been National Smile Week, however, when I Googled it I found that there are a lot of different weeks throughout the year that National Smile Week is celebrated around the world. But, if anyone knows me they know I have a slight obsession with teeth... its true I love my dentist...so I figure now is a better time than ever to celebrate smiles so here's a few random facts about smiles and some quotes that could bring a smile to your face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;According to an Invisalign Smile Survey...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;96% of people surveyed see a smile as very important ot someone's overall appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;84% of the people surveyed believe that an attractive smile is important for dating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;75% repsonded that an attractive smile is important for succeeding at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;71% believe that having an attractive smile is important for making new friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It takes as few as 5 pairs of facial muscles to smile which is less that what it takes to frown...so take the easy road and smile! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way when you criticize them, you are a mile away from them and you have their shoes." ~ Jack Handey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go. -- Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A day without laughter is a day wasted. -- Charlie Chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216242991484279730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="97" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hpU35HmfUIM/SGPRXSmKm7I/AAAAAAAAABg/sRPc6RuydWw/s200/smile-orange.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-1131202257944702071?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/1131202257944702071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=1131202257944702071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/1131202257944702071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/1131202257944702071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/06/national-smile-week.html' title='National Smile Week'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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/_hpU35HmfUIM/SGPRXSmKm7I/AAAAAAAAABg/sRPc6RuydWw/s72-c/smile-orange.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059229268762515464.post-5743836316743458553</id><published>2008-06-24T07:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T07:49:13.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Today, 71 years ago...can you believe it?!...in a little town called Burlison, TN my wonderful father was born. Today is the day to celebrate it! Too bad I'm in Raleigh missing out on all of the fun, but hey all you people out in Michigan have fun sittin' around the pool eating birthday cake. I love you much and will see you in 28 days! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-5743836316743458553?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/5743836316743458553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=5743836316743458553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/5743836316743458553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/5743836316743458553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-2874940606380727405</id><published>2008-06-23T00:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:35:03.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Melody's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is a little late in coming but one of my closest friends, Melody Fowler, became Melody Shirley just a couple of weeks ago!! I'm so happy for her. She was one of the most beautiful brides I have ever seen. Unfortunately, and as usual, I forgot to charge the battery for my camera so I am without pictures, but just picture this... a small chapel on the top of a mountain on the edge of a cliff; a violinist, cellist, and guitarist; bridesmaids dressed in black; and probably no more than 150 guests. Sounds perfect doesn't it? Well, it was pretty much was as close to perfect as you could get, but the best part is still to come. From the moment the rehearsal begin the wedding planner explained the purpose of this wedding--to be a worship service. The whole wedding was centered around God and glorifying Him for what He had brought together and how their lives were brought together in order to better serve Him. So not only was the bachelorette party a lot of fun, and staying in a beautiful home in the mountains nice, oh and how could I forget learning how to shag &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(its a southern dance for all of you northerners that are reading this haha)&lt;/span&gt; unforgettable, but I just want to take this opportunity to thank Melody and Seth for all of the great memories from their big day and for truly reflecting what a marriage ceremony should be--a time of worship. I love you both and best wishes to you as you begin your lives together as Mr. and Mrs. Seth Shirley! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh...and if anyone finds a hubcap at the Cliffs at Glassy let me know ;) hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-2874940606380727405?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/2874940606380727405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=2874940606380727405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/2874940606380727405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/2874940606380727405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/06/melodys-wedding.html' title='Melody&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-1195108339245803547</id><published>2008-05-18T02:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:40:19.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So much excitement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Here's a quick little update... I got to see my brother this week! (I love my family!!!), school is almost out, Melody is getting married soon, I FINALLY have had a chance to catch up with some friends from college, Mom got the ok on the surgery (please continue to pray for her), and....Julia is PREGNANT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-1195108339245803547?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/1195108339245803547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=1195108339245803547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/1195108339245803547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/1195108339245803547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-much-excitement.html' title='So much excitement'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-159021666646283222</id><published>2008-05-10T13:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:23:38.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I MOVED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I moved! No...not to Briarcreek as you are all probably thinking. Now I'm just a few doors down from where I lived for the past 2 years. This is definitely not the decision I saw myself making at this point but God really showed me that I was making my own plans and that I needed to trust him and finish what He called me to. So, for now I am still residing in McDizzle, hanging out with the same friends, and going to Southeastern. And to top it all off I have a new roommate!! I kind of have to laugh looking back on the way God orchestrated everything. Its funny how He always seems to always know what's best for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-159021666646283222?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/159021666646283222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=159021666646283222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/159021666646283222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/159021666646283222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-moved.html' title='I MOVED!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-6273697592961393894</id><published>2008-04-26T12:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T12:55:11.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie and Geth's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Here's a few pictures from Katie and Geth's Wedding...well, actually they're from the day before. I was a little busy on the wedding day. It was so much fun meeting her friends and spending time with her family. And one of the best parts was the drive out to Robbins--NC is gorgeous! Congratulations Katie and Geth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193596046951791282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hpU35HmfUIM/SBNcFn1vOrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ADKzTJ5cI8o/s320/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193597477175900882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hpU35HmfUIM/SBNdY31vOtI/AAAAAAAAABM/5t3VF5sfBKI/s320/DSC00136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193598112831060706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hpU35HmfUIM/SBNd931vOuI/AAAAAAAAABU/JjwTv5akUiU/s320/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-6273697592961393894?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/6273697592961393894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=6273697592961393894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/6273697592961393894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/6273697592961393894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/04/katie-and-geths-wedding.html' title='Katie and Geth&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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/_hpU35HmfUIM/SBNcFn1vOrI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ADKzTJ5cI8o/s72-c/DSC00122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5059229268762515464.post-4334358252781113821</id><published>2008-03-03T11:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:39:52.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte the Second</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;So this trip to Charlotte was completely different from the weekend before!  It all started with a late night arrival at a hotel where the attendant reminded me of someone straight out of a horror film and a room that reeked of smoke and made you feel like you should be watching Austin Powers.  This is when the adventure began.  Hiding behind the luggage rack, Shana and I made our way out of the creepy hotel and over to the Marriott.  Brats?  perhaps.  But it was 11pm, we were tired, getting ready to spend a weekend saving the environment--who wouldn't want to have a nice place to come back to after such a trying of the soul during the day? :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;The weekend went on from there with volunteers that had many nutritional demands, questions about rain water retention containers, solar panels, wind mills,(good thing the volunteers were great at answering them!) and completely random comments about the dark side...of which I still have not figured out who they were talking about.  If it were not for the fact that neither Shana, Alley or I are environmentalists and we had free wireless connection all weekend I don't know if I would have surived the weekend.  It was a trip that's for sure.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;All in all, I worked, had some great coffee, met some nice people, explored the city of Charlotte as Shana and I got lost looking for a Fed-Ex, and got to sleep in a comfy hotel :) and that was my weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-4334358252781113821?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/4334358252781113821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=4334358252781113821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/4334358252781113821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/4334358252781113821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/03/charlotte-second.html' title='Charlotte the Second'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-7732524027679825643</id><published>2008-02-26T21:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T21:43:33.002-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;From the moment I walked out of chapel and it was raining my heart sank.  I love the rain, we need the rain, so why can't I be happy about it?  Because I was supposed to run.  Summer rain runs are the best but cold rainy runs...well...they just don't do it for me.  So this is at 11am and it isn't until 630 that I have to hit the roads.  So I have 7 and a half hours to wait for it to go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;630 rolls around and I haven't been outside recently but to my surprise it was the PERFECT night for a run.  So I waited for Jenna to get out of class and we took off on our 60 minute run.  I was a little apprehensive about this run since I haven't gone running for over a week (since Jenna and I decided to take a week off so we'd be on schedule).  The first two miles weren't the greatest as usual, but we were keeping a great pace.  I started to dread the thought of doing this half marathon but the longer we were running the better I felt.  It was a cool night with the smell of fresh air right after a good rain.  Jenna and I were suprisingly in great running condition after all of the hills (Mt. Everest) that we had been doing the weeks before.  Before I knew it we were almost to Walmart and it was time to turn around.  We made great time and really enjoyed the weather.  This was probably the best run I've ever had and now I'm SO excited about Nashville.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;I've been learning about praising God on the spot when I am reminded of his goodness or any attribute of His and this definitely gave me cause to praise Him.  I've had doctors tell me I wouldn't be able to run anymore and I've had a number of injuries along the way.  I am just so thankful that He is the Great Physician and that he gives me the strength and ability to do this.  I couldn't ask for a better hobby--a great run, with great weather, and running with a great friend--God is good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-7732524027679825643?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/7732524027679825643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=7732524027679825643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/7732524027679825643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/7732524027679825643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/02/training.html' title='Training'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-7102078671081880448</id><published>2008-02-23T20:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:49:01.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlotte the First</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is the first of two weekends in a row that I'm going to Charlotte. This trip began with a late night run to Salsaritas and a 3.5 hour drive to Gastonia where Nicole and I were able to see a number of once in a lifetime sites such as a glowing red sky and the only human being that would dress himself from head to toe in orange that was not in the state penitentiary. We made it to her house and settled ourselves in for a relaxing weekend at "home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going home with my friends, being able to see where they are from and pretty much just seeing them in their element. It reminds me of all the times friends came home with me in college--such good memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this weekend has included lots of sleep, lots of reading, good food, and being around people that are pretty much my second family! Can't get much better than that, but I still have half of the weekend to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-7102078671081880448?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/feeds/7102078671081880448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5059229268762515464&amp;postID=7102078671081880448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/7102078671081880448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/7102078671081880448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/02/charlotte-first.html' title='Charlotte the First'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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-5059229268762515464.post-973676874134876387</id><published>2008-02-22T08:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:50:30.663-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A New Beginning'/><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ok, with facebook, my space, email, and cell phones who would think that I'd need one more way of updating everyone on what's going on out here in Wake Forest (or wherever I might be at that time) :) But here goes nothin'. It kinda looked like fun so I figured I would give it a try!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5059229268762515464-973676874134876387?l=natatattat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/973676874134876387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5059229268762515464/posts/default/973676874134876387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natatattat.blogspot.com/2008/02/ok-with-facebook-my-space-email-and.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10832628701160650371</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></entry></feed>
