<?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-6747214511429506693</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:29:16.609-08:00</updated><category term='holy union'/><category term='Peanuts video'/><category term='books'/><category term='parent-child communication'/><category term='gift'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='parents rights'/><category term='21 Irrefutable Laws of Leadership'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='family'/><category term='performance'/><category term='beauty standards'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='balance'/><category term='100 posts'/><category term='kids'/><category term='The Grand Weaver'/><category term='Charles Schultz philosophy'/><category term='getting older'/><category term='paralysis'/><category term='transition'/><category term='confidence'/><category term='God'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='quiet and gentle spirit'/><category term='success'/><category term='enjoying life'/><category term='Peanuts Thanksgiving dinner'/><category term='skills and talents'/><category term='definitions of beauty'/><category term='Memorial Day'/><category term='disappointment'/><category term='trials'/><category term='power of prayer'/><category term='dreams community'/><category term='respect'/><category term='Ten Commandments'/><category term='trusting God'/><category term='transparency'/><category term='priorities'/><category term='newlyweds'/><category term='strength'/><category term='color'/><category term='10 Commandments'/><category term='staying on task'/><category term='interests and passions'/><category term='California Home Schooling case'/><category term='love'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='fruit'/><category term='perseverance'/><category term='foreigners'/><category term='live in the moment'/><category term='burnout'/><category term='Story of Noah'/><category term='courage'/><category term='Stress'/><category term='change'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='immigrants'/><category term='treatment'/><category term='betrayal'/><category term='bully'/><category term='John C. 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Women</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-1869270158410929516</id><published>2008-03-11T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:23:24.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='California Home Schooling case'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>What if ....we weren't allowed to homeschool?</title><content type='html'>As a home schooling parent I am very concerned about the recent case out in California that is trying to make it illegal for you to home school unless you are a certified teacher.  I received an email from Shalene Kearney of a Proverbs Woman Wannabe who made a blog post on her own blog about this very topic with several links to get more informed and help fight this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It affects all parents no matter where you live and whether or not you home school because our rights as parents are being taken away.  Sign the petition at &lt;a href="https://www2.hslda.org/Registrations/DepublishingCaliforniaCourtDecision/"&gt;Home School Legal Defense Association&lt;/a&gt; and there is a petition at &lt;a href="http://www.parentalrights.org/"&gt;ParentalRights.org&lt;/a&gt; to sign as well as to stay informed on our rights as parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is also a video about the topic that has been posted at YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EvE--HwXLc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EvE--HwXLc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-1869270158410929516?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1869270158410929516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=1869270158410929516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/1869270158410929516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/1869270158410929516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-if-we-werent-allowed-to-homeschool.html' title='What if ....we weren&apos;t allowed to homeschool?'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-8546951643104401842</id><published>2008-01-07T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:54:40.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All who are thirsty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational words'/><title type='text'>What if … we are Thirsty?</title><content type='html'>I just love this song and God has been putting it and it's words in my face through several different sources in the past week.  I feel like this year is a time where deep is crying out to deep so much more in my life then last year and feel a need to learn to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Be Still and Know that He is God&lt;/span&gt; in every area of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=be372a6b4f714d8c89da" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="godtube" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-8546951643104401842?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8546951643104401842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=8546951643104401842' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8546951643104401842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8546951643104401842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-if-we-are-thirsty.html' title='What if … we are Thirsty?'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-249221792201502876</id><published>2007-12-14T12:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T12:45:21.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-confidence'/><title type='text'>What if...You Saw Yourself as a Gift?</title><content type='html'>THE GIFT OF YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I spoke to a women’s group for their Christmas dinner event.  My topic was called “The Gift of You.”  Every time I do this talk, whether it is during the holidays or another time of year, I get the same response each time.  In essence, audience members wonder “Do I really see myself as a gift to others?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this particular group, after I finished my talk, I had them go around their tables sharing how each woman was a gift to others.  Do you think it was an easy task for them to do?  No, it was not.  As one woman put it, “It’s a lot easier saying how others are a gift in my life, but it’s hard when the focus is on me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is it so difficult for you to see how you are a gift to others?  Here is what I noticed in my own life and lives of others over the years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Too much focus is on performance.  If you can’t do something perfect or well, you have nothing to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You rely on people and circumstances to define who you are by what you do.  I call these ‘externals.’  These externals will wind up disappointing you because they shift and change like the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your childhood environment plays a huge role in your confidence level as an adult.  Whether you grew up in the shadow of another sibling, were spoiled and didn’t have to learn responsibility, or other circumstances, they play a part in how you view yourself today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAYS TO START SEEING YOURSELF AS A GIFT TO OTHERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Think about your personality and characteristics.  Find the positive. (It’s so easy to be self-critical!) What have others commented to you.  Ask for input if you’re stuck from those who really know you personally and/or professionally.  Try to come up with your positive qualities by yourself first.  “Know thyself.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Take note throughout your day of your interactions with others.  What ‘theme’ do you notice about yourself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Notice the people and circumstances that give you energy where you walk away feeling positive.  This helps show you how you are a gift-it brings out your true values and qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Out Loud and Merry Christmas!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-249221792201502876?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/249221792201502876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=249221792201502876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/249221792201502876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/249221792201502876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-ifyou-saw-yourself-as-gift.html' title='What if...You Saw Yourself as a Gift?'/><author><name>lifecoachlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14992804411620064804</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-6987070228856238958</id><published>2007-12-14T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T09:57:57.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peanuts video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Schultz philosophy'/><title type='text'>What if … we changed our philosophy?</title><content type='html'>After receiving an email from a good friend of mine I had to share this with the What if women.  With Christmas next week, I thought another Peanuts video would be great to remind us to not stress during the holidays but all that really matters is spending time with family, friends and loved ones - those who care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZpMWqUFr1iw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZpMWqUFr1iw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-6987070228856238958?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6987070228856238958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=6987070228856238958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6987070228856238958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6987070228856238958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-if-we-changed-our-philosophy.html' title='What if … we changed our philosophy?'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-1488794488426196360</id><published>2007-11-19T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T10:34:33.837-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peanuts Thanksgiving dinner'/><title type='text'>What if . . . we gave thanks?</title><content type='html'>Enjoy this Classic Peanuts Thanksgiving Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AnohHTLMs3Q&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AnohHTLMs3Q&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-1488794488426196360?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1488794488426196360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=1488794488426196360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/1488794488426196360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/1488794488426196360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-if-we-gave-thanks.html' title='What if . . . we gave thanks?'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-8257634499161087037</id><published>2007-11-05T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T08:02:12.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ten Commandments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 Commandments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink Collar Club'/><title type='text'>What if ... you pondered the Ten Commandments over a ten week period?</title><content type='html'>I know as I first pondered the ten commandments over a ten week period for the Mirror Mirror on the Wall Book Project, I received tremendous blessings in my own personal walk with the Lord through my own devotions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being able to read the writings/devotions of the other nine women who contributed to this book project, I am even more blessed as I now get to ponder the ten commandments once again but from the personal experiences, thoughts and creativity of others helping me to gain even more insight into the ten commandments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if ... you pondered the ten commandments over a ten week period and added your own  thoughts, devotions and prayers to the end of each commandment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=https://secure.osisecureweb.com/pinkcollarclub/redir.php?affiliate=2&amp;prodgroup=1&amp;banner_id=3 target=_new&gt;&lt;img src=https://secure.osisecureweb.com/pinkcollarclub/banner.php?id=3&amp;affiliate_id=2 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-8257634499161087037?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8257634499161087037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=8257634499161087037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8257634499161087037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8257634499161087037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-if-you-pondered-ten-commandments.html' title='What if ... you pondered the Ten Commandments over a ten week period?'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-4955156097957828656</id><published>2007-11-03T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T11:32:41.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ten Commandments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>What If...We Wrote A Book?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Ryy-wGpBPnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lLMwgILb670/s1600-h/eBook+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Ryy-wGpBPnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lLMwgILb670/s320/eBook+Cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128683809293811314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Question:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you get when you gather Ten Women pondering the Ten Commandments for a period of Ten Weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Answer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first collaborative book project of the Pink Collar Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. You read it right. The Pink Collar Club publishes our first book ever! And not without the total commitment of 10 women writers not to mention the fabulous Anne Goodrich who tirelessly perfected the graphics and layout for Mirror, Mirror...On The Wall. It's stunning, isn't it? (Thank you, my friend. What more can I say?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seed for Mirror, Mirror...On The Wall was planted back in December 2006 but the original intention for the content of this book was NOT the Ten Commandments but rather reflecting the promises of God. As the matter of fact, I told the story of exactly how Mirror, Mirror...On The Wall came to be in the introduction of the book. (I also recorded it and posted it on the &lt;a href="http://pinkcollarclub.org"&gt;Pink Collar Club&lt;/a&gt; website. Maybe you'll listen?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the "real meat" of the book comes from 10 women who openly (and creatively) shared from the heart the meaning of each commandment personally. But don't look for a dry read. Oh, no. We have Penney who compares each commandment to a 1970s song, Anne who wrote some beautiful poetry, Lynn included "tips" in each of her writings and so much more. How's that for creativity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that one of the biggest perks of writing a book like this lies in the personal blessings bestowed upon the writers. God used this book to touch the lives of each of us and I believe He will use it to touch the lives of the readers as well. I really do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...today is a day of celebration. And, it's also my birthday. Let's celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What If...We Wrote A Book?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-4955156097957828656?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4955156097957828656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=4955156097957828656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4955156097957828656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4955156097957828656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-ifwe-wrote-book.html' title='What If...We Wrote A Book?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Ryy-wGpBPnI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lLMwgILb670/s72-c/eBook+Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-7701263411668284935</id><published>2007-11-02T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T10:51:55.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burnout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='priorities'/><title type='text'>What if...We Didn't Burn Out?</title><content type='html'>Last night, my family and I witnessed a spectacular event: A power line near our home exploded, snapped, and caught fire.  The weather caused this power line to send a surge of electricity that, at first, did not wipe out our power, but did so later on for an extended period of time.  Thankfully, no one in our neighborhood was hurt, and fire trucks and the electric company were on the scene immediately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event made me think of how often we run on “power surges” in our own lives.  For example, I have a colleague who has three major projects running right now, and she asked me to be a collaborator on her next book project.  I told her I was tired just listening to all she was trying to juggle.  I let her know of my concern that if she doesn’t slow down and maybe postpone one of her projects, she’ll burn out and be left without any energy.  Sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is usually something innate in all of us that drive us to perform, to perfect, to catch up on, etc.  Have you ever gotten to the end of that ‘power surge’ and find that the result didn’t quite meet your expectation for all the work you put into it?  Therein lies the burnout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIPS TO PREVENT BURNOUT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IDENTIFY YOUR POWER SOURCE.  If you rely completely on yourself for your physical and emotional energy through every facet of your life, you will burn out time after time.  After each power surge, you will probably notice it takes longer to recover.  For those of you who rely on God as your power source, 2 Corinthians 4:7 reminds us “But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing POWER is from God and not from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. SOLICIT HELP FROM OTHERS whenever possible.  I have a friend who does everything herself and at times when she has ‘turned over duties’ to someone else, she has always redone their work.  Learn to trust others.  Asking for help is NOT a sign of weakness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  RE-PRIORTIZE YOUR TIMELINE.  If you have several projects that are urgent to you, ask yourself “What’s most important right now?” Evaluate the amount of time it will take for each project (days, weeks, etc.) and start with the one project that excites you.  If none of them ‘wow’ you, start with the project that will take the least amount of time to get done.  When you have finished it, it will motivate you to keep moving instead of procrastinating and feeling overwhelmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-7701263411668284935?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7701263411668284935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=7701263411668284935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/7701263411668284935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/7701263411668284935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-ifwe-didnt-burn-out.html' title='What if...We Didn&apos;t Burn Out?'/><author><name>lifecoachlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14992804411620064804</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-6747214511429506693.post-84383532728745608</id><published>2007-10-29T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T11:12:27.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How Strong Women Pray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power of prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonnie St. John'/><title type='text'>What if ... we were inspired to learn more about prayer?</title><content type='html'>Prayer has been something I feel we should always be willing to learn more about.  I believe there are no right or wrong ways to pray but it is something we each should personally develop in our own lives. Not only to help us get through our trials in life but to deepen our walk with the Lord and have fellowship with our Father in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if ... we were inspired by others to learn more about prayer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie St. John has inspired many people with her own life and what she has accomplished despite her disability but wanted to share how prayer was a big part of it all and has written a book titled "How Strong Women Pray". The book also shares what twenty seven other inspiring women such as Barbara Bush, Kathy Lee Gifford and Amy Grant said about what the power of prayer has done for them in their lives in her interviews with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about Bonnie and watch a video of her interview on Conversations with Carlos Sanchez at: &lt;a href="http://www.howstrongwomenpray.com"&gt;http://www.howstrongwomenpray.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you will get a chance to see Bonnie on November 2nd as she will appear on the Today Show on NBC to discuss her new book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-84383532728745608?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/84383532728745608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=84383532728745608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/84383532728745608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/84383532728745608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-if-we-were-inspired-to-learn-more.html' title='What if ... we were inspired to learn more about prayer?'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-8936160281622354132</id><published>2007-10-24T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T07:06:51.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For California and Randee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1331/767378089_6b34a27306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1331/767378089_6b34a27306.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, make me brave for life: oh, braver than this.&lt;br /&gt;Let me straighten after pain, as a tree straightens after the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Shining and lovely again.&lt;br /&gt;God, make me brave for life; much braver than this.&lt;br /&gt;As the blown grass lifts, let me rise&lt;br /&gt;From sorrow with quiet eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing Thy way is wise.&lt;br /&gt;God, make me brave, life brings&lt;br /&gt;Such blinding things.&lt;br /&gt;Help me to keep my sight;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to see aright&lt;br /&gt;That out of dark comes light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(author unknown)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-8936160281622354132?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8936160281622354132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=8936160281622354132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8936160281622354132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8936160281622354132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-california-and-randee.html' title='For California and Randee'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1331/767378089_6b34a27306_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-3093796192545202975</id><published>2007-10-23T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T06:08:17.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...You Were Saved From The Fire?</title><content type='html'>I sent this email out to the women of the Pink Collar Club this morning. I wrote the letter yesterday morning and updated it this morning when we got the news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Pink Collar Club,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit in front of my television screen at the prompting of my husband only to witness the most intense devastation I've seen in a very long time. Only this time the devastation hits a little too close to home. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I have family directly in the midst of these destructive fires and a brother-in-law who is fighting the fires. Double whammy. (I am referring to the southern California wildfires.)  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My husband and I are glued to the screen most of the day and praying in between news flashes as we watch the areas closely. Neighborhood after neighborhood is being wiped out. Hundreds of thousands of individuals evacuated from their homes. Total destruction. The flames are blazing. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I shudder as I try to stay in the moment but my mind begins to drift into the thought of eternal fire and destruction. I shudder again and try as I might to maintain my focus...the here and the now. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Will you stop for a moment to pray for those in the midst of this fire and more importantly those on their way to eternal fire? God help us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Randee&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recent Update:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The phone rang at 4:21 this morning. My inlaws have been evacuated and placed in a local community center among other "displaced" individuals. The fires have hit their neighborhood. It doesn't look like their house will survive the fires. The material culmination of a lifetime gone in moments but praise God for saving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What If...You Were Saved From The Fire?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both temporary and eternal. Are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-3093796192545202975?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3093796192545202975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=3093796192545202975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3093796192545202975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3093796192545202975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-ifyou-were-saved-from-fire.html' title='What If...You Were Saved From The Fire?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-1532608371311113561</id><published>2007-10-22T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T14:39:58.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>What if ... we witness for Jesus on Halloween</title><content type='html'>Halloween is a very touchy subject for many Christians and are often confused whether they should participate in Halloween or not. Last year at the Virtuous Women's Retreat I had someone speak on the topic where he shared how we should participate in the holiday but participate in order to bring the light of Jesus to the world rather then the darkness that is so often portrayed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across an article with 4 fun alternatives for Halloween at: &lt;a href="http://www.hem-of-his-garment-bible-study.org/Christian-Halloween-alternatives.html"&gt;http://www.hem-of-his-garment-bible-study.org/Christian-Halloween-alternatives.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to help you plan how you are going to spend this Halloween if you haven't already done so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-1532608371311113561?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1532608371311113561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=1532608371311113561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/1532608371311113561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/1532608371311113561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-if-we-witness-for-jesus-on.html' title='What if ... we witness for Jesus on Halloween'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-2917477008590461990</id><published>2007-10-19T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T06:31:48.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><title type='text'>What if....We Defined Success Differently?</title><content type='html'>I was interviewed by the producer of a show called “Anything But Ordinary” which provides inspiring stories of individuals’ success and the road that led to it.  As I have put together my interview questions, the “What is Success?” question I have asked coaching clients over the years has really provoked a lot of thought as to what message I want to convey to the audience.  Since my passion is helping others LIVE OUT LOUD, take a look at the list below to help you think how you really have been successful in YOUR own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few thoughts to help you define your personal success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you living your life according to what’s most important? (living your priorities?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Forget about how society or others define success.  We all have a unique design and cannot be put into a cookie-cutter mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Answer this question: “How do I define success?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you are not feeling successful, you must be willing to determine if you are living by others’ expectations or by your God-given design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are there any roadblocks to your success? (i.e. your own thoughts saying you aren’t successful, current life circumstances, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. MONEY DOES NOT EQUAL SUCCESS!  Especially here in the U.S., that is how success is defined.  Refer to above questions to define your personal success!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-2917477008590461990?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2917477008590461990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=2917477008590461990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2917477008590461990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2917477008590461990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-ifwe-defined-success-differently.html' title='What if....We Defined Success Differently?'/><author><name>lifecoachlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14992804411620064804</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-6747214511429506693.post-282581376545598631</id><published>2007-10-18T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T08:52:47.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams community'/><title type='text'>What If...You Let Your Dream Begin?</title><content type='html'>Lynn sent me an email a few days ago introducing me to a new community. She had been contacted by a member of the organization giving kudos to The What If...Women blog. They were generous enough to place a link from their blog to ours. I couldn't resist checking them out and now I'd like to share this beautiful community with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://letyourdreambegin.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let Your Dream Begin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a community of dreamers led by Josh Golder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh Golder has overcome incredible adversity in his own life in order to live his dreams. Now, he’s on a mission to help others achieve theirs by building a community of like-minded dreamers...a community in which all members will help each other to live lives of passion and purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find so refreshing is the generosity of Josh Golder. You needn't look any further than his website to find a man of intentional generosity. The focus of his community is on the dreams of others. He asks this question with four answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Do I Start Living My Dream?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the Dream Community Mailing List.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Us Your Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make Connections In The Dream Community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attend A Live Dream Event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The What If...? Women blog is all about "pondering the possibilities" and I find it completely fitting that we would add our voices to the Let Your Dream Begin community. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have. How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-282581376545598631?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/282581376545598631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=282581376545598631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/282581376545598631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/282581376545598631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-ifyou-let-your-dream-begin.html' title='What If...You Let Your Dream Begin?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-5129686084540217694</id><published>2007-10-12T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T06:35:06.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><title type='text'>What if...We could build more courage?</title><content type='html'>My oldest daughter was nominated to be a Student Ambassador to Europe this summer. We are all very excited.  She has her interview before the committee next week and is anxious about it because it reminds her of the interview she had last year for an opportunity to visit Japan through my husband’s work.  She was not chosen for the Japan program, so she thinks this interview will turn out the same way.  My husband and I reassured her that these are two very different programs and this upcoming interview is more of a formality, rather than a heavy part of the selection process. I also reminded her that she received all the points she needed on her Japan interview, meaning she interviews well.  Sometimes, that confidence needs to come from within!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this ring a bell for you?  Have you ever been a little ‘gun-shy’ about engaging in a similar situation that didn’t turn out in your favor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIPS TO BUILD COURAGE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be willing to evaluate the last situation that didn’t go well for you and examine the pros and cons.  If you only see the negative, talk it over with a friend or colleague for a more objective point of view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Courage means seeing beyond what you think and believe you want or need.  If something doesn’t happen in your favor, it could be there is another opportunity to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Trust that you can gain a strength that God provides, and can give you a positive boost of confidence and energize you. You don’t have to do it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. List the positive characteristics and talents you have.  Don’t be modest!  Ask others for input.  Keep this posted somewhere as a daily reminder of what you contribute to this world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-5129686084540217694?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5129686084540217694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=5129686084540217694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5129686084540217694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5129686084540217694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-ifwe-could-build-more-courage.html' title='What if...We could build more courage?'/><author><name>lifecoachlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14992804411620064804</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-6747214511429506693.post-1061156424407822241</id><published>2007-10-11T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T08:22:17.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...You Met Them Where They Are?</title><content type='html'>Several weeks ago, my husband and I went to Chicago for a wedding. We had our plan in tact: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would fly out on a non-stop from Kansas City to Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would catch the train into the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would walk the 3 blocks to our cousin's apartment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan went accordingly and as we stepped off the train in the heart of Chicago, my husband called his cousin to let him know that we were on our way to his house and we began the 3 block walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to our surprise, within minutes we saw our cousin in complete view on the other side of the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He came to meet us where we were...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and walk us to his home personally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the leader of a women's organization, God has been teaching me a powerful lesson recently. I can almost hear His words audibly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet them where they are, Randee. This is your job as leader.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made the mistake in the past of waiting for others to come to me; particularly when a task was clearly outlined and agreed upon by the individual and myself. After all...Am I my brother's keeper? (Sound familiar? Ouch.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reading through the Gospels, I see how often Jesus met them where they were. He found common ground with His followers. He spoke their language. He was able to beautifully pinpoint a need to be met and then fulfilled that need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how the desire of my heart is to be a leader like Him. How far I have to go but in His mercy and grace, He gives me one opportunity after another to demonstrate His kind of leadership. How precious is our Lord for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He meets me where I am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-1061156424407822241?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1061156424407822241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=1061156424407822241' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/1061156424407822241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/1061156424407822241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-ifyou-met-them-where-they-are.html' title='What If...You Met Them Where They Are?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-5712367771080829433</id><published>2007-10-08T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T08:14:53.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21 Irrefutable Laws of Leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John C. Maxwell'/><title type='text'>What if ... we learned the 21 irrefutable laws of leadership</title><content type='html'>I had read some time ago when my sister borrowed me John C. Maxwell's book called "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The 21 Irrefutable Laws of Leadership&lt;/span&gt;" and found it to be a wonderful book.  Unfortunately I had to return the book to her.  It is a book that I wanted to keep on my bookshelf to be able to go back to from time to time and learn from and gain new insights into becoming more of a leader myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I heard about the new revised and updated 10th anniversary edition of his book, I had to get my hands on it.  The new revised edition includes seventeen new leadership stories, two new laws of leadership introduced, a new evaluation tool that reveals your leadership strengths and weaknesses and application exercises in every chapter to help you grow. View his video about the book on GodTube below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="videoThumb=http://www.godtube.com/thumb/1_20740.jpg&amp;flvPath=http://www.godtube.com/flvideo1/27/20740.flv" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="flv_demo" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-5712367771080829433?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5712367771080829433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=5712367771080829433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5712367771080829433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5712367771080829433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-if-we-learned-21-irrefutable-laws.html' title='What if ... we learned the 21 irrefutable laws of leadership'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-6879285541619321906</id><published>2007-10-03T20:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:12:42.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...I leave this for Randee?</title><content type='html'>The Evolution of Dance. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-6879285541619321906?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6879285541619321906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=6879285541619321906' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6879285541619321906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6879285541619321906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-ifi-leave-this-for-randee.html' title='What If...I leave this for Randee?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-2620668424246600483</id><published>2007-10-01T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T16:17:26.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='100 posts'/><title type='text'>What If...We Made It To 100 Posts?</title><content type='html'>I couldn't resist announcing this momentous occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The What If...? Women reaches 100 posts!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. You read it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is offically the 100th post of The What If...? Women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lori called me with this fabulous idea those few months ago, I jumped at the opportunity with an invitation to Anne, Norka, and Lynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They accepted and here we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please join in our celebration by leaving a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-2620668424246600483?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2620668424246600483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=2620668424246600483' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2620668424246600483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2620668424246600483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-ifwe-made-it-to-100-posts.html' title='What If...We Made It To 100 Posts?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-1012359707434657463</id><published>2007-10-01T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:07:50.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting older'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>What if ... we allowed our kids to keep us young?</title><content type='html'>When I was younger I never appreciated when I seemed to always be the youngest person in any adult gathering but now that I am getting older with kids of my own that are growing so fast, I miss being the youngest. It seems I am now the oldest person in many adult gatherings making me feel older then I'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week after going to a roller skating rink with my kids for my daughters birthday, I realize, too often, that I allow the fact that I have kids and seeing how fast they grow up, keep my mindset on how I'm getting older as well, giving me gray hairs instead of keeping me young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week having fun roller skating with my kids was just what I needed to help me see that they don't have to give me the gray hairs but keep me young instead if I just allow myself to participate in more of the fun rather then dwelling on the fact that I am getting older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching some other older adults zip around the roller skating floor having lots of fun was definitely an inspiration for me to see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-1012359707434657463?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1012359707434657463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=1012359707434657463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/1012359707434657463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/1012359707434657463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-if-we-allowed-our-kids-to-keep-us.html' title='What if ... we allowed our kids to keep us young?'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-6894794590387123779</id><published>2007-09-30T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T12:35:58.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...I Accepted The Sacrifice?</title><content type='html'>I knew it was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband has always said that the only thing that would take him back to California to live is the declining health of his parents. You see, he loves Missouri but he loves his parents more. And rightly so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over a week ago, my sweet mother-in-law had a stroke leaving the left side of her body completely paralyzed. The doctors recommend a nursing home with 24 hour care. Yet, my husband is building wheelchair ramps preparing for a return home that may or may not happen. He's hopeful and He knows the Great Physician could completely heal his mother is He chooses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will is doing his part and waiting for God's answer. We all are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when he called today to check in on the kids and me, I wasn't surprised when he told me of a conversation that he and his sister had a few nights ago about the possibility of our moving to California. He didn't specifically ask of me anything. He simply relayed their conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed quiet and listened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we hung up, I went face first on my bed and prayed with a lot of tears. I prayed for wisdom and understanding. I prayed for a sacrificial heart. I prayed for a miracle. I prayed for peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, most of all, this is my prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thy Will Be Done&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How easy it is to boldly claim our allegiance to sacrificial living until the time when God presents the sacrifice to be given. Then it becomes the real deal, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where God is leading my family and me. I do know that He will reveal His perfect will in His timing. And when He does, my hope and prayer is that I will be sensitive to hearing and obedient to following. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thy Will Be Done&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-6894794590387123779?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6894794590387123779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=6894794590387123779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6894794590387123779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6894794590387123779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-ifi-accepted-sacrifice.html' title='What If...I Accepted The Sacrifice?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-4837123792649501852</id><published>2007-09-28T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T06:38:07.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parent-child communication'/><title type='text'>What if..We Recognized the Timing of Opportunities?</title><content type='html'>“Mom, I know who I want to marry and have babies with when I grow up.” Hannah said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paused for a moment of shock as my youngest daughter (who is only six years old) began to pour her heart out about her future plans. &lt;br /&gt;Then, in a calm voice I said “Oh yeah, who is the lucky boy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got a huge smile on her face and mentioned a boy in her class.  As the conversation progressed, she talked of being a mom to six kids.  I couldn’t believe the next words that came out of my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hannah, do you know where babies come from?” I said hesitantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without blinking an eye, she said “From God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, yes, children are a great blessing from God.  But it takes a mommy and a daddy to make a baby.”  Oh no.  I was in trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a puzzled look on Hannah’s face she says, “What do you mean?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, I knew I needed to smoothly transition out of the birds- and-the-bees conversation because her mindset is still too young to comprehend the concepts.  Had Hannah been a few years older, it would have been a wonderful, natural conversation.  I told Hannah that I would explain in a few years what it meant for a mom and dad to make a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes!  I was caught in a moment that I would have loved to have taken advantage of a captive audience, but knew I needed to wait until a more opportune time.  For one of the few times in my life, an opportunity came too early and now I have to wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times, we can think of ‘missed opportunities’ as something that happened that will not return.  I would like to help expand that thinking and reframe missed opportunities as “misplaced moments.”  The timing may be off, but the opportunity could return at a later time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO APPRECIATE THE TIMING OF OPPORTUNITIES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go with your gut.  Pay attention to what your gut is telling you to do or not do in a situation.  For some, that ‘gut’ represents a nudging from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Resist the urge to go with an agenda to direct a conversation to end a certain way.  At that point, it is no longer an opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Obviously, evaluating powerful conversations depends on whether you will see someone again.  Opportunities with people in your daily life will almost always resurface at a later time.  A one-time business meeting may not present other opportunities if you have not built a connection in that first meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Learning to ‘be’ in the moment rather than ‘do’ will almost always lead to other opportunities.  You can’t force an opportunity to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-4837123792649501852?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4837123792649501852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=4837123792649501852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4837123792649501852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4837123792649501852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-ifwe-recognized-timing-of.html' title='What if..We Recognized the Timing of Opportunities?'/><author><name>lifecoachlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14992804411620064804</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-6747214511429506693.post-8139391046746542376</id><published>2007-09-27T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T06:03:53.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...we unpacked fear?</title><content type='html'>My &lt;a href="http://www.turnloveinsideout.com/"&gt;Turn Love Inside Out&lt;/a&gt; partner Jim posted this on our blog today, and I wanted to share it with you all here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"last night a few of us fleshed out rick’s thought that fear is often the result of misplaced dependency, which are ways we seek identity, purpose, love, identity, acceptance, life, worth, security, meaning, value, happiness outside ourselves in external things as opposed to depending upon the life of Christ within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we fear failure because we have a misplaced dependency upon “success” for value and worth.we fear rejection because we have a misplaced dependency upon other’s opinions of us for acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we fear financial loss because we have a misplaced dependency upon money for security.we fear abandonment because we have a misplaced dependency upon significant others for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we fear God because we have a misplaced dependency upon a false God who measures his favor and blessing in our life against our performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we fear aging or physical setbacks because we have a misplaced dependency on our physical appearance for worth and acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we fear honesty because we have a misplaced dependency on an image of having it all together for a sense of identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we fear being a nobody because we have a misplaced dependency upon being a somebody for a sense of purpose and meaning and value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we fear…Christ says, “I AM the bread of Life.” in other words, Christ’s Life which dwells within us, is the Bread that fills and maintains our need and desire for identity, purpose, love, identity, acceptance, life, worth, security, meaning, value, happiness, etc…we seek all of this outside ourselves, and yet it is fully available in every moment inside of us through the life of Christ - “Christ in you, the hope of glory.” so, we walk in dependency upon the Bread of Christ within us."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-8139391046746542376?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8139391046746542376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=8139391046746542376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8139391046746542376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8139391046746542376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-ifwe-unpacked-fear.html' title='What If...we unpacked fear?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-8096464986096279502</id><published>2007-09-22T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T21:35:51.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...The Little People Prayed?</title><content type='html'>Okay so maybe you're not the huge football fan that I am. I can understand that. But maybe you would change your mind after you witnessed what I witnessed tonight. It was a moment of joyful weeping. A moment of a mother's pride. A moment of a surprise blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 12 year old son is playing football in a highly competitive league. You may remember the bit of trepidation I've had in my little man facing his giants. (He's small...perhaps the smallest in the league.)But that's what he does. Week after week...he faces his giants. And he has no fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play after play, I watched him tackle his opponents. If he wasn't the main tackler, he was in the pile amongst the others. Fearless he tackles. It's instinctive for him. Very little thought. Just movement. And tonight he shined! I heard the fans in the stands. Who is that #21? What a player! My heart swelled. There he was doing his thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game the team, coaches, and parents huddled together to share in the victory. Each of the coaches stepped up with their kudos. Over and over again, Tristan's name was mentioned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at our rookie, Tristan!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tristan, you saved this game, son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For a little guy, you've got it, boy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by the greatest post-game honor: THE BREAKDOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tristan, break us down tonight." He proudly stepped up and his teammates huddled. And he begins his chant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan: Who are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team: Panthers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan: What do we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team: Win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan: Who are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team: Panthers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan: What do we do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team: Win! Win! Win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the huddled broke up, my son walked toward me beaming. I ran up and hugged him tightly full of words of encouragement and praise. (Yes, the proud mother speaking!) He looked at me intensely and said: Mom, I prayed tonight before the game and during the game and God heard me. Did you see what I did tonight? God really listened to me tonight! He answered my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes welled us with tears. Son, you are just about the neatest kid I know. Of course, God listens to you. You are his main dude. I bet He is looking down on you right now with a big smile on His face...just for you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team prayed, too, Mom. Right before the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked, I asked...Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. We always pray before the game. The coaches say...Take a knee and let's pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, I want you to know something. My children are submerged in the "world" just as yours probably are. Though they have a foundation in a Christian home, they also have their fair share of seeing the other side. But it never ceases to amaze me how often God places them in hands of fellow Christians. Be it teachers in public school or coaches in the community. Right now, I am so grateful to God for orchestrating such an influence in these places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I am most grateful for today is that the little people prayed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...God answered in the affirmative!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-8096464986096279502?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8096464986096279502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=8096464986096279502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8096464986096279502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8096464986096279502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-ifthe-little-people-prayed.html' title='What If...The Little People Prayed?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-7028572718387657032</id><published>2007-09-21T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T08:29:01.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life skills'/><title type='text'>What if... We Gave Up Performing?</title><content type='html'>The other day, I read an article about a former Olympiad whom spent many of her young years training to be a gymnast.  The training did pay off as she won a gold medal in one of her events.  Her disappointment, however, came when she didn’t place in any medal position in the other gymnastic events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading that article reminded me of a book I read over the summer called “Dancing Solo” by Tim Green. The book talks about how to break the ‘performance trap’ that comes too easily for many, where performance seems to define who you are. Like the gymnast, you might relate to how winning one gold medal wasn’t good enough-she wanted more.  In her quest for more, she overworked herself, and performed her way out of any other medals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like you’re ‘chasing the wind’ only to realize that once you attain that goal, it’s never good enough and you press on for more?  This gymnast did.  The result is a 20-something woman who has given up her career as a gymnast and is trying to decide which direction her life is heading.  Her performance defined who she was from a very early age.  Life is not just about ‘doing’-it’s learning how to enjoy the ‘being.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIPS FOR BREAKING FREE OF THE PERFORMANCE TRAP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be honest with yourself and evaluate if you depend on performance for recognition and self-esteem.  If so, ask yourself if it’s bringing you all the happiness and contentment you need personally and professionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Being performance-driven is an ingrained mindset.  If you are committed to change this, realize you can’t break the performance trap overnight.  (I know-performance-driven people want change and results yesterday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Realize that complete self-sufficiency is what drives performance.  (i.e.‘I’ll make things happen,” “My goals will get me where I need to go” etc.)  It’s like running at 110%  24/7 with no break!  This obviously starts to wear you down after many years.  Consider having faith in something other than yourself and your abilities to bring definition, peace and balance to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE OUT LOUD ladies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-7028572718387657032?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7028572718387657032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=7028572718387657032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/7028572718387657032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/7028572718387657032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-if-we-gave-up-performing.html' title='What if... We Gave Up Performing?'/><author><name>lifecoachlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14992804411620064804</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-6747214511429506693.post-4255733814552189030</id><published>2007-09-20T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T09:30:42.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...We Looked For The Blessing?</title><content type='html'>We got the call last Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother-in-law had a stroke. As the days progressed, the prognosis seemed to go from bad to worse. She is paralyzed on the entire left side of her body. She can't chew or swallow which means she can't eat. That leads to a plethora of invasive procedures to ensure she is getting the proper nutrition to sustain life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an emotional few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, something interesting (something glorious) is happening. My husband, seeking our Father in this tragedy, is witnessing to his family---in words and example. We had a discussion the other night that I would like to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randee:&lt;/strong&gt; Honey, I'm so sorry that you will be going to California without me. I wish I could be with you. I really do but regardless of the outcome you have an opportunity...perhaps, the most important opportunity that you will ever face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will:&lt;/strong&gt; I know. (He spoke quietly with tears in his eyes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randee:&lt;/strong&gt; It's the right time. When facing a stroke and paralysis, your mom will be facing her mortality. She will be seeking answers that only God can provide. Make it your mission to show her Jesus on this trip. It's crucial. Nothing is more important than her spiritual health...especially now. (Now, I am crying, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will:&lt;/strong&gt; And, my family, too. I have this overwhelming urge for my family to "know". Ken has been giving me scriptures to draw from. I plan to be with my mom in the hospital and read her the Bible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randee:&lt;/strong&gt; Honey, take her the prayers that are coming in by email. I'll print them off. Let her know that people from all over the world are praying for her. That God is hearing these prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, Will called his mom. He asked her how she was feeling and she replied: I am feeling pain in my left side. Now, normally we would be concerned about pain, right? Except for this: If she is paralyzed then she shouldn't be "feeling" anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters, I don't know what God is doing in the life of my family or what the outcome will be for my mother-in-law but I do know this...there are blessings everywhere...if only we look for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-4255733814552189030?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4255733814552189030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=4255733814552189030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4255733814552189030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4255733814552189030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-ifwe-looked-for-blessing.html' title='What If...We Looked For The Blessing?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-9221218741749904721</id><published>2007-09-19T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T06:58:01.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...even a cup of coffee made a difference?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/annegogh/1348956224/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 344px; HEIGHT: 263px" height="355" alt="Reflection" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1031/1348956224_4009b16319.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pastor sent out an email yesterday and said that on one of our Connections cards someone had written that they really enjoyed our service last Sunday and plan on returning. On another section on the card people are asked how we may pray for them. This is what had been written: “I am searching for something to fill the hole in my soul, the hole in my life. I have begun to believe that it could be religion and Jesus that I need. Pray to help me continue my search and find him.” The rest of my post here is from Lee's email. I hope it encourages us in all the small (or big) things we do in Christ's name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I read this today, I pumped my fist in the air and let out a big “YESSSSSS”! (The people in the coffee shop where this happened must have thought I was nuts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that doesn’t excite you, then please check for a pulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else do we get to be a part of something eternal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us thought this past weekend when we handed out coffee, when we taught a child, when we sacrificed time on a Saturday up on a ladder running speaker cable, when we introduced ourself to someone we didn’t know at a Worship Gathering…did we think we would have the privilege of showing Jesus to a guest named Brian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet over and over we get the privilege of doing just that. I want to thank you for your ministry for Christ. I want to urge you to pray for Brian’s spiritual journey. Pray that he will see and respond to Jesus with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS SO WORTH IT!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-9221218741749904721?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/9221218741749904721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=9221218741749904721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/9221218741749904721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/9221218741749904721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-ifeven-cup-of-coffee-made.html' title='What If...even a cup of coffee made a difference?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1031/1348956224_4009b16319_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-3594965834546240105</id><published>2007-09-17T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:34:04.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...We Just Sing Along?</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="videoThumb=http://www.godtube.com/thumb/1_28837.jpg&amp;flvPath=http://www.godtube.com/flvideo1/43/28837.flv" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="flv_demo" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-3594965834546240105?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3594965834546240105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=3594965834546240105' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3594965834546240105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3594965834546240105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='What If...We Just Sing Along?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-2855268064756652559</id><published>2007-09-16T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T12:24:51.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...I led a quiet life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is a man in my church who is a man of quiet strength. He is the calm amidst the storm. I find myself watching him curiously. I wonder about him. Is it is personality? Is this how God created him? Or, is it the manifestation of Christ Himself; a display of the quiet power of our Savior? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This scripture comes to mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody. (1 Thessalonians 4:11-12)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Paul is asking 3 things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. Lead a quiet life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. Mind your own business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. Work with your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He continues with the outcome of following such things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. To win the respect of outsiders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. To not be dependent upon anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One of the tell-tell signs that I am abiding in Christ is a quiet spirit, thus a quiet life. I have moments of this stillness; moments when the evidence of Christ in my life is visible. But, I also have moments of noise; more than I'd like to admit unfortunately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Something that I have noticed in my own life is that in the middle of a crisis, I seek a quiet spirit. It's almost as if God reveals Himself to me most clearly during these times. Often, during those times of no conflict, when all seems to be plugging along without glitch, that I feel a "disconnect" of sorts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm feeling a bit quiet today. A "crisis" has entered our lives. As I draw near to God, I find myself praying for this same quiet spirit during all moments. I find myself asking Him to work on my heart---to make it my ambition to lead a quiet life...always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Be still and know that I am God." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yes, Father. Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-2855268064756652559?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2855268064756652559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=2855268064756652559' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2855268064756652559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2855268064756652559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-ifi-led-quiet-life.html' title='What If...I led a quiet life?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-5135871067892707950</id><published>2007-09-14T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:54:03.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life interruptions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life skills'/><title type='text'>What if...Short-Term Delays=Long-Term Relief?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHORT TERM DELAYS=LONG-TERM RELIEF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The above title is the sign I see everywhere during summer months with road construction.  I guess you don’t fully experience the Metropolitan life unless you can add at least 30 minutes to your morning or evening commute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, this sign can also serve as a life application.  Short-term delays could look like losing a job, challenges with teenagers, taking a career detour, having a health scare, etc.  All of these kinds of scenarios could be a ripple or a huge wave in your waters of life, but most often are temporary.  It is an opportunity to use these delays as learning experiences that could help change a life perspective about yourself, God, and others.  Interruptions (delays) aren’t always predictable, but each one can give you the life skills (relief) to effectively handle when rough waters hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTION ITEM FOR THIS WEEK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask yourself if there are currently any ‘delays’ in your life.&lt;br /&gt;2. If there are, will you look at it as a threat or opportunity?&lt;br /&gt;3. Is there a need to gather some patience while you experience this delay?&lt;br /&gt;4. What have past ‘delays’ taught you about yourself, God, and others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Out Loud Ladies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-5135871067892707950?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5135871067892707950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=5135871067892707950' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5135871067892707950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5135871067892707950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-ifshort-term-delayslong-term.html' title='What if...Short-Term Delays=Long-Term Relief?'/><author><name>lifecoachlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14992804411620064804</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-1826590504843254825</id><published>2007-09-11T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:59:45.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max Lucado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3:16 The Numbers of Hope'/><title type='text'>What if ... we were intentional about spreading Hope to the World today.</title><content type='html'>With today being a day of remembrance of the worst tragedy in American, I wanted to spread the word about a great book that launched today as a way to give hope to the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is titled &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3:16 The Numbers of Hope by Max Lucado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received this book in the mail today and I am excited to read it and do the 40-days of devotionals that is included.  A great book to sit down with and read with a cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;View the video on the book from YouTube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywOp1_EYRKI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywOp1_EYRKI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-1826590504843254825?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1826590504843254825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=1826590504843254825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/1826590504843254825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/1826590504843254825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-if-we-were-intentional-about.html' title='What if ... we were intentional about spreading Hope to the World today.'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-3387978016641337838</id><published>2007-09-11T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T12:38:22.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...we had bookmarks instead of cookies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RubtQfA64-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/g9yMpIJQqOY/s1600-h/teabookmarksml2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109031694757454818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RubtQfA64-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/g9yMpIJQqOY/s320/teabookmarksml2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RubtDPA649I/AAAAAAAAAFc/fbzHz5mid1c/s1600-h/teabookmarksml.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh goodness. I've been visiting all these lovely tea party blogs, and they have photos of real teas, with beautiful china and exquisite finger sandwiches, cookies, scones and all sorts of delectable treats. Honestly, if you stopped over at my house right now I might be able to offer you a bottle of Propel and some Cheez-Its. Soooo...since I'm unable to offer the same kind of hospitality on our blog as some of you incredible women are doing, I've made a printable treat instead. I have a layout of these tea bookmarks &lt;a href="http://www.mylifeseeds.com/Printables/teabookmark.pdf"&gt;here for you&lt;/a&gt;. I hope they bring a small bit of enjoyment on a quiet Autumn afternoon, when you have time to sit with a cup of tea, a good book and a cozy blanket in your lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-3387978016641337838?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3387978016641337838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=3387978016641337838' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3387978016641337838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3387978016641337838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-ifwe-had-bookmarks-instead-of.html' title='What if...we had bookmarks instead of cookies?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RubtQfA64-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/g9yMpIJQqOY/s72-c/teabookmarksml2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-3694419308058755401</id><published>2007-09-10T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T14:18:12.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...we keep the kettle on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://makeminepink.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108686005724701634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RuWy2vA648I/AAAAAAAAAFU/c7_g-AMEN2o/s400/teablog2a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; I find it a necessi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to express myself through creativi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. My hopes and prayers your visit here brings a touch of sereni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. (Or even a touch of hilari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6747214511429506693-3694419308058755401?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3694419308058755401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=3694419308058755401' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3694419308058755401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3694419308058755401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-ifwe-keep-kettle-on.html' title='What If...we keep the kettle on'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RuWy2vA648I/AAAAAAAAAFU/c7_g-AMEN2o/s72-c/teablog2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-743426233630829428</id><published>2007-09-10T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T11:49:14.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>What if ... we made relationships a priority?</title><content type='html'>Often we can get so caught up in the busyness of our lives that we don't regularly take time out for things that matter most to us and that is our relationships whether it be our personal relationship with God, our husbands, children, relatives, old friends or even to make a new friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I too easily can get caught up in all the busyness of life which is why I think this Virtual Tea Party put on by &lt;a href="http://makeminepink.blogspot.com/"&gt;Make Mine Pink&lt;/a&gt; blog is a great way to reconnect with our online friends as well as even make a new one.  This week has already started out crazy for me with home schooling but I will make it a point to get on over to the Tea Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to making some new friends and maybe even seeing some old online friends I haven't spoken to lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-743426233630829428?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/743426233630829428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=743426233630829428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/743426233630829428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/743426233630829428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-if-we-made-relationships-priority.html' title='What if ... we made relationships a priority?'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-5392464267572390532</id><published>2007-09-09T19:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T20:09:50.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...someone stops by for tea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RuSxp_A647I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0GiIsq-Xj3o/s1600-h/teablog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108403212193031090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RuSxp_A647I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0GiIsq-Xj3o/s400/teablog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, it was no surprise that our lovely Randee of the &lt;a href="http://pinkcollarclub.org/"&gt;Pink Collar Club&lt;/a&gt; was intrigued by the &lt;a href="http://makeminepink.blogspot.com/2007/08/please-come-to-tea.html"&gt;Make Mine Pink blog&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't have a photo of an actual tea party so I decided to revise one of my ecards from my &lt;a href="http://www.mylifeseeds.com/"&gt;MyLifeSeeds&lt;/a&gt; site to use as a welcome for any visitors that may stop by. If you peruse the MMP blog, you'll see that this tea party is going on all week, so any tea-related postings would be welcome, along with cookies and petit fours. Also, there are many wonderful women participating in this - you'll find their links on the MMP blog. All of them are keeping their porch lights on and the tea kettles on the stove, so please stop by for a spot of tea and a bit of relaxation. I seem to be the most adept at posting graphics and photos, so please don't mind me if I hopefully have the time to pop in and sprinkle our blog with a tea picture or two this week. I promise not to make a habit of stepping on people's posts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Meanwhile, milk? lemon? honey? Please help yourself to a sugar cookie while you're here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-5392464267572390532?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5392464267572390532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=5392464267572390532' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5392464267572390532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5392464267572390532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-ifsomeone-stops-by-for-tea.html' title='What If...someone stops by for tea?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RuSxp_A647I/AAAAAAAAAFM/0GiIsq-Xj3o/s72-c/teablog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-5347068516234838095</id><published>2007-09-07T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:47:36.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...someone had a blog tea party?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://makeminepink.blogspot.com/2007/08/please-come-to-tea.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107673565968917378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RuIaC_A644I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Mk4EObuA52c/s400/tea-invite2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://makeminepink.blogspot.com/2007/08/please-come-to-tea.html"&gt;Make Mine Pink &lt;/a&gt;bloggers are throwing a virtual tea party on Monday, September 10. They are inviting all the women entrepreneurs who are part of Make Mine Pink to participate, and anyone else who wishes to join them. What a sweet idea, isn't it? This is what they had to say:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Join in on the fun and host a virtual tea party too. We will be visiting all the Make Mine Pink blogs and yours too if you decide to host your own party.You will see beautiful and unique tables set for tea; many will have a special theme.Will you join us and post a photo of your Tea Party on your very own blog? Post a comment on Make Mine Pink’s Blog and we will include you on the list. So expect many visitors and please have cookies ready."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-5347068516234838095?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5347068516234838095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=5347068516234838095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5347068516234838095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5347068516234838095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-ifsomeone-had-blog-tea-party.html' title='What If...someone had a blog tea party?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RuIaC_A644I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Mk4EObuA52c/s72-c/tea-invite2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-7013075243005342190</id><published>2007-09-06T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T09:02:56.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...You Really Believed What He Says?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got an email from my good Canadian friend, Karla, that I thought I'd share with you. (I modified it to apply to women.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She Says, He Says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She Says:  It's impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  He Says: All things are possible.  (Luke 18:27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She Says:  I'm too tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  He Says:  I will give you rest.  (Matthew 11:28-30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She Says:  Nobody loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  He Says:  I love you.  (John 3:16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She Says:  I can't go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  He Says:  My grace is sufficient.  (II Corinthians 12:9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She Says:  I can't figure things out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  He Says:  I will direct your steps.  (Proverbs 3:5-6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She Says:  I can't do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  He Says:  You can do all things.  (Philippians 4:13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She Says:  I'm not able.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  He Says:  I am able.  (II Corinthians 9:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She Says:  It's not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  He Says:  It will be worth it.  (Romans 8:28)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She Says:  I can't forgive myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  He Says:  I forgive you.  (Romans 8:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She Says:  I can't manage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  He Says:  I will supply all your needs.  (Philippians 4:19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She Says:  I'm afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  He Says:  I have not given you a spirit of fear.  (II Timothy 1:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She Says:  I'm always worried and frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  He Says:  Cast all your cares on me.  (I Peter 5:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She Says:  I'm not smart enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  He Says:  I give you wisdom.  (I Corinthians 1:30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She Says:  I feel all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;  He Says:  I will never leave you or forsake you.  (Hebrews 13:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What If...You Really Believed What He Says?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Challenge: Silence the "she says" and speak the "He says" once and for all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-7013075243005342190?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7013075243005342190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=7013075243005342190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/7013075243005342190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/7013075243005342190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-ifyou-really-believed-what-he-says.html' title='What If...You Really Believed What He Says?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-3667079801854710484</id><published>2007-09-05T15:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T15:08:14.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...I added one more powerful video?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf "&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="videoThumb=http://www.godtube.com/thumb/1_10371.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf " flashvars="flvPath=http://www.godtube.com/flvideo1/6/10371.flv" flashvars="videoThumb=http://www.godtube.com/thumb/1_10371.jpg" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="330" height="270" name="video" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brought me to tears. It made me think of how easy it is in this world to forget that we are God's children, and filled with his love. What grace there is in having our beloved Father always there waiting...even when we spend so much in the forgetting. Randee, this performance also reminded me of things you've told me about your church, &lt;a href="http://www.patchworkcam.com/"&gt;Patchwork Creative Arts Ministry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-3667079801854710484?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3667079801854710484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=3667079801854710484' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3667079801854710484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3667079801854710484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-ifi-added-one-more-powerful-video.html' title='What If...I added one more powerful video?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-2851264395706016040</id><published>2007-09-05T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T03:07:42.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...Wednesday brings a quenching video?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4NYMGan2T2M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4NYMGan2T2M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob, a pastor from &lt;a href="http://www.eastgatefellowship.net/"&gt;Florida&lt;/a&gt; I know online, posted this video clip entitled, "What I Did This Summer". Rob also had this note: "The one guy with dreds (Dusty) was someone I've known since he was a little kid. Used to curse the ground Christians stood on. God captures hearts like butterflies." I just smiled all the way through watching this, and thought it might bless you too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Music in the video from &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=106632848"&gt;Five O'Clock People&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-2851264395706016040?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2851264395706016040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=2851264395706016040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2851264395706016040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2851264395706016040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-ifwednesday-brings-quenching-video.html' title='What If...Wednesday brings a quenching video?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-2563070676199784082</id><published>2007-09-03T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T18:08:45.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...You Just Breathe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is a beautiful song with these words...Just Breathe. I sing it as I write. Do you know the song I'm referring to? (I have a most difficult time placing songs with the singers.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, that's what I am doing...just breathing. After a extremely busy summer, I have taken the liberty to...just breathe. Girls, I am bubbling over with excitement and a real sense of accomplishment. As one project after another comes to a close, (or rather a beginning) my plate is left empty. I've licked it clean and I am full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, don't get me wrong. There were time when I had stomach cramps from eating too much. For putting into my body (*soul*) too much junk. I suppose the truth is that God would direct my steps and I would trail off the narrow path. Only for Him to redirect and me to begin wandering again. I am sure of this: If God didn't direct and redirect my path often, I would be off in la-la land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But, today, I just want to celebrate. The hard work paid off. God blessed...again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;September marks the one year anniversary of the Pink Collar Club and as Charles Dickens says..."It was the best of times. It was the worst of times." How true that statement is. This past year has been chock full of blessings and chock full of challenges. But I am still here...by the grace of God alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Will you celebrate with me? Remember...we are to rejoice with those rejoicing and mourn with those mourning. (I am blessed to have so many fellow mourners but the rejoicers...that's what I seek today!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Rejoice, Sisters, rejoice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For this is the day that the Lord hath made. I will rejoice and be glad in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-2563070676199784082?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2563070676199784082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=2563070676199784082' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2563070676199784082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2563070676199784082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-ifyou-just-breathe.html' title='What If...You Just Breathe?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-267239767251771912</id><published>2007-08-29T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T14:21:28.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...love was retroactive?</title><content type='html'>Several years ago I ran across some articles by a man who had spent his childhood in an orphanage. Richard's stories were heartwrenching; full of abuse, neglect and torment. I wrote and told him how sorry I was for all that he had suffered growing up, and we exchanged email back and forth. Although he was about 70 years old he told me how long it took for him to learn how to love people, and how disasterous his first and second marriages were. He was happily married for a third time, but said that his wife didn't understand one ritual that he had kept through the years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Christmas he would buy his young boy self a Christmas present. Through counseling Richard had had to travel back and heal the young boy who had been so hurt and abandoned, and a part of the healing he held on to was buying and wrapping a new toy every Christmas for six-year-old "Richie"; something he'd never had growing up. From our exchange of letters I came to know that one thing that Richard had so strongly wished for was a mother who loved and cherished him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that I wished I could go back in time and be his mother for him. I said how I wished that little Richie would have come through the door after school to a real home, and that I would be there waiting with a smile, a hug, and a warm plate of cookies, anxious to hear all about his day. I told him if I'd been his mother I would have read him stories at bedtime, sung lullabies, tucked him snugly under the blankets, and said a prayer with him. And then I would have kissed him good night and told him I loved him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard wrote back and said that he knew I would have done those things, he knew that I would have been that kind of mother for him. I hope in some small way that I was another little piece of his journey to healing such a broken childhood. I think for a moment together we both rewrote the past and filled it with love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-267239767251771912?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/267239767251771912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=267239767251771912' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/267239767251771912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/267239767251771912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-iflove-was-retroactive.html' title='What If...love was retroactive?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-3258292788325138585</id><published>2007-08-28T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:30:52.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...We Made The "W" List?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a quick post today. I received this email a few days ago by my dear friend and lady of the Pink Collar Club, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://spirit-women.org/"&gt;Carolyn Townes of Spirit Women&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Thought I'd share it with you. Take a look!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey Blogging Divas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to give you the heads up. To make a long story short:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby Bloomberg of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloombergmarketing.blogs.com/bloomberg_marketing/2007/08/45-things-by-an.html#comments" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diva Marketing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (the Oprah of the blogosphere) posted about the W Magical List -- which started as a list of the top 150 women bloggers. It has circulated around the blogosphere, with women adding their own blogs to it. I saw it on at least a dozen blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby posted that some diva should create a wiki to house the list so that all could assess and add their blogs. Well, guess who took her up on it? AND, I added you gals to the amazing line-up, along with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just wanted to let you know, in case you get this amazing influx of traffic! The wiki is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wmagicallist.wikispaces.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://wmagicallist.wikispaces.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. There are close to 200 blogs listed, all written by women. We rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as they say in blogland, I memed you guys. If you want to reach out, check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bloombergmarketing.blogs.com/bloomberg_marketing/2007/08/45-things-by-an.html#comments" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toby's blog post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, and make a comment. Who knows where it will lead!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay passionate my sistahs!&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's nice to be noticed, isn't it? The What If...? Women blog made the "W" Magical List !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-3258292788325138585?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3258292788325138585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=3258292788325138585' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3258292788325138585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3258292788325138585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-ifwe-made-w-list.html' title='What If...We Made The &quot;W&quot; List?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-8645386529450599623</id><published>2007-08-27T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T08:27:48.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aesop Fable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taking things in stride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tortoise and the Hare'/><title type='text'>What if ... we learned to take things in stride?</title><content type='html'>This topic has been posted about by myself and others from different angles but it is always good to be reminded of things several times and to look at it from different perspectives.  So I ask:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if ... we learned to take things in stride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often I want to rush things or get to the end result of something and in my rushed state or possible frenzy, I lose the enjoyment of what I am doing. Often I think we are fooled into believing we are going to miss out on something if we don't hurry and get to our destination. The reality is though that we miss out on the blessings that are in the process of things.  The end result is usually just that, the end. Then we move on to something else and begin the cycle again rushing to reach the next destination or goal of ours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may think to take things in stride is to go slow but I looked up the word stride and the dictionary says to stride is to walk or run with long regular steps.  After pondering this I realize that to take things in stride is not necessarily to take our time or take things as they come, but to take regular and consistent steps towards our destination whether it be a walking or running pace that is most suitable to our own character.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you tend to be more like in the Aesop Fable "The Tortoise and the Hare"?&lt;br /&gt;These fables really can teach us some valuable lessons now can't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-8645386529450599623?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8645386529450599623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=8645386529450599623' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8645386529450599623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8645386529450599623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-if-we-learned-to-take-things-in.html' title='What if ... we learned to take things in stride?'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-4758240216699609935</id><published>2007-08-25T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T03:35:07.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If....by Nichole Nordeman</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/egtm0XwShOc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/egtm0XwShOc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thanks to Shalene (Proverbs 31 Wannabe) for posting this on her blog. How could I not add a song called "What If" here?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-4758240216699609935?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4758240216699609935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=4758240216699609935' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4758240216699609935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4758240216699609935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-ifby-nichole-nordeman.html' title='What If....by Nichole Nordeman'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-5038921343937262384</id><published>2007-08-24T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T11:32:00.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...We Could See the Unseen?</title><content type='html'>One of my mentors from several years ago recently re-entered my life.  It was neat how we were reunited, and we quickly set up a time to meet and give each other updates on what is happening personally and professionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I thought was going to be just a simple catching up with one another, has turned into a collaboration on a future project that will meet a passion and expertise we share for helping leaders.  She has also taken my book and workbook to some colleagues for exposure and potentially teaching my work at her organization.  I am amazed at life’s surprises when we don’t try to plan them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I have seen this coming?  Probably not.  Even if I had an “agenda,” I still don’t believe it could have turned out better than it has and I truly believe my mentor would have been turned off to any collaborating projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO SEE THE UNSEEN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Loosen the grip of a tight agenda when you are meeting with an individual or have a certain situation.  It could leave room for unexpected positive outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Practice “being” on a daily basis.  If all you do every day is produce, you’ll miss the unseen blessings.  If you don’t know what “being” looks like, observe the person in your life who seems less stressed and more positive than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a faith in something other than yourself and your capabilities that will free you up to see a fresh, new perspective on your life and how to make a true, lasting impact in the lives of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hebrews 11:1-"Faith is being sure of what you hope for in the evidence of things unseen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-5038921343937262384?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5038921343937262384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=5038921343937262384' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5038921343937262384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5038921343937262384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-ifwe-could-see-unseen.html' title='What if...We Could See the Unseen?'/><author><name>lifecoachlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14992804411620064804</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-5335010950067187047</id><published>2007-08-22T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T04:50:40.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...one dad said so much, so quickly?</title><content type='html'>Just a little mid-week item that will hopefully make you all smile as it did me! (I'm amazed by all the gifts God has given his children.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uISuvTiTYJA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uISuvTiTYJA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-5335010950067187047?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5335010950067187047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=5335010950067187047' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5335010950067187047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5335010950067187047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-ifone-dad-said-so-much-so-quickly.html' title='What if...one dad said so much, so quickly?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-2955753566075671720</id><published>2007-08-21T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:32:15.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...We Gave The "EGR"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I spent a long day at work. I had just returned from a 4 day trip to Chicago with my husband. It was wonderful. We left the kids with my mom and had an "adult" trip in the heart of the city. Formal events, parties, a wedding...a beautiful time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And then I returned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My inbox was full, as well as, my voicemail. I spent the bulk of the morning returning communications followed by an afternoon at the showroom followed by an evening at our new building at church...painting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was tired. Dead tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There are many opinions flying when designing a new church. I was in charge of the overall design and was grateful for the many helping hands in getting the job done. But...as I said...many opinions. Who knew that a particular paint color would cause so much concern? (Obviously those who have done this before---this is new for me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, I answered the questions the best I could. Addressed concerns, encouraged the workers, picked up a paintbrush. I dug right in. (And, I was so tired.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In the middle of a "discussion", my good friend came up and hugged me from behind and whispered something in my ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She said: EGR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What does that mean? I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extra Grace Required.&lt;/strong&gt; She replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I nodded appreciatively and hugged her. What a blessing this friend is and what words of wisdom she spoke in her acronym!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It worked. Immediately, I felt a gentleness that come from her words; that came from Christ. I began to ponder the grace shown to me---both in the past and the present. By others but especially by Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What If...We Gave The EGR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today, Tomorrow. Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-2955753566075671720?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2955753566075671720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=2955753566075671720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2955753566075671720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2955753566075671720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-ifwe-gave-egr.html' title='What If...We Gave The &quot;EGR&quot;?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-7523573750212271734</id><published>2007-08-20T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T14:22:06.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interests and passions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skills and talents'/><title type='text'>What if ... we allowed everyone to dance to their own tune?</title><content type='html'>With Randee's last post about "teaching them to dance" and knowing what a beautiful thing that can be literally I found myself pondering it more figuratively in regards to home schooling my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been planning out the new school year and decided to do things differently this year by allowing my children to learn about the things they are interested in. For our curriculum to be more interest-led then teacher-led as we all have different skills, talents, interests and passions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year my kids have actively been involved in the planning of this new years curriculum and I have to say just with this one change of focus it has made a ton of  difference.  My kids are much more excited about this new year then they had been in the past two years since they will be learning things that are of interest to them. Making it much more fun and enjoyable for them to learn and do the basics of reading, writing and math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if ... we allowed everyone to dance to their own tune? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure to perform as others do would definitely be lifted from us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-7523573750212271734?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7523573750212271734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=7523573750212271734' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/7523573750212271734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/7523573750212271734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-if-we-allowed-everyone-to-dance-to.html' title='What if ... we allowed everyone to dance to their own tune?'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-8244403499077836791</id><published>2007-08-16T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T09:29:17.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...I taught them to dance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning I received a phone call from a colleague from long ago. (For those of you who don't know, I am a retired ballroom dancer.) Alfie and I go back 17 years. Wow, I can't believe it even as I write it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was a 19 year old kid who walked into the studio with all pomp and fluff. I knew nothing about ballroom dance but I was practically born in a traditional dance studio. I was on a mission...to get the audition and a place in this dance company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The studio was bustling; dancers everwhere rehearsing, teaching, coaching. It was magnificent! My eye turned to the main ballroom and there he was...the most beautiful male dancer I had ever laid eyes on...Alfie. Grace and strength exuded. I was mesmorized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I got the audition (and ultimately a place in the company) but very rarely was Alfie to be my trainer. He was far too booked to have time for the likes of a "trainee" like myself. But...when I did get him, it was incredible. His knowledge was unsurmountable. His quiet South African accent soothed my soul. There was (is) something about Alfie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Alfie left the company a year after I began my ballroom dance career. But, years later, he and I would reunite and work together for a time. Once again, years have passed and today he called me with a prosition:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Randee, I have highly recommended you to an organization that educates children with behavioral, developmental, and learning disabilities. Last year, I spent every Friday morning with these wonderful students through a grant. The grant was not renewed so I made other commitments for my Friday mornings. I got a call from the school. A wealthy woman is funding the program for this school year. Are you interested in teaching these students? It was a wonderful experience for me. I want you to know that you are the only one I recommended."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He gave me the contact information of the woman in charge and I called her. We had a lovely discussion and set an appointment to meet next Friday. I explained that I was home-schooling my oldest child this year and she welcomed him to join in the instruction. As the matter of fact, the students are his age! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What If...I taught them to dance? These students are (supposedly) entering life with the strikes against them. But I know from experience how often it is individuals like these that impact my life so greatly. I also know how "beauty" in whatever form touches the soul. I don't know what will happen in the interview but something tells me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Teach them to dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-8244403499077836791?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8244403499077836791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=8244403499077836791' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8244403499077836791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8244403499077836791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-ifi-taught-them-to-dance.html' title='What If...I taught them to dance?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-120114253453223883</id><published>2007-08-15T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T18:41:46.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...we said one right thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/annegogh/927245898/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 395px; HEIGHT: 311px" height="375" alt="artturnlove_lrg" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1177/927245898_b59926583f.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I finally met Bob Smith at the car repair shop where he works as service manager. His parents were related through marriage to my stepdad, and I'd met his folks, had a couple of delightful conversations with his mother Libby when she was still alive, but I'd never met any of their three kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a surprise gift my dad decided to see if it was worth fixing my son's old car. It has almost 230,000 miles on it, so we certainly weren't sure about that! But he decided to invest the five hundred dollars and see if we could keep my son's wheels on the road a little longer. So he called Bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stood there at the service counter with my son while Bob, a man close to my age in his 50s, dressed in dark blue overalls, busied himself with our paper work. I waited while he looked over the invoice and explained everything that had been fixed on the '95 Dodge Neon. There was a slight pause before he started to ring up the total, and I decided to use that pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just want you to know," I said, "that I really liked your mother so much." Bob's business countenance changed. In a split second his face transformed into one of delight, and registered pure joy. "She was so wonderful," he said. "As time goes on there aren't that many people who remember my mother, and it's so nice to hear someone say something about her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father died when I was 17-years-old and occasionally through the years I've had people stop and tell me a story about him. The last time was several years ago, and it was a remarkable story of my dad standing up for two young teenagers. I know from my own experience what a gift it can be to hear about a loved one, especially when they've been gone a long time, and you don't have that many friends who knew them. I knew before I went to get my son's car that day that I would mention this great lady to her son if the opportunity presented itself. I'm so glad it did. I know my words to him were a gift, and the gift to me was seeing the love that flooded this man's face as soon as I spoke of his beloved mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-120114253453223883?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/120114253453223883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=120114253453223883' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/120114253453223883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/120114253453223883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-ifwe-said-one-right-thing.html' title='What If...we said one right thing'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1177/927245898_b59926583f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-8404296810788400012</id><published>2007-08-14T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:02:15.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...I Un-Schooled My Child?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, my friends, this possibility is becoming a reality very soon. In the next couple of weeks, I will send my younger children off to school and keep my older child, Tristan, at home with me. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I always dreamed of educating my children in a more focused way. In the back of my mind, I would ponder...if I home-school each of my children through their middle school years (7th and 8th grade) then I would have really focused one-on-one time with each...as my children are 2 1/2 years apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The time has crept up on me. My son will be entering 7th grade this year and the time has come. For the last year, my husband and I have discussed it thoroughly. At first, we didn't include Tristan in the conversation. But, at the beginning of the summer we began discussing educational options with him. Much to our surprise, Tristan is really excited about this new chapter in his life. Thus, a home-schooling mom, I will soon become. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I look at this "picture" of our life for the next year, I see something quite unique from society's norm. You see, I am really interested in "un-schooling" Tristan. No doubt, he will learn. As the matter of fact, I'm kind of taking the easy route. I've enrolled him in an online academy. But, what I am really excited about is teaching Tristan very specific "life skills". Everything from cooking to praying, cleaning to Biblical study, what it means to be a man (dare I?) to what it means to be a woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've even been contemplating a "ceremony" of sorts for his 13th birthday. A rite of passage, so to speak, into manhood. (What do I know about manhood, right? Well, I know a few good men who will help me out!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So...once again, I am entering new territory. Keep us in your prayers. I'm anticipating a great year...full of surprises. I'll keep you posted on our progress, no doubt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-8404296810788400012?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8404296810788400012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=8404296810788400012' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8404296810788400012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8404296810788400012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-ifi-un-schooled-my-child.html' title='What If...I Un-Schooled My Child?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-7905046983812412296</id><published>2007-08-12T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:22:12.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...I left a prayer here this Sunday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/46/116506140_ba85d9ab82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/46/116506140_ba85d9ab82.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine edited a book of prayers, and the sample prayer on amazon.com really touched my heart, so I thought I'd share it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord of the excluded,&lt;br /&gt;Open my ears to those I would prefer not to hear,&lt;br /&gt;Open my life to those I would prefer not to know,&lt;br /&gt;Open my heart to those I would prefer not to love,&lt;br /&gt;And so open my eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;Where I exclude You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Iona Abbey Prayer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-7905046983812412296?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7905046983812412296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=7905046983812412296' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/7905046983812412296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/7905046983812412296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-ifi-left-prayer-here-this-sunday.html' title='What If...I left a prayer here this Sunday night'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/46/116506140_ba85d9ab82_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-5520641694623674054</id><published>2007-08-09T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T09:53:35.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...We Face The Giants?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My son had his football draft on Monday and Tuesday of this week. The heat index in Kansas City was over 100 degrees yet boys from all over the area gathered for this two-day draft with the hope of getting on the team they desired. Some did. Some didn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sports are a big deal in my house...especially football. To prepare for the "big draft" we gathered for family night to watch the film everyone has been telling us that we must see: Face The Giants. Now, it's my turn to spread the word. Even if you are not a football fan, you must see this film!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Face The Giants is about a small high-school football team on a big losing streak. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;townfolk&lt;/span&gt; are gathering together in conspiracy to have the coach removed. Coach digs deep into his faith in God. He prays and feels compelled to create a purpose for his team based on giving God the glory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Whether we win or lose, we praise God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ultimately this losing team ends up at the state championship "Facing The Giants". (I won't spoil the ending. Watch the movie!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My son is 12 years old but he's a small 12...one of the smallest in his class. To watch him on the field, he truly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exemplied&lt;/span&gt; this idea of facing the giants. Some of these boys were huge! And, there is Tristan, at least a head shorter if not more. But he is fast. Speedy Gonzalez fast! Race after race, drill after drill...there he was in the top 2 or 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My husband and I stood on the sidelines in amazement. Our little guys was not only facing the giants but winning. His focus, his determination, his desire put him over the edge. (Of course, it helps that God has gifted him in athletics.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before we left for the draft, with the movie clearly in our minds, we said to Tristan...Whether you win or lose, you praise God, okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyday we have an opportunity to Face The Giant. We either move forward boldly under the covering of our Heavenly Father or retreat in the defeat of the Enemy. Today, I reaffirm this position of victory. Today, I face my giants! How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-5520641694623674054?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5520641694623674054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=5520641694623674054' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5520641694623674054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5520641694623674054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-ifwe-face-giants.html' title='What If...We Face The Giants?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-3356690541136248758</id><published>2007-08-08T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:30:12.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...I waited for God's nudge?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sorgine/833429835/"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="341" alt="Day 94 of 365: My Heart is on Fire" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1215/833429835_b5f1e9d0a6.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Several months ago, a young man from church showed up at my door with a $10 gift card to one of our local gas stations. I was so touched, and yet a bit perplexed, because I knew that I didn't need the card nearly as much as someone else might. So I thanked him profusely, and put the card in my car console, and just waited. Until yesterday. Below is an email I sent to Brian, the earth angel who appeared at my door that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Brian,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember a few months ago when you stopped over because you felt God wanted you to stop and give me a gasoline gift card for $10? I was so touched by your gesture and by your heart for God and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure why God led you to me. I knew at the time that I wasn't in desperate need of the gift. However, I trusted that God had a purpose for it, as you trusted when you brought it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Today I was walking out of work with one of my co-workers from another department, who was carrying a bottle of laundry detergent. She mentioned it was a gift, and when I questioned her about the unusual present, Pam told me that this has been a really hard week for her financially. She's a single parent with two young children and was out of money. She borrowed $20 to pay for her daughter's prescription medication, and then a friend of hers at work today insisted on taking her to lunch and to Target to buy laundry soap, which she also needed. Immediately I tried to give her some money, but she turned me down (as most of us would). And then I said, "Oh, I know! I have a gas gift card in my car that a friend from church brought me awhile ago. I knew that God had someone in mind for it, and it must be you!" Pam was so thrilled and so grateful. Taking that gas card, which didn't cost me anything, didn't embarrass her, and yet it was exactly what she needed right now to get through until payday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I got to experience the joy of being the middle man between you and this single mother in need, and the joy of feeling such a connection with God by sharing his love with another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you. Your gift was so much more than a $10 gift card. I will treasure the memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his amazing love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-3356690541136248758?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3356690541136248758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=3356690541136248758' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3356690541136248758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3356690541136248758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-ifi-waited-for-gods-nudge.html' title='What If...I waited for God&apos;s nudge?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1215/833429835_b5f1e9d0a6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-62724915591317119</id><published>2007-08-06T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T08:30:23.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enjoying life'/><title type='text'>What if ... we stopped trying to cram so much into our lives?</title><content type='html'>I bring this question up because I see not only in my own life how I tend to try to cram more things into my days then I can possibly do but just how that seems to be the norm almost everywhere you go especially when it comes to kids and learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids just finished up two weeks of swimming lessons and they were excited to start them considering they just learned how to swim this past 4th of July.  After the first day, they were no longer excited about their lessons and were very happy for them to be over.  In only two weeks of lessons they really were pushed to learn how to float on their backs and stomachs, do the front and back crawls, tread in water over their head, retrieve rings from the bottom of the deep end, dive in the deep end off the side of the pool and jump off the diving board and the last two days were testing on all this. Wow, I definitely didn't expect beginning lessons to teach so much in such a short time.  Needless to say, I too am happy the lessons are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely believe we need to challenge ourselves and our kids but I think a lot of things are done out of fear that we are not keeping up with others or with what is expected of us so we push ourselves more then we need to or should and then lose the joy of doing what we're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if ... we stopped trying to cram so much into our lives?  I think if we did, we would enjoy the things that we do instead of it being a drudgery because we will begin to appreciate the whole process of what we are doing seeing that as more important rather then just focusing on the end result.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-62724915591317119?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/62724915591317119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=62724915591317119' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/62724915591317119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/62724915591317119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-if-we-stopped-trying-to-cram-so.html' title='What if ... we stopped trying to cram so much into our lives?'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-2070064178119604491</id><published>2007-08-02T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T13:26:13.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bully'/><title type='text'>What if....Girls Understood the Meaning of Respect?</title><content type='html'>Today, my youngest daughter Hannah, was at a neighborhood daycamp.  When I came to pick her up, she was hanging out with three other girls. One girl in particular, seemed to be the 'ring leader' who lead the taunting towards Hannah because of a water bottle incident that seemed to be taken care of by one of the camp leaders earlier.  When these girls told me the story of what happened, I had Hannah apologize to the ring leader for what she did.  The 'ring leader' wouldn't accept her apology and was whispering things to one of the other girls.  I went on to say that it would be a better time for everyone if they all tried to get along, instead of bullying each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and I walked away and I said to her "Hannah, you don't have to hang out with girls who aren't nice to you."  Courtney, the 'ring leader' heard me and actually gave me some lip about what I said.  I think she thought she could get away with talking back to me (although I wasn't addressing her), because as I walked back to these three girls, Courtney scurried away behind a tree.  I casually addressed all three girls and asked if they'd enjoy being bullied.  No one answered.  I left saying that more effort should go into getting along, rather than being mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove away, I asked more details from Hannah about the water bottle incident.  She told me that Courtney called her stupid.  I quickly turned the car around and drove back to the camp.  By that point, all the camp leaders were around the girls and Courtney was hiding away.  One of the camp leaders asked if there was a problem and I said there was.  I let them know of the name calling (I guess Courtney is a bit of a trouble maker) and said name calling is unacceptable.  The camp leader let me know what she had Hannah do to rectify the water bottle incident and I told them I had her apologize to Courtney. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked away with my blood boiling from a 5 year-old girl!  She showed how she doesn't respect authority figures and feels obliged to bully other kids.  I'm amazed at how early these girls are learning to bully others.  All I could do was pray that Courtney would have a positive environment to teach her what love and respect for self and others could really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-2070064178119604491?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2070064178119604491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=2070064178119604491' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2070064178119604491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2070064178119604491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-ifgirls-understood-meaning-of.html' title='What if....Girls Understood the Meaning of Respect?'/><author><name>lifecoachlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14992804411620064804</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-4359384612479042857</id><published>2007-08-02T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T09:44:52.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...You Killed The Cow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A good friend recently related the following anecdote: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There was once a very wise old man who traveled rural communities sharing his knowledge with the villagers. After listening to one of the old man's many lectures a young man, impressed by his wisdom, begged to join him on his travels. The old man agreed for the young man to become his disciple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one occasion after walking for hours they stopped at a humble cottage and begged for some water. A gentleman in shabby clothes invited them to rest in the shade of his humble home. He then told his wife to serve the travelers water from their well, some bread, and cheese. As they sat and ate, what in their opinion was some of the best tasting bread in miles, the visitors observed signs of abject poverty. The place was sparsely furnished and the man's children and wife were dressed in tattered clothing. The wise man asked the father how he managed to provide for his family. To which the father replied that they had one single cow that was their salvation. The cow provided milk from which they made cheese to have with some bread. The cow also helped in the plowing of a small potato and wheat plot they had in their backyard. On sacks hanging from the cows back they transported their little harvest to the market.  The father remarked, "We owe our lives to our cow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wise man listened and after both he and his disciple were rested they went on their way.&lt;br /&gt;That evening as they settled in a nearby inn, the young disciple commented his concerns for the future of the poor family. He pointed out with passion the inequality and injustice prevalent in this world.  Why did good people have to suffer and work so hard for paltry survival, while others who were not as deserving reveled in wealth and surplus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a reply the old man, gave his disciple a chilling command. Go back to that family's field and kill the cow! The young disciple stunned, questioned the wisdom of his order. The wise man repeated his charge without any signs of remorse, "Go and kill the cow now!"  Not one to disobey, the disciple went back to the family's field, led the cow away from his shed and pushed her down a precipice. His deed done, he went back to the inn. Yet, he felt guilt over his actions and after a year he decided to part ways with the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years later, the young man was passing through the village where he had committed that evil deed, and he decided to go in search of the family. There was now a huge beautiful house on the same spot where the cottage had stood. It was surrounded by a beautiful courtyard. He saw what seemed like delivery trucks coming in and out of the grounds. He went up to the gate and after ringing the bell was greeted by a servant.  He explained that he was looking for the original owners of the place who had lived there about six years ago. The young servant assured him that the owners of the land still lived there and invited him inside the home to have a seat in the beautiful lobby. A few minutes later a well-dressed gentleman walked up to him, immediately recognized and greeted him cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disciple could not contain his curiosity and queried as to what had turned their fortune around.  The man confessed that the day after their visit, they found their cow dead at the bottom of a nearby cliff. Not having any other immediate means for sustenance, he and his family were forced to create an alternate way to survive. They decided to start baking and selling bread. First, the children delivered the goods on foot from house to house. Soon, they were filling such large orders that required the purchasing of trucks.  The death of the cow had signified the beginning of new life.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps in your own life you have been holding on to a person, circumstance, job or situation that you believe you would never be able to live without or get over. But what if that is exactly what is stifling your God-given creativity, and your opportunities to live a life of abundance? Is it time to kill the cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written by Norka Blackman-Richards of 4 Real Women International&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-4359384612479042857?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4359384612479042857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=4359384612479042857' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4359384612479042857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4359384612479042857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-ifyou-killed-cow.html' title='What If...You Killed The Cow?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-5121717420241865563</id><published>2007-08-01T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T12:00:23.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...We Turned Love Inside Out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.turnloveinsideout.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.turnloveinsideout.com/images/TurnLoveBtn.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine approached me awhile ago with a vision he had for site that would let people know about God's immense and amazing Love for all of humankind. This became a "What if..." discussion of its own. What if we could try and communicate the message of God's Perfect Love? What would that look like? Where would we start? How do we convey to people who may never have experienced it, that those who feel God's love deep in their spirits spill that love out into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently through our partnership this message of love has turned into a web site endeavor: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.turnloveinsideout.com"&gt;www.turnloveinsideout.com&lt;/a&gt;. Jim is a writer, so this vision and the writing come from him. I am a designer, so the web site and graphics are my domain. God first "introduced" the two of us on the Internet a year or two ago. I thought it was amazing enough when Jim ended up flying to Michigan to speak at my church and share stories from his book "Divine Nobodies: Shedding Religion to Find God". But here I was being amazed again by Jim approaching me with this vision for sharing Love and asking me to be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so admiring of so many of you women here who have online ministries and do so much to reach other to others. I am feeling blessed indeed to have a part in a ministry that I pray will reach out to those in need of the message that there is a God who loves them beyond anything they could wildly imagine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-5121717420241865563?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5121717420241865563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=5121717420241865563' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5121717420241865563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5121717420241865563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-ifwe-turned-love-inside-out.html' title='What If...We Turned Love Inside Out?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-8850988175280577579</id><published>2007-07-30T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T10:43:42.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of Noah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Grand Weaver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trusting God'/><title type='text'>What if ... we stopped trying to control the direction our lives.</title><content type='html'>With Randee's last post about how God is our pot watcher, I wanted to continue on with this theme and share with you a little snippet from a book called &lt;a href="http://www.zondervan.com/media/samples/video/excerpt/0310269520_videosample.wmv"&gt;"The Grand Weaver, How God Shapes us through the events of our Lives" by Ravi Zacharias&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just began reading it over the weekend and I am only on the second chapter titled "Your Disappointments Matter" but it already has me pondering so much.  A section of the chapter was talking about beginning to walk in our faith and how faith is where we believe that God is in control and has formed us for a purpose.  If we do not walk in faith we will find ourselves floundering and living without purpose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part that really got me pondering things was where he brought up the story of Noah in Genesis 6:9-22 and how "The Bible supplies every detail of the ark: how high, how wide, what kind of wood - the comprehensive blueprint.  Yet two details are conspicuously absent: no sail and no rudder. Imagine preparing to float on water for that many days with nothing to control the direction of the ship!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if... we could stop trying to control the direction of our lives and just trust God as Noah did?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-8850988175280577579?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8850988175280577579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=8850988175280577579' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8850988175280577579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8850988175280577579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-if-we-stopped-trying-to-control.html' title='What if ... we stopped trying to control the direction our lives.'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-4635579029975215579</id><published>2007-07-26T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T10:29:26.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...The Watched Pot Never Boils?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The watched pot never boils.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's how the saying goes, right? You put the pot on the stove filled with cool water. You watch. Nothing happens. You watch a little longer. Still...nothing. You step away from the stove (for just a moment) only to hear your smoke detector piercing through your ears. Apparently, while you were away, the pot did boil. It boiled over. And, you never even seen it. For, as they say...the watched pot never boils. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or...does it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Almost a year ago, I launched a project after a decade in germination. Since then, I have watched. Daily checking the "stats". How many visitors? How many members? How many posts? Always watching...waiting for the boil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I went in knowing the "typicals". Be prepared for 3 years of lean time. 3 years of preparation. 3 years of the learning curve. You name it. The "magic" number seemed to be 3. If the pot hasn't boiled in 3 years...move on to Plan B. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But, just because I recognize the "typicals", I am also totally aware that I am the daughter of an "a-typical" God. Does the number 3 have any significance to Him? I doubt it. So, in my heart, I anticipate His workings. I anticipate His participation. And...sometimes (on my more bold days) I anticipate His miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Interestingly, my life went through a bit of transition a few months ago. I was no long able (or compelled) to "watch the pot" so I asked God to by the "official watcher". And, He has. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A powerful thing happens when God is the watcher. The pot boils!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So...here is my unsolicited 3 part advice for the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1.  Stop watching the pot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2.  Ask God to be your "official" pot watcher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3.  Carry on with the work before you and wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The watched pot DOES boil.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-4635579029975215579?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4635579029975215579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=4635579029975215579' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4635579029975215579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4635579029975215579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-ifthe-watched-pot-never-boils.html' title='What If...The Watched Pot Never Boils?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-6599743722572144246</id><published>2007-07-23T07:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T07:52:35.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meal planning'/><title type='text'>What if ... I began to enjoy meal planning?</title><content type='html'>My last post I talked about staying on task with my meal planning.  So far so good.  We've had some good meals the past week, my kids have enjoyed helping and I have to say the help has been nice and it was very nice not to wonder what we are having for dinner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Anne shared a wonderful meal planning resource website it reminded me of another website I came across some time ago that I had meant to go back to but you know how that goes sometimes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I made a point to check it out finally and I have to say it is a great free resource website that helps with meal planning.  The website is called &lt;a href="http://www.mealsmatter.org"&gt;Meals Matter &lt;/a&gt; and you can plan weekly meals, search for recipes that are in their database or add your own, create your shopping lists with a click of a button from the recipes you plan to prepare and create your own cookbook online that can be viewed by others if you like and lots of other great information.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if ... I actually began to enjoy meal planning?  I think it is very possible with these simple online tools and after 10 years I could finally be able to turn over a new leaf and eliminate this one major stress in my life making us all happier in our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-6599743722572144246?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6599743722572144246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=6599743722572144246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6599743722572144246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6599743722572144246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-if-i-began-to-enjoy-meal-planning.html' title='What if ... I began to enjoy meal planning?'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-8153147793763732775</id><published>2007-07-20T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T07:45:17.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career transition'/><title type='text'>What if..We Embraced Transition?</title><content type='html'>Recently, I have had the opportunity to help quite a few men and women who are contemplating leaving the corporate life they have known for 25+ years to start their ‘second phase’ of life.  Whether you are age 55+ or thirty-something,  “redirection” can be defined as looking for changes to improve or enhance your personal, professional and/or spiritual life.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transition (or commonly known as change) can be a smooth or rough ride, depending on how it is approached.  If, for example, you are terminated from your job without warning or preparation, your transition to another job might be rougher than someone who has quit to take another job elsewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transition can be seen as a threat or as an opportunity.  What I have seen over the years as a life and business coach is that what might start out as a threat, winds up becoming a wonderful opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE ARE SOME TIPS TO HELP PREPARE FOR A SMOOTHER TRANSITION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Remember that your job or career DOES NOT define who you are:  it only defines WHAT you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Take the time to discover your values, your passions and how you are wired. These items are foundational in making future decisions about your life direction.  Seek outside resources like coaches, classes or conferences that can help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Make sure you are not living life inside a box.  Do you have a network of contacts outside your place of employment, or home?  Does your network include personal and professional contacts?  These contacts can serve as a great resource if and when you want to explore something outside of your current situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Keep a running tally of your strengths and talents.  Be willing to look outside your industry to see how you can creatively transfer your talents to other markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pray about where your life is and if you think a different direction is where you are being led.  Be willing to be patient until you feel you have an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Live Out Loud Ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lynnjarrett.com/"&gt;www.lynnjarrett.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-8153147793763732775?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8153147793763732775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=8153147793763732775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8153147793763732775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8153147793763732775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-ifwe-embraced-transition.html' title='What if..We Embraced Transition?'/><author><name>lifecoachlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14992804411620064804</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-4076731165214627111</id><published>2007-07-18T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:45:36.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...Deliberate Acts Of Kindness Became A Habit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I shall dedicate this week to &lt;strong&gt;Deliberate Acts Of Kindness&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tomorrow, I will wake up and give thanks to the Lord for the wonderful kindness He has given to me over my lifetime. This is how I will start my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then, I will make an intentional plan. I will plan a deliberate act of kindness to very specific individuals. I think I will make a choice to specifically target those who have NOT been kind to me recently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would anyone like to join me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I really need to step outside some pain inflicted. Today, I became completely aware that, although unkindness has been shown to me, so much kindness has also been shown. Isn't it interesting how easy it is to "obsess" over the kindness taken when so much kindness has been given?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if...deliberate acts of kindness became a habit?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-4076731165214627111?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4076731165214627111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=4076731165214627111' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4076731165214627111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4076731165214627111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-ifdeliberate-acts-of-kindness.html' title='What If...Deliberate Acts Of Kindness Became A Habit?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-3281956244913039590</id><published>2007-07-16T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T08:03:13.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='staying on task'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meal planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>What if...I could stay on task this week.</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you but as a mom I find myself easily getting distracted from my daily tasks.  I start my day out with great expectations to get lots done and so I start to tackle my first project of the day.  Soon my kids interrupt and need my attention for one reason or another so I stop what I am doing and help them but then very often something else gets my attention which also keeps me from my task at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been very good with cooking and taking time to be creative with food all my life but since getting married now over 10 years ago, this has been something I have tried more times then I can even count to get better at preparing dinners for my family but it is still just as much a struggle today as it was ten years ago.  Everything else seems to take priority and distract me from my goal to have good dinners prepared for my family every night and not just having the same old meals that we all are tired of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be going grocery shopping today for the next two weeks of dinner meals that I have planned out.  Hopefully I can keep it up and make it a habit to do every two weeks and take the time out necessary (and stay on task) to plan and prepare what we will be eating two weeks in advance rather then at the last minute like I do too often where I either find that we don't have all the ingredients and need to make a last minute trip to the store or we just eat out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can any of you relate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-3281956244913039590?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3281956244913039590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=3281956244913039590' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3281956244913039590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3281956244913039590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-ifi-could-stay-on-task-this-week.html' title='What if...I could stay on task this week.'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-995727568239720950</id><published>2007-07-11T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T13:54:56.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...you only saw your child once or twice a year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RpVDlBuk_VI/AAAAAAAAADU/C6ftBz9HEUM/s1600-h/Kelly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RpVDlBuk_VI/AAAAAAAAADU/C6ftBz9HEUM/s400/Kelly2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086045657582861650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter Kelly (see photo above!) came home to Michigan this week to visit from her home in Ft. Lauderdale. The last time I saw my daughter was at Christmas; needless to say I had a hard time letting go when I grabbed and hugged her as she walked through the door at the airport terminal. Hopefully that also helps explain the lateness of this post, and myriad emails I've sent asking people to understand a delay in my work schedule this week on freelance endeavors. My baby girl is home, and everything else has taken a back seat to spending time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our children are little we don't often think of the fact that we are raising them to be adults and self-sufficient enough to make their way in the world. Sometimes we don't take into consideration that their world will end up being so far away from our own! I'm so grateful for how communication has evolved through the years. When I was a teenager, there was that corded phone that we would drag as far as we could into closets, or around a corner in order to have a private conversation. Long distance calls were mostly out of the question though; too expensive. The plus side was that everyone became good letter writers, and there are beautifully handwritten letters to lovingly store away. Still, though, I'm so grateful for the relatively inexpensive cell phones that let me talk to my daughter most days, and email that can travel through space in just a moment's time. Frequent communication certainly helps us feel closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing like being together in person, having conversations face to face, and the joy of wrapping a loved one in your arms. So until next Wednesday, I'm a little bit absent from my online world of friends. But I am so totally present right now in my life with my daughter. Wishing you all a warm hug from a child today; your own or a treasured borrowed one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-995727568239720950?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/995727568239720950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=995727568239720950' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/995727568239720950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/995727568239720950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-ifyou-only-saw-your-child-once-or.html' title='What if...you only saw your child once or twice a year?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RpVDlBuk_VI/AAAAAAAAADU/C6ftBz9HEUM/s72-c/Kelly2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-921043734088597127</id><published>2007-07-09T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:16:49.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>What if ... we could be a fruit?</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone is enjoying their summer.  I am learning how to have more fun in my life so lets have a little fun here as I myself need to have a lot more fun in my life and not be so serious always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could be any fruit, an apple, peach, pear, plum, watermelon, honeydew, cantelope, banana, pineapple, rasberries, strawberries, blueberries etc., what would you want to be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial thought was I would want to be an apple so I would always be the apple of God's eye but I don't really care much for the taste of most sweet apples as I prefer the sour apples but wouldn't want to be thought of as one of those sour apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With summer here, two of my most favorite fruits to eat are rasberries and watermelon. I have fond memories of picking rasberries every summer as a child in our back yard but I think If I were to pick one it would be a watermelon since they are so filling and also help quench your thirst on hot summer days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you want to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-921043734088597127?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/921043734088597127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=921043734088597127' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/921043734088597127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/921043734088597127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-if-we-could-be-fruit.html' title='What if ... we could be a fruit?'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-6846863804732522681</id><published>2007-07-06T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:46:32.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><title type='text'>What if..We Paid Attention to Our Needs?</title><content type='html'>I just went through three weeks of insomnia.  There was nothing stressful or spiritually upsetting in my life.  My body just decided it was going to be stubborn and not function properly.  (For any of you who have had bouts of sleep deprivation, you know how frustrating this is!!)&lt;br /&gt;A little proactive investigating on my part led me to a homeopathic doctor who was able to pinpoint a specific hormone that was completely depleted, which was causing my insomnia.  I was ever so grateful to learn that there was something actually wrong and I wasn't crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;During my three weeks of non-existence, it forced me to focus on God for help and wisdom to get to the bottom of what was wrong.  There are some lessons I have had to learn through this and wanted to share those with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't ignore your body.  Heart disease is the leading cause of death among women today.  Why?  Because they ignore the signs.  Women are known to focus on everyone and everything else EXCEPT themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Keep in mind that your body, mind and spirit (physical,mental and spiritual) must be in balance in order for you to function optimally for God.  If one area is off balance, the others are affected as well.  Take action to get yourself back in balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rest.  Recognize when your body, mind or spirit is weary and force yourself to rest.  If you don't, you'll be miserable and everyone else will know how miserable you are too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Out Loud Ladies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lynnjarrett.com/"&gt;www.lynnjarrett.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-6846863804732522681?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6846863804732522681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=6846863804732522681' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6846863804732522681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6846863804732522681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-ifwe-paid-attention-to-our-needs.html' title='What if..We Paid Attention to Our Needs?'/><author><name>lifecoachlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14992804411620064804</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-5327541566298942271</id><published>2007-07-05T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T07:58:10.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...I loved Him the way I love him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We sent our children off to their grandmother's until Sunday. Ah, 5 days alone with my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Grammy picked up the kids on Tuesday at 11:00. My husband came home to kiss them goodbye and decided to spend the afternoon alone with me. We went to lunch and came home for an afternoon nap. It was wonderful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I awoke about 3:00 PM in time to make it to work at 4:00. As I worked, I was thinking of our wonderful afternoon. Then a floral deliveryman came into the showroom with a bouquet of beautiful, long-stemmed roses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Are you Randee?", he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I opened the card to find the note: You're too good to be true. I can't take my eyes off of you. I blushed. It was an good afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My husband is an easy man to love. He personifies the strength that I so desperately admire. He is a man of truth choosing never to allow things to simmer but get them out in the open immediately. This can be unsettling to some but for me it's quite refreshing. Something that I've always admired him for. He lives in the present. He is full of gratitude and appreciation. He is hilariously funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He is easy to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lately, I have been contemplating God as Lover. I've been pondering just how much energy and effort I put into "loving" my husband. I wondered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What if I loved my Lover like I love my lover? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How would that look? Feel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If God established marriage as the ultimate "love" relationship, then why NOT begin seeing my God as my Lover? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-5327541566298942271?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5327541566298942271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=5327541566298942271' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5327541566298942271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5327541566298942271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-ifi-loved-him-way-i-love-him.html' title='What If...I loved Him the way I love him?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-1314807748886874985</id><published>2007-07-04T03:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T04:33:22.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...I honor the independence declaration of 1863?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with inherent and inalienable rights; that among these, are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be easy to create a post in honor of Independence Day, to speak of honor, sacrifice, courage and freedom. But as I searched through articles and quotes pertaining to the signing of the Declaration of Independence and our subsequent celebrations of the event, I kept being brought back to the fact that not all of us were free. In actuality it took almost 90 more years until Americans of color were granted independence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words from a speech by Frederick Douglass on an Independence Day in 1841 reminded me of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The rich inheritance of justice, liberty, prosperity and independence, bequeathed by your fathers, is shared by you, not by me. The sunlight that brought light and healing to you, has brought stripes and death to me. This Fourth of July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an American, today I honor and recognize the founding fathers who sacrified and fought for an independent and self-governing nation. Today, also as an American, I feel called to recognize another declaration of independence, one that finally gave African-Americans reason to rejoice and celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I, Abraham Lincoln, President of the United States and Commander-in-Chief of the army and navy, do hereby declare that on the first day of January, eighteen-sixty-three, all persons held as slaves within any state then in rebellion against the United States, shall then become and be forever free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And by virtue of the power and for the purpose aforesaid, I do order and declare that all persons held as slaves within said designated States and parts of States are, and henceforward shall be, free; and that the Executive Government of the United States, including the military and naval authorities thereof, will recognize and maintain the freedom of said persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And upon this act, sincerely believed to be an act of justice, warranted by the Constitution upon military necessity, I invoke the considerate judgment of mankind and the gracious favor of Almighty God."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A proclamation by the President of the United States, 1 January 1863&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-1314807748886874985?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1314807748886874985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=1314807748886874985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/1314807748886874985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/1314807748886874985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-ifi-give-recognition-to-1863.html' title='What if...I honor the independence declaration of 1863?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-2726201160560151663</id><published>2007-07-03T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T08:18:08.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if…forgiveness were all we had to offer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Norka wrote this post but is having technical difficulty posting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;READ THIS COMPELLING PIECE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Recently we invited our entire congregation to read “Left to Tell: Discovering God Amidst the Rwandan Holocaust” by Immaculee Ilibagiza. It is the memoir of a college girl who survived the Rwandan genocide – the internal conflict between the Hutus and the Tutsis in 1994. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immaculee survived huddled in a small bathroom with seven other women for 91 days. If the trauma of that experience were not enough, Immaculee heard the killers chanting her name. They had already massacred her family and they knew that she was alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machetes in hand and blood-thirsty they vowed to wipe all Tutsis from the face of the earth. Believing that they could, the killers went on a rampage throughout the country butchering any Tutsi or Tutsi supporter. It is estimated that close to a million people were murdered. Undoubtedly, the forces of evil were working overtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, all this occurred while the world stood by watching - clueless. If you’ve seen the movie: Hotel Rwanda you know exactly what I mean. That movie is another real-life depiction of the same genocide Immaculee survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To survive Immaculee retrieved into herself and held on to her faith. She used the memorization of Bible texts and prayer to keep her emotionally and psychologically sane – during the whole ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;In spite of this there were times when she was overpowered with doubt and fear. She states in her book: “I realized that my battle to survive this war would have to be fought inside of me. Everything strong and good in me – my faith, hope, and courage – was vulnerable to the dark energy. If I lost my faith, I knew I wouldn’t be able to survive. I could rely on God to help me fight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Immaculee’s survival is, to me, not even the greatest triumph of this amazing story. After the war Immaculee goes the extra mile and confronts the suspected killers of her family. They indeed confess all the gruesome details. Then Immaculee does something totally mind-boggling: she forgives them – to their faces. When asked why she would do such a thing, she states: “Forgiveness is all I have to offer”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps very few of us would ever experience even a quarter of what Immaculee went through in our full lifetimes. But we’ve all been hurt by people, and we all struggle with forgiveness. What if forgiveness where our only choice – the only thing we would choose to offer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To watch video clips &amp; read more about Immaculee click below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://international.4realwomen.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;id=20&amp;amp;Itemid=32" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4 Real Women International - First Annual "Survivors" Awards Benefit Gala (January 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-2726201160560151663?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2726201160560151663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=2726201160560151663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2726201160560151663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2726201160560151663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-ifforgiveness-were-all-we-had-to.html' title='What if…forgiveness were all we had to offer?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-311117530700611251</id><published>2007-07-02T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T08:12:08.136-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live in the moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divine appointments'/><title type='text'>What if ... we lived every day in the moment?</title><content type='html'>Our lives are too often spent thinking about our past and what we could have done differently or it is spent thinking about our future and what we want our life to look like rather then living in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent many a years in the past but luckily I have learned to not dwell on my mistakes any more but chalk it up to a valuable learning experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have yet to learn though is not worry about what tomorrow will look like.  Too many of my days and my thoughts are focused on tomorrow rather then fully appreciate and enjoy each moment as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great reminder of this is Matthew 6:34: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough trouble of it's own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us learn to live in the moment so we do not miss out on the blessings each day with our families and friends nor miss those divine appointments that come our way because we will be living in the present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-311117530700611251?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/311117530700611251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=311117530700611251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/311117530700611251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/311117530700611251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-if-we-lived-every-day-in-moment.html' title='What if ... we lived every day in the moment?'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-6736557743816163509</id><published>2007-06-29T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T13:01:19.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burnout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><title type='text'>What if..We Could Avoid Burnout?</title><content type='html'>Last night, my family and I witnessed a spectacular event: A power line near our home exploded, snapped, and caught fire.  The weather caused this power line to send a surge of electricity that, at first, did not wipe out our power, but did so later on for an extended period of time.  Thankfully, no one in our neighborhood was hurt, and fire trucks and the electric company were on the scene immediately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event made me think of how often we run on “power surges” in our own lives.  For example, I have a colleague who has three major projects running right now, and she asked me to be a collaborator on her next project.  I told her I was tired just listening to all she was trying to juggle.  I let her know of my concern that if she doesn’t slow down and maybe postpone one of her projects, she’ll burn out and be left without any energy.  Sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is usually something innate in all of us that drive us to perform, to perfect, to catch up on, etc.  Have you ever gotten to the end of that ‘power surge’ and find that the result didn’t quite meet your expectation for all the work you put into it?  Therein lies the burnout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIPS TO PREVENT BURNOUT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IDENTIFY YOUR POWER SOURCE.  If you rely completely on yourself for your physical and emotional energy through every facet of your life, you will burn out time after time.  After each power surge, you will probably notice it takes longer to recover.  When you rely on God as your power source, 2 Corinthians 4:7 reminds us “But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing POWER is from God and not from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. SOLICIT HELP FROM OTHERS whenever possible.  I have a friend who does everything herself and at times when she has ‘turned over duties’ to someone else, she has always redone their work.  Learn to trust others.  Asking for help is NOT a sign of weakness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  RE-PRIORTIZE YOUR TIMELINE.  If you have several projects that are urgent to you, ask yourself “What’s most important right now?” Evaluate the amount of time it will take for each project (days, weeks, etc.) and start with the one project that excites you.  If none of them ‘wow’ you, start with the project that will take the least amount of time to get done.  When you have finished it, it will motivate you to keep moving instead of procrastinating and feeling overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Out Loud Ladies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-6736557743816163509?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6736557743816163509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=6736557743816163509' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6736557743816163509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6736557743816163509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ifwe-could-avoid-burnout.html' title='What if..We Could Avoid Burnout?'/><author><name>lifecoachlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14992804411620064804</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-8092010569301468816</id><published>2007-06-28T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T09:30:24.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...I were as shrewd as a snake?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus says to his disciples, “I am sending you out like sheep among wolves. Therefore be as shrewd as snakes and as innocent as doves.”  (Matthew 10:16)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think you'll agree with me that we've heard the message of being "innocent as doves" throughout our Christian lives. Message after message, resource after resource on being "set apart" in our innocence in the Lord. The blood of the Lamb has made us innocent in the eyes of Lord. Hallelujah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yet, only one time in my life have I heard a sermon preached on these very words of Jesus...Therefore, be as shrewd as snakes. I find it extremely interesting that the &lt;strong&gt;prelude&lt;/strong&gt; to being innocent as doves is to be shrewd as snakes. And, even before that, "I am sending you out like sheep among wolves." We certainly recognize this. We know, by experience, the truth of this statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shrewd as snakes. The connotation is negative, isn't it? What do you of when you hear the word "snake" in a biblical context? The serpent, I would assume. I know I do. But, this cannot be what Jesus intended. So, what does this mean to you? To be as shrewd as snakes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If we go to the gospels, we emphatically find that Jesus was shrewd. He knew when to speak. He knew when to refrain. He knew when to act. He knew when to refrain. Yet, through it all...He was innocent as doves. (Is not the Holy Spirit symbolized by the dove?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There is a passage in the Bible that talks about guarding your heart. We know the "spiritual weight" the heart has in our relationship wit h God. Countless scriptures on the state of the heart. I wonder if this "shrewdness" is related to guarding the heart? Or, perhaps, to taming the tongue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does being shrewd as snakes mean to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-8092010569301468816?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8092010569301468816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=8092010569301468816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8092010569301468816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8092010569301468816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ifi-were-as-shrewd-as-snake.html' title='What If...I were as shrewd as a snake?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-4431359907577477540</id><published>2007-06-27T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T11:45:05.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...you were alone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RoKsVBuk_TI/AAAAAAAAADA/-5SlGqNix3U/s1600-h/CarmanBeaconSML.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RoKsVBuk_TI/AAAAAAAAADA/-5SlGqNix3U/s200/CarmanBeaconSML.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080812806868368690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Be still and know that I am God!&lt;/em&gt;—Psalm 46:10&lt;br /&gt;A few hours ago I kissed my son good-bye at the train station, and he took off on his Grand Adventure. He met my son-in-law David's younger brother in Chicago and now they are headed to my daughter and son-in-law's home in Florida, where they'll be working for David for a month. We joked about how I will have some practice being an empty-nester, though my daughter will be returning for a visit in another week. Still, I'm finding these first few hours have launched me into a foreign land. What will I do with the quiet and stillness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually right now I'm enjoying the peacefulness, despite the sudden thunderstorm. I think it will be a little strange tonight when I go to bed and the cat and I are the only ones here. In fact I horrified myself a few minutes ago when while washing dishes I made an off-the-cuff remark to Mrs. Jinx. &lt;em&gt;Oh, no, I thought. I'm not going to be one of those women who end up talking to their pets all the time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I hope, and pray, is that this becomes a time of prayerful solitude for me. If I can give up my feline dialogue then God's the one I'll be talking with and listening to more often. And in this very busy, chaotic, hectic world, how often we need that psalmist's voice reminding us to be still. Episcopal priest Renee Miller also points me in a beautiful empty-nest direction with her prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O God, slow me down, let me breathe deeply, let me become as still as stone. Then in the hushed silence, speak to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-4431359907577477540?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4431359907577477540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=4431359907577477540' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4431359907577477540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4431359907577477540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ifyou-were-alone.html' title='What if...you were alone?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RoKsVBuk_TI/AAAAAAAAADA/-5SlGqNix3U/s72-c/CarmanBeaconSML.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-5676463994162120402</id><published>2007-06-26T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T20:33:44.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...I knew the real meaning of silence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PRECIOUSNESS OF SILENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"But Jesus was silent." Mt 26:63&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Silence is Meekness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you do not defend yourself against offenses; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you do not claim your rights;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you let God defend you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Silence is Meekness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Silence is Mercy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you do not reveal the faults of your brothers to others;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you readily forgive without inquiring into the past;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you do not judge, but pray in your heart;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Silence is Mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Silence is Patience.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you accept suffering not with grumbling but joyfully;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you do not look for human consolations;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you do not become too anxious, but wait in patience for the seed to germinate;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Silence is Patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Silence is Humility.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When there is no competition;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you consider the other person to be better than yourself;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you let your brothers emerge, grow and mature;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you joyfully abandon all to the Lord;When your actions may be misinterpreted;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you leave to others the glory of the enterprise;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Silence is Humility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Silence is Faith.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you keep quiet because you know that the Lord will act;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you renounce the voice of the world to remain in the presence of the Lord;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you do not labour yourself to be understood;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;because it is enough for you to know that the Lord understands you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Silence is Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Silence is Adoration.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you embrace the cross without asking "Why?";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Silence is Adoration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Missionaries of Charity Prayer Book)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-5676463994162120402?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5676463994162120402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=5676463994162120402' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5676463994162120402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5676463994162120402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ifi-knew-real-meaning-of-silence.html' title='What If...I knew the real meaning of silence?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-2677793832654648268</id><published>2007-06-25T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T11:25:22.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adultery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy union'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7th commandment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>What if... the whole world viewed marriage and sex as holy?</title><content type='html'>After working on last week's Mirror Mirror on the Wall book project on the 10 commandments I thought the 7th commandment was a great "What if" question to discuss and ponder for today.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;What if the whole world viewed marriage and sex as holy? Well, for starters, there would be no premarital sex as people would wait until they get married nor would there be any adultery in marriage because even the thought of having sex with someone else would be the complete opposite of being holy. We would also be sure to dress modestly so as not to cause anyone to stumble in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People would consider the consequences of their actions and the divorce rate would drop dramatically and homes would become more stable, with a mother and father in every home. Making our children feel more secure, complete, healthy and happy because there would be no illegitimate births or sexually transmitted diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that but TV programs, advertising and magazines will need to replace their content with clean material because sex will no longer sell.  There would be no more prostitution, escort services, strip clubs, adult movies, sex shops and ultimately pornography would end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents would love each other as Christ loves the church with an unconditional love, patience and forgiveness, which our children will learn from and pass on to future generations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all begins with each of us individually transforming our own minds to view our marriages and sex as holy. With society as it is today, it is sometimes hard to do this but since beginning to change my view on this, my marriage has benefited greatly and now work very hard to keep this view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-2677793832654648268?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2677793832654648268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=2677793832654648268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2677793832654648268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2677793832654648268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-if-whole-world-viewed-marriage-and.html' title='What if... the whole world viewed marriage and sex as holy?'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-5513366668921419624</id><published>2007-06-22T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T07:54:41.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s direction'/><title type='text'>What if...We Paid Attention to Our Dreams?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever stopped to think about some of the odd dreams you have while sleeping?  Some of them can be so weird, you just have to laugh.  Others may leave you wondering, what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With having a psychology background, I can tell you that dreams really can provide some significant messages to you if you’re willing to stop and evaluate what they might mean.  This morning, I had two significant dreams that definitely were there to show me where I am in my career and ministry and how I am to proceed.  How do I know they were significant?  I can’t stop thinking about them, and after all these hours, I remember the details vividly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading a recommended book “Windows of the Soul-Understanding the Meaning of Your Dreams” by Dr. Robert Wise, is when I really started paying more attention to what my dreams were trying to tell me.  Over the years, my dreams have accurately predicted real life outcomes as well as provide wisdom on how to handle life situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams provide you with an opportunity to see what you may be too busy to notice when you are awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some tips to wake up and take notice of what your dreams mean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Keep a dream diary.  When you wake up and remember some details, write them down.  I kept a dream diary years ago when I had over six months of dreams with very similar themes.  These ‘themes’ revealed how I was handling a tremendous transition in my life and how they provided hope for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Recognize similar themes in your dreams.  There is definitely something for you to learn when you start seeing similarities in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Keep in mind that your dreams aren’t always to be taken at ‘face value.’  What I mean is that if you have a dream about your workplace, it doesn’t automatically mean an object lesson for you concerning your work. It could mean something about your personal life or a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don’t ignore your ‘feelings’ in your dreams.  Your feelings will provide a large clue as to whether your dream is personally, professionally or spiritually related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Consider what God might be saying to you through your dreams.  This may be the only way He is able to get your attention!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-5513366668921419624?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5513366668921419624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=5513366668921419624' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5513366668921419624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5513366668921419624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ifwe-paid-attention-to-our-dreams.html' title='What if...We Paid Attention to Our Dreams?'/><author><name>lifecoachlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14992804411620064804</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-5386696115536411365</id><published>2007-06-22T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T08:02:23.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...I lost my agenda?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've just returned from vacation. I had planned on it being a working vacation but I immediately changed my plans upon my arrival. Instead, I chose to spend some "quality" time with God and my children. I chose NOT to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some interesting things were taking place before I left. I found myself at a loss in dealing with the circumstances surrounding me. I truly believe that God provided this time of rest and restoration to remove me from any impact I could make had I stayed. Though I felt resistance to the "agenda" of others, I also felt compelled to practice silence. To allow God to work it out. With the release came the peace. Go figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But...it did bring into question my own "agenda"....for myself, my family, my community, my career. I spent a week on the beach with nothing to "do". I prayed alot. Most of it silent prayer. I really wanted to hear God. Quite frankly, I haven't come home with the "answers" but I have come home with a feeling of "smallness". Don't misunderstand me. I'm not talking about value here. Rather, this idea that I am but a single speck of His creation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;God has an "agenda" that connects His entire creation. If only I could find His agenda and lose mine. Now, that's a worthy goal. Is it not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-5386696115536411365?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5386696115536411365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=5386696115536411365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5386696115536411365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5386696115536411365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ifi-lost-my-agenda.html' title='What If...I lost my agenda?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-5731669052493220411</id><published>2007-06-20T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T18:01:39.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...you found a lovely ministry?</title><content type='html'>When we were talking about inner beauty recently, I was trying to remember the young woman who has a special ministry for mothers and daughters with a mission of "turnings girls hearts toward God". Well, tonight I ran across it again. It's called &lt;a href="http://www.beautybydesignonline.com/"&gt;"Beauty by Design Ministries"&lt;/a&gt; and the founder is Alyssa Avant. She's launching her Mom-Daughter Connection radio show soon, and has a free weekly ezine subscription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa brings years of experience in the modeling industry and youth ministry to this calling and is currently working on her Master's degree in Christian education.&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd pop in on a Wednesday evening to let you mothers or grandmothers of young girls know about her site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-5731669052493220411?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/5731669052493220411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=5731669052493220411' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5731669052493220411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/5731669052493220411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ifyou-found-lovely-ministry.html' title='What if...you found a lovely ministry?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-6100931238962192656</id><published>2007-06-20T05:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T08:41:49.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>What if...we really screw up?</title><content type='html'>Ask most people and they'll describe me as someone who's calm, peaceful and easygoing. In fact more than one person has told me that they can't imagine me ever being mad. But I can get angry. I just have a habit of saving it up for the people I love most in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I came home from work and was instantly irritated because I thought my teenage son should have done more to clean up. So I was snappish and surly and did passive-aggressive kinds of things, like grabbing the bag of trash and noisily slamming the door behind me as I took it out to our dumpster. When I calmed down a bit and was talking to Carman later on he said, "I always feel kind of scared when you come home because I never know if you're going to be mad at me." I felt so awful. My son was right. I take things out on him that sometimes have nothing to do with him. I snap at him for doing things I want him to intuitively know I want him to do without me asking him. I asked my son to forgive me. I asked God to forgive me and I told Carman that from now on we'll discuss expectations. Keeping vows are not always easy for me, but I made a vow to myself and God that I will never walk in the house after work and start yelling at my son. Ever. I feel like this vow is easy to keep - in my heart I have carved it in stone and signed it with my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so humbling and difficult being human sometimes. I don't think I'll ever run out of lessons to learn while I'm on this planet. My son immediately gave me his forgiveness when I asked for it. I don't think I'd be able to make it through this journey without knowing a God of love and forgiveness. May Christ continue to flow through me, and may I constantly be reminded that my loved ones deserve more from me than just a few leftover drops of God's love and compassion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-6100931238962192656?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6100931238962192656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=6100931238962192656' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6100931238962192656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6100931238962192656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ifwe-really-screw-up.html' title='What if...we really screw up?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-6099701373807612883</id><published>2007-06-18T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T12:00:51.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actions speak louder then words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiet and gentle spirit'/><title type='text'>What if ... we let our actions speak louder then our words?</title><content type='html'>We all know this familiar saying but how often do we really live as though that were true.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do we say we will do something but then don't ever get around to doing it. How often do we express ourselves to others with words but our actions don't show it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm guilty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when it comes to my husband, I find myself making sure I get my point across by getting the last word in. The older I get the more I seem to struggle with this which doesn't ever help the situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has helped is when I've allowed my actions to speak far more then my words. A scripture I continually need to remind myself of is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 3:1-2 Wives, in the same way be submissive to your husbands so that, if any of them do not believe the word, they may be own over without words by the behavior of their wives, when they see the purity and reverence of your lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v. 4 Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight. For this is the way the holy women of the past who put their hope in God used to make themselves beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-6099701373807612883?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6099701373807612883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=6099701373807612883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6099701373807612883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6099701373807612883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-if-we-let-our-actions-speak-louder.html' title='What if ... we let our actions speak louder then our words?'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-4589149328745337596</id><published>2007-06-15T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T07:27:44.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failure'/><title type='text'>What if....Failure Was Not Final?</title><content type='html'>There is no better education than one’s own failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an IBM project manager who lost the company ten million dollars.   Dejectedly, he walked into the president’s office and said “I’m sorry.  I’m sure you’ll want my resignation.  I’ll be gone by the end of the day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The president’s response showed his understanding of the value of failure.  He said, “Are you kidding?  We’ve just invested ten million dollars in your education.  We’re not about to let you go.  Now get back to work!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure you have had your moments in life where you have felt like a failure.  Failures are the mistakes that teach you some of your life’s greatest lessons.  The question is, will you embrace them to help build your confidence, or will you let the mistakes devastate you?  You always have a choice.  Whether your failure is losing a job, your marriage, or some other important matter in your life, you can use it as an opportunity to see what’s in store for your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAYS TO USE YOUR MISTAKES AS LEARNING OPPORTUNITIES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Evaluate what went wrong.  Be willing to take responsibility for your contribution.  Sometimes it’s easier to point the finger at someone or something else, but resist that temptation.  Taking responsibility provides you with a greater learning curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be willing to talk to others who can provide you with an objective point of you (Those closest to you and/or your situation cannot).   These people can provide you with what you need to know, not what you need to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Talk it over with God.  After you finish talking, be willing to listen and keep your eyes open to see what He wants to show you or teach you through other people or circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Out Loud Ladies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-4589149328745337596?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4589149328745337596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=4589149328745337596' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4589149328745337596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4589149328745337596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-iffailure-was-not-final.html' title='What if....Failure Was Not Final?'/><author><name>lifecoachlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14992804411620064804</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-3078049251509964204</id><published>2007-06-13T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T09:27:03.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...I asked the question: To Be Or Not To Be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm leaving town tomorrow for my Florida vacation so I thought I'd make my post today. I've had to fast forward my work a bit to make sure that all is taken care of in the Pink Collar Club before my departure. Here's what on my mind and heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In order to be "effective" for the kindom of God, we must be women of intention and strategy. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't misunderstand me...God is in control but He has left us with our own set of responsibilities, so to speak. We spend a great amount of time in the coaching world on "producing results". This is fine and good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But...how much time to we intentionally create just "to be".&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And, what does this mean..."to be". It sounds a little hokey, doesn't it? Like some mystical practice sitting cross-legged chanting AH-UMMM. Certainly, not what I am referring to here. Rather, a simple solution really. Perhaps, the answer to this question. (Atleast my perspective anyway.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If we are created in the image of God (and we are) then wouldn't it make sense "to be" with that Image. Isn't this what we are commanded to do? To imitate Christ? How can we "copy Christ" if we don't live in consistent communion with Him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems perfectly logical to this woman, that if I am "to be" all that I am to be, I must look to and connect with the Image of that to which I hope to become. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We live in a culture that endorces the "to do". This "to do" mentality is worthy of our planning and intention. But what about a "to be" mentality becoming the norm for us? "To be" in total and complete communion with the One who is the great I AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To be or not to be...that is the question!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-3078049251509964204?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3078049251509964204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=3078049251509964204' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3078049251509964204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3078049251509964204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ifi-asked-question-to-be-or-not-to.html' title='What If...I asked the question: To Be Or Not To Be?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-2528662034059556247</id><published>2007-06-13T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T08:18:03.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...I saw the world was wonder full?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mylifeseeds.com/ecards/ecardthoughts010_sml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.mylifeseeds.com/ecards/ecardthoughts010_sml.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has felt stressful lately. A full-time job, rush revisions on freelance work, my stepdad in the hospital for two surgeries, worry about his wife traveling back and forth when she doesn't drive, ministry work and items to pull out and price for a charitable yard sale. I am very aware of the fact that these are all small things compared to some of the heartache and burdens that others are carrying. Still, an underlying tension has persisted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night I had a dream, and sometimes those seem to carry important messages for me. Does that ever happen to you? The particulars of this dream aren't important, but these were a few of the main ingredients: dancing, laughter, baby elephants, (yes, really, there were baby elephants), a great practical joke, and enthusiastic warm and heartfelt hugs. I woke up at 2:30 in the morning full of joy, full of the feeling that God wanted me to try and do things that would bring more light into my life, and that he wants all his children to see the world full of his wonder and "spiritual bubbles" as I like to call them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for today I'm going to try and see the world through eyes that marvel with awe at the miracles around me in the blossoming earth and find people to laugh with and to hug wholeheartedly. Today, I'm going to make a mindful choice to let go of some of the stress and see glimpses of the world as wonder-full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. In case you're interested, my "wonder full" graphic above is available to be sent as an ecard &lt;a href="http://www.mylifeseeds.com/ecards/thinkingofyou.htm"&gt;from my personal web site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-2528662034059556247?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2528662034059556247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=2528662034059556247' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2528662034059556247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2528662034059556247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ifi-saw-world-was-wonder-full.html' title='What if...I saw the world was wonder full?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-4707963049600924774</id><published>2007-06-11T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T08:10:26.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power of prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perseverance'/><title type='text'>What if...we prayed with an energy that never tires, persistency and courage?</title><content type='html'>"Our praying needs to be pressed and pursued with an energy that never tires, a persistency which will not be denied, and a courage which never fails" E.M. Bounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote from E.M. Bounds is a favorite of mine.  I like to remind myself of it whenever I seem to be in a slump with my own prayers. I have to admit, I tire easily of praying the same things over and over again when I don't receive an answer (in my timing). Then after so long of not receiving an answer to my prayers, I give up any persistency I may have had and decide I must accept "no" for an answer. Then because I know God is God and He is going to answer as He sees best anyways, I begin to lack in my courage and don't ask for things too impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enemy has me right where he wants me at these times, keeping me from experiencing the power of prayer and I refuse to let him keep me there which is why I often like to pray the scriptures because that is the one thing I can put my confidence in and believe in the power of the Word of God and know the enemy cannot stand up against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following scripture helps remind me of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 10:35-39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So do not throw away your confidence; it will be richly rewarded.  You need to persevere so that when you have done the will of God, you will receive what he has promised.  For in just a very little while, He who is coming will come and will not delay.  But my righteous one will live by faith.  And if he shrinks back, I will not be pleased with him. But we are not of those who shrink back and are destroyed, but of those who believe and are saved."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-4707963049600924774?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4707963049600924774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=4707963049600924774' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4707963049600924774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4707963049600924774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ifwe-prayed-with-energy-that-never.html' title='What if...we prayed with an energy that never tires, persistency and courage?'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-7217076498592875601</id><published>2007-06-07T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:35:26.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...You Gave Yourself a Break?</title><content type='html'>My oldest daughter had a big math test today.  She was nervous and anxious last night, and I had to calm her down so she could sleep and feel comfortable going into her test.  We talked it through for a few minutes and then I prayed with her.  She didn’t feel as prepared for this test as she had for other tests, which I believe caused a little more anxiety than usual.  I tried to reassure her that she was prepared and to do her best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me think of how we, as adults, often cause our own anxiety because we are so focused on our performance and doing a ‘perfect’ job, that we sometimes forget about the learning experience along the way.  I know I’m guilty of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you give yourself a break to do your best, even if it’s not perfect?  Believe it or not, because we are human, there is nothing we can do perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some ways to give yourself a break:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask yourself that great question “What’s important?”  For example, is it more important to outperform and compete with your co-workers, or learn to work together as a team so you can provide excellence to all your projects and increase your company’s bottom line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tell yourself that you are doing your best.  We are all talented in different ways, so what comes easy to others (which could mean doing something better), might take a little more effort on your part.  So what?  Focus on the areas that you are truly gifted in and support each other’s strengths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Call for assistance when needed.  For my daughter, I suggested going in early to talk to her math teacher for her questions, and/or talk to one of the kids in her class.  We don’t have to know everything and do everything ourselves.  Asking questions can relieve a lot of anxiety!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Out Loud ladies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-7217076498592875601?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7217076498592875601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=7217076498592875601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/7217076498592875601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/7217076498592875601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ifyou-gave-yourself-break.html' title='What if...You Gave Yourself a Break?'/><author><name>lifecoachlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14992804411620064804</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-6747214511429506693.post-4440156308187105405</id><published>2007-06-06T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:23:48.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...The Sum Of The Parts Makes The Whole?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sum of the parts makes the whole.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I remember correctly from my old school days, a teacher once taught me this mathematical principle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love to design rooms. It's really one of my passions. I remember when my husband and I were just starting out. We were purchasing our first home with little money to "set up house" so I began scouring garage sales, flea markets, antique stores...wherever I could find beautiful little treasures...cheap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I began collecting the "parts"...a beautiful little statue for $12 dollars, paper mache dolls from Mexico for $7 a piece, old books (my favorite) and more. If I loved it, I bought it...sometimes scraping together change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had no idea how all these treasures would come together. My husband would joke with me. We'll have our own flea market. Keep the tags on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, somehow, after we moved in and I began placing all the parts together into lovely little vignettes...well, it was stunning! Little pictures of beauty wherever my eyes rested. I had created these "pictures". They were (and are) extremely valuable to me. I can tell you the story of each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Father created me...crafting together each little part to make the whole. Perhaps, He gathered these little parts within the scope of eternity knowing full well that when He put the parts together the whole would become...well, me. On my bolder days, I imagine Him looking down with an "I love you...you're valuable" expression as He remembers His creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes, my little vignettes get dusty taking away from their beauty. I dust them off so that they're shining brightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so very thankful that my Creator "dusts" me off and makes me beautiful. If only in His eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-4440156308187105405?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/4440156308187105405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=4440156308187105405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4440156308187105405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/4440156308187105405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ifthe-sum-of-parts-makes-whole.html' title='What If...The Sum Of The Parts Makes The Whole?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-3148896480092322276</id><published>2007-06-06T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T09:27:41.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...we prayed in color?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RmbbguKOMyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqKcPpyIJpw/s1600-h/PrayinginColor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RmbbguKOMyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqKcPpyIJpw/s320/PrayinginColor1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072983385472643874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next series at church is all about prayer, and soon I'll be helping to create a Prayer Garden in the art gallery section of our sanctuary, and planning some other prayer practices as well, including a prayer wall in an upcoming gathering. Even though we've used prayer walls with markers for journaling, I never thought of drawing and doodling as a way to connect with God. Fortunately Sybil MacBeth did, and she wrote a book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Praying-Color-Drawing-New-Path/dp/1557255121/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-0962916-7981435?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1181146212&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;"Praying in Color: Drawing a New Path to God"&lt;/a&gt;. What I didn't expect when I got the book was just how much I would love practicing prayer this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I'm just writing names of places and people and praying for them, like in my first prayer drawing above. Like the author, I think that sometimes my whole body wants to engage in prayer, and by drawing as I pray, my body and mind both get to participate. I draw the outline of the space, add the person's name, and while I'm filling in the shape with color, I lift that person in prayer to God. Although MacBeth sometimes takes her prayer drawings with her so she can pull out her drawing during the day and pray for those on her list, I've been just taking people along mentally. What's interesting is that now I remember each person so much more easily. Maybe that's because I'm basically a visual learner kind of person, but I know it's also because I have sat and meditated with markers, and invited this person into my heart with each stroke of the pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacBeth suggests using this practice in various ways, including Lectio Divina (spiritual reading), and scripture memorization. I've never been good at memorizing scripture, so that's on my list to try as well. Meanwhile, I'm delighting in praying in a new way that's full of joy and delight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-3148896480092322276?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3148896480092322276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=3148896480092322276' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3148896480092322276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3148896480092322276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ifwe-prayed-in-color.html' title='What if...we prayed in color?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RmbbguKOMyI/AAAAAAAAACI/qqKcPpyIJpw/s72-c/PrayinginColor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-8254631187113535091</id><published>2007-06-05T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T06:46:09.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immigrants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foreigners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treatment'/><title type='text'>What if....we loved the stranger among us?</title><content type='html'>It was the coldest day of the winter - the kind where the only real comfort is a mug of hot chocolate and some comforters. We had just dropped off my assistant at the subway station in Jamaica Center in New York. Even the usual hubbub of the place was tempered by the weather as hundreds of pedestrians hurried towards warmer destinations.&lt;br /&gt;We watched as my young assistant reached the top of the lighted stairway and disappeared into the cavernous station. As we were about to drive way we saw two women standing next to the cab in front of us. What was unusual was that the women wore very light cottony clothing - no coats, no gloves, not even scarves.&lt;br /&gt;The younger one poked frantically in her handbag while she spoke to the cab driver through the window. The older woman stood next to her shaking uncontrollably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband took $20 from his wallet, “They are foreigners, take this money and pay the cab.”&lt;br /&gt;When I walked up to the cab, I caught part of the conversation between the driver and the woman.&lt;br /&gt;He shooed her way with his hand, “Get way from my car, you boat people. You come to my country and take away our jobs. Get away!”&lt;br /&gt;She pleaded with him, “I lost my money, please take us home. Somebody there will pay you. Please sir, we are cold.”&lt;br /&gt;The scene filled me with indignation and I touched the woman’s arm to calm her and turned to the cab driver, “How much is it, sir?”&lt;br /&gt;"I’m not taking those boat people.” And he maneuvered his way into traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lead both women to our car. They got in and I turned up the heat. In tears the young woman explained that earlier they had been to a job interview, but had lost the paper with their home address and did not know what bus to take. She had also lost the little money she had in her handbag, and had used some coins to call her cousin explaining their dilemma. The cousin promised to pick them up right away.&lt;br /&gt;They had been standing there for four hours in the dead winter cold - waiting. Finally they decided to seek help. They had been warned at home to talk to no one except a cop or a taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loaned them my cell phone to call home. I could hear as their female host berated the young woman. She claimed that she had drove around the area twice and did not see them and since it was so cold she went home. I took the phone and spoke to the woman trying to calmly get the address from her. I admit that it was only Jesus that kept me from yelling at this unsympathetic hostess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how my heart cried out for these two women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to engage them in conversation. Only the daughter spoke, and I thought perhaps the mother did not speak English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned that they had just come from tropical Guyana three-days before. Life had been very hard. Their father was very abusive. Her mother’s cousin had offered for them to come stay with her in America. They were definitely ill-prepared for the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the cousin’s home, the mother came up to the driver’s side and grabbed my husband’s hands, and in clear English and a very quiet voice said, “Thank you, thank you because if it wasn’t for you we would have died.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we remembered that immigrants, strangers, foreigners are of the same human condition as us? What if we remembered that this world is not our home anyway? What if we remembered that we are also foreigners here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You shall treat the stranger who sojourns with you as the native among you, and you shall love him as yourself, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt…” (Leviticus 19:34 ESV).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-8254631187113535091?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8254631187113535091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=8254631187113535091' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8254631187113535091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8254631187113535091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ifwe-loved-stranger-among-us.html' title='What if....we loved the stranger among us?'/><author><name>Norka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07592728282547817618</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-8319176421852551084</id><published>2007-06-04T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T08:06:02.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trials'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>What if...we we're always sure of ourselves</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you but one day I can be so sure of myself and confident in the outcome of situations in my life that nothings seems to be able to shake my faith but then I also have days where I waver and I am not sure about anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really prefer to be unshakable in my faith and certain of things that I do not see just as the scripture says in Hebrews 11:1 but I have to admit that when I am, I can easily get a little lazy and begin to settle for where I am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it is these times of uncertainty that I do not settle for where I am but I become determined to do something about it.  I begin to search my heart and soul and dig deeper into the Word of God to find answers. I may not be certain of when or what the outcome will look like but I can be certain that it will bring me to a whole new level of understanding and appreciation in my walk with God and how to deal with those things in life that tend to shake my faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-8319176421852551084?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8319176421852551084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=8319176421852551084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8319176421852551084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8319176421852551084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ifwe-were-always-sure-of-ourselves.html' title='What if...we we&apos;re always sure of ourselves'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-3936893572151942021</id><published>2007-06-01T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T05:41:27.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if..You Could Name Your Tune?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Too many people die with their music still inside them”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that game show years ago called “Name That Tune?”  When I do my Live Out Loud seminars, I take the audience through an exercise of how to ‘name their tune.’  It’s an exercise that allows each individual to learn how to shift from doing life to living life.&lt;br /&gt;            I remember the first time I heard Oscar Wilde’s quote, I was at my first coaching conference. The conference occurred right after I officially retired from my work as a therapist. That conference showed me how comfortable I was doing life as a therapist like it was second nature, but I had lost the excitement of the work, thus part of the reason for my career transition from counseling to coaching.  The ‘music’ inside of me was dying, but the transition to coaching allowed me to compose a whole new symphony with energy and passion I didn’t know existed.  I am very fortunate to have opportunities to not just compose, but play my ‘music’ through the venues of speaking, writing, and coaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?  Is there music still inside of you that you want to play?  Is it something that was a part of your life, but is no more?  Or, is it something within your reach, but you have not had the courage to go out and do it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTION ITEM FOR THIS WEEK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Identify your music.&lt;br /&gt;2. If your music is a past item in your life, renew it if physically able to, or revamp it according to your abilities.&lt;br /&gt;3. If your music requires courage, surround yourself with people who will support you and want to hear your tune!&lt;br /&gt;4. Don’t just compose (think), perform (act on it)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep with the music theme (and the new name for my business):&lt;br /&gt;Live your life &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;forte'! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(out loud!)&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/6747214511429506693-3936893572151942021?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/3936893572151942021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=3936893572151942021' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3936893572151942021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/3936893572151942021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-ifyou-could-name-your-tune.html' title='What if..You Could Name Your Tune?'/><author><name>lifecoachlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14992804411620064804</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-961771405358881018</id><published>2007-05-31T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T06:09:13.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...We Embraced All Seasons?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With summer quickly approaching, I'm mindful of the spiritual seasons of my life. I'm a Spring and Autumn kind of gal, myself. Who isn't? But I'm also aware that it is the seasons of Winter and Summer where the preparation for growth is so prevalent. I suppose that I should embrace these seasons as the intended cycle of my life but, in all honesty, I still prefer Spring and Autumn. Call it spiritual immaturity, if you like. I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Thing I Know For Sure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as God created the world within a framework of seasons, He created you and me within a framework of seasons. There is an order amidst the seeming chaos. Life is cyclical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take a look at a brief description of the seasons. What season are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barren. Desolate. Isolated. These are the words that come to mind when I think of my winter seasons. It's a lethargic state. Sometimes depressive. Bleak. These winter seasons can be brutal. Questions arise. Where are you, Lord? Why me? Sometimes, there is no voice for prayer. Thank God we have the Holy Spirit as intercessor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spring&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renewal. Rebirth. Life. Following a winter season, often comes Spring. We made it through perseverance. God brought us through the desolation of winter and we "feel" again. There is a renewed sense of purpose in Spring. An energy produced from the lethargy of Winter. We are alive. The planning begins again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot. Movement. Sweat. With the clear vision and mission newly birthed in Spring, comes the work of Summer. Thoughts in the head from Winter move to feelings in the heart from Spring to work in the hands in Summer. God designed us for work. It dates back to creation in the garden of Eden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autumn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty. Harvest. Fulfillment. The work of our hands produces the fruit of our labor. It's the fulfillment of our vision. Our labor is rewarded with tangible produce. We look at the seasons of our life and realize just how good He really is. Promises fulfilled. Questions answered. Obedience and perseverance turns to treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking Through A New Lens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I truly understood the seasons of my life, God's word seemed contradictory at times. During a Winter season, I would read the Bible and find a promise that seemed so contradictory to my current season. I would ponder it. Internalize it into something false. I couldn't see through the barrenness of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then God would bring Spring into my life and with it a new lens from which to look. His lens. As the cycle of my life continues, I am aware of these seasons. I choose to believe what He has promised. If that promise is not currently being fulfilled, it will come in another season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe. Do you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-961771405358881018?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/961771405358881018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=961771405358881018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/961771405358881018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/961771405358881018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-ifwe-embraced-all-seasons.html' title='What If...We Embraced All Seasons?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-7404610729294242342</id><published>2007-05-29T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T07:33:23.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='definitions of beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uniqueness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty standards'/><title type='text'>What if…we knew that we are created beautiful</title><content type='html'>As a little girl &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; color I grew up in a world where my beauty was disallowed. My dark skin, my hips, my lips, my hair – were not seen as signs of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that as a child my father would set apart a monthly sum from his scanty minister’s salary to purchase Ebony magazine. As the father of two black girls he understood the importance of developing a healthy self-concept, particularly in the times we lived in. Thus, he made sure that we were exposed to identifiable and positive images of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I would spend hours captivated by the beautiful pictures of those brown-skinned beauties. These women were really not new to our reality, they looked like our Mommy, our aunties, the ladies at church. Nevertheless, they were Women whose beauty we very rarely saw “positively” displayed on TV and in other magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-something years later, when images of beauty are supposedly global, I find it disturbing that little girls of color are still experiencing the same type of beauty disallowance. While they might have more exposure to their types of beauty than I ever had, there is some unsettling distortion to the exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While their “brownness” to a certain extent is “acceptable”, there is still the societal perception that to be considered beautiful, their type of beauty must somehow be re-arranged fit into an already pre-defined beauty box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that something is wrong with a world where people find the need to constantly re-create themselves to fit certain man-made and partial beauty standards. I think that something is wrong with a world where uniqueness is not celebrated, and instead beauty is fixed to fit certain arranged standards. Perhaps its time that we each take a hard look at our personal definitions of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong in admiring and celebrating outward appearance, it is part of the unique package our creator gave to us as humans.  There is a problem, however, when we use our own sinful definitions of what beauty is to tell God, ”You made a mistake with me, or with certain people.” And then, we find it necessary to change and re-create God’s creative palette of beauty. This notion that God made a mistake with our beauty has lead women to become vain, capricious, catty and prejudiced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we were to believe His word? What if we were to believe that He made us “fearfully and wonderfully” (Psalms139:14)? If we were to believe, then we would understand that we are already beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; To see the effect that societal definitions of beauty have on children of color click on this link &lt;a href="http://www.4realwomen.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=101&amp;amp;Itemid=27"&gt;4realwomen.com - Film: A Girl Like Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-7404610729294242342?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7404610729294242342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=7404610729294242342' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/7404610729294242342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/7404610729294242342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-ifwe-knew-that-we-are-created.html' title='What if…we knew that we are created beautiful'/><author><name>Norka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07592728282547817618</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-7194262307124794387</id><published>2007-05-28T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T08:57:21.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorial Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sabbath Day'/><title type='text'>What if ... our Sabbath day was truly a memorial day for us?</title><content type='html'>Beautiful post about Memorial Day Randee!  I hope everyone is taking time out to remember those who have fought for our freedoms and are still enjoying the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have been considering my writing for the book project on the 10 commandments, God has been bringing to my attention with much conviction from several different sources just how much I fall short to truly spend my Sabbath days in memory of and in worship of my Savior and find myself not taking that day of rest as we are called to do. I find myself only spending a short time out of the day in worship of Him then once I get back home I so easily slip back into taking care of all of the responsibilities of life to prepare myself for a smoother upcoming work week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize just how backwards that is and see how much more important it is to prepare for our Sabbath day so we can spend the whole day in memory and worship of our Savior so we can truly rest in Him on that day and set aside all responsibilities in life so we can truly be refreshed and ready for the upcoming work week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-7194262307124794387?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7194262307124794387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=7194262307124794387' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/7194262307124794387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/7194262307124794387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-if-our-sabbath-day-was-truly.html' title='What if ... our Sabbath day was truly a memorial day for us?'/><author><name>Lori Arriaga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hrckXf_5-bQ/SNMMAQ6BMtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/4SmWJqOrdFk/S220/LA2005portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-2347448938981720506</id><published>2007-05-28T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T08:10:34.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...We Remembered On Memorial Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did you know that originally Memorial Day was called Decoration Day? There are many stories that prompted the celebration of Memorial Day. One of them dates back to the Civil War when organized women's groups began "decorating" the gravesites of those precious lives taken in the war. This seems fitting to me given the hearts of women generally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Memorial Day recognizes the lives lost in service to our country. As I watch the pictures and stories of war, I honor these great men and women with remembrance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It gets me thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There was a war that took place in the garden of Eden---a spiritual war. Countless lives have been lost in this war. Then God came to earth, fully man and fully God. He died and in His death was victorious in the ultimate war...the war that saved countless souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So...as we remember those lives lost for this nation today...may we also remember the love, life, death, and resurrection of the One who died for all nations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;God bless you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-2347448938981720506?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/2347448938981720506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=2347448938981720506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2347448938981720506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/2347448938981720506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-ifwe-remembered-on-memorial-day.html' title='What If...We Remembered On Memorial Day?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-6652473086272635567</id><published>2007-05-27T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:44:23.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...the illusion continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RloJsZNNhZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CFLLs_Z0HeM/s1600-h/camerondiaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RloJsZNNhZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CFLLs_Z0HeM/s320/camerondiaz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069374988844107154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dove's Campaign for Real Women has a great one-minute video that shows the evolution of a "real" young woman into a billboard model. &lt;a href="http://www.campaignforrealbeauty.com/flat4.asp?id=6909"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; and then choose the Evolution Film at the bottom of the screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-6652473086272635567?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6652473086272635567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=6652473086272635567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6652473086272635567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6652473086272635567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-ifthe-illusion-continues.html' title='What if...the illusion continues'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SBhdXdblPo/RloJsZNNhZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CFLLs_Z0HeM/s72-c/camerondiaz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-1164753913297640248</id><published>2007-05-27T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T04:19:23.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...outer beauty was an illusion?</title><content type='html'>I ran across this on another blog, and thought it fit in perfectly with our Outer/Inner Beauty Pageant discussion. What a great video to share with young women and girls who might be intimidated by all the media representation of "beauty".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3GksEjTotTE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3GksEjTotTE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-1164753913297640248?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/1164753913297640248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=1164753913297640248' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/1164753913297640248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/1164753913297640248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-ifouter-beauty-was-illusion.html' title='What if...outer beauty was an illusion?'/><author><name>Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.goodrichdesign.net/AnneMarie2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-6469293296787949589</id><published>2007-05-26T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T06:02:31.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...we released this sense of entitlement?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay. I know I'm posting out of turn but it's Saturday morning and I have something to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Many of you know that I have taken on a position outside the home to help alleviate some of the financial pressure from my husband. The work environment is really toxic. I'm struggling...really struggling. Mostly to keep my big mouth shut. (Hence, the post on the Monday Mutes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was reading an article yesterday about the rise and fall of the creator of Veggie Tales. He speaks very poignantly about the time when he came across the passage in the Bible on the fruit of the Spirit and he realized that he wasn't bearing this fruit. He realized he was in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, before I went to work I began to pray fervently. Holy Spirit, be with me. Bear the fruit for me. I'm lost. I'm struggling. My heart is not right. I cannot do it on my own. It must come from you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then, I went to work. On to the next subject...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I work with a group of young ladies with a real sense of entitlement. They rarely work but they expect reward. The "rules" don't quite apply to them. They are the exception. ( If there is one area where my parents exceedingly excelled was in teaching me about work ethic. I know how to work.) I keep telling myself. They are young. They simply don't know how. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So...I was leaving for my one hour lunch break yesterday, making a mental list of notes in my head of all I had to cram into this one hour. (By the way...food was not on the list) Go home and feed the dog, make 2 return phone calls for the PCC, stop by my PO Box and pick up the mail, pay the water bill, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm clocking out when one of these young ladies walks up to me at the desk. Uh, hon, I need you to go pick me up a cup of ice for my bottled water. And, your best bet is to go to QT not MacDonalds because the line is too long and you'll be waiting too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My immediate (and flippant) reply: No. My best bet is for you to get your own ice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Of course, the whole group was at the desk and heard my reply. After the initial silence was the various comments on how much of a {BLANK} I was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So much for my witness (again). So much for staying mute. What about love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness....Remember the old commercial: Where's the beef? Yesterday, I was kicking myself in the tail asking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Where's the fruit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-6469293296787949589?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/6469293296787949589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=6469293296787949589' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6469293296787949589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/6469293296787949589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-ifwe-released-this-sense-of.html' title='What If...we released this sense of entitlement?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-8905496302933315512</id><published>2007-05-25T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T06:21:06.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if..We happily accepted God's Will</title><content type='html'>This has been a tough week with two major disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, a project that I thought was going to change thousands of lives has come to an end-for now.  I'm working hard to not beat myself up for not better discerning God's will and timing.  I sunk a significant amount of money and I have only myself to blame.  So, the personal and financial 'costs' greatly taught me that God is in control and He orders things to glorify His kingdom the way He sees fit. And yet another chapter in "My agenda vs. God's Will"......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, I signed the papers to retain my first grader another year.  I held back from being a complete blubbering idiot in front of Hannah's teacher, but there is a complete peace that the right decision was made.  I so wanted to believe that Hannah's heart surgery complications wouldn't impact her learning, but it has.  Complications and recovery times from all three heart surgeries set her back six months developmentally.  I do consider Hannah one of the fortunate complex heart patients-many of the others have significant lifelong issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 11:1 is one of my signature verses. "Faith is being sure of what you hope for in the evidence of things unseen." God knows the outcomes of these disappointments.  I do not yet see what's ahead, but I trust the One who does.  That's what allows me to be sad for a short time, but then I can wholeheartedly accept God's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Out Loud ladies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-8905496302933315512?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/8905496302933315512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=8905496302933315512' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8905496302933315512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/8905496302933315512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-ifwe-happily-accepted-gods-will.html' title='What if..We happily accepted God&apos;s Will'/><author><name>lifecoachlynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14992804411620064804</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747214511429506693.post-7486235089640231450</id><published>2007-05-23T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:38:32.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...She Were A Beauty Queen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd like to share with you a conversation I had with my daughter this evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olivia:&lt;/strong&gt; Mommy, guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randee:&lt;/strong&gt; What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olivia:&lt;/strong&gt; I got invited to be in a beauty pageant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randee:&lt;/strong&gt; You did? That's interesting. How do you feel about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olivia:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know. I want to know what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randee:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not sure. I have some reservations though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olivia:&lt;/strong&gt; Like...you think I'll get my feelings hurt if I don't win?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randee:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. And...that I'm concerned that you might think that your outer beauty is more important than your inner beauty. What do you think God would say about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olivia:&lt;/strong&gt; That being beautiful on the inside is more important than on the outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randee:&lt;/strong&gt; You're so smart and you're right. It is more important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olivia:&lt;/strong&gt; So, you don't want me to do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randee:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not sure. I'll have to think about it and pray about it. Do you really want to do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olivia:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know. Maybe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randee:&lt;/strong&gt; Have you talked to Dad about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olivia:&lt;/strong&gt; No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randee:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, you talk to Dad about it and then we'll all discuss it together...the three of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;End Conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Any thoughts, my sisters? I could use some Godly counsel on this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747214511429506693-7486235089640231450?l=thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/feeds/7486235089640231450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6747214511429506693&amp;postID=7486235089640231450' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/7486235089640231450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747214511429506693/posts/default/7486235089640231450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewhatifwomen.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-ifshe-were-beauty-queen.html' title='What If...She Were A Beauty Queen?'/><author><name>Randee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15419350905166934879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s2if9NTRl78/Sk92GiGn-lI/AAAAAAAAABI/J52v0IMbRZE/S220/Randee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry></feed>
