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	<title>Blonde Antithesis</title>
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		<title>I saw the sun today!</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8230;just for a little while as we went to pick up Nate from school and then went to the drugstore.
That&#8217;s really all I have to say&#8230;
&#8230;it&#8217;s just been so long.  It feels like it&#8217;s been perpetually Winter since the new year!  I&#8217;ve discovered once again that I&#8217;m not at my best in the wintertime - [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8230;just for a little while as we went to pick up Nate from school and then went to the drugstore.</p>
<p>That&#8217;s really all I have to say&#8230;</p>
<p>&#8230;it&#8217;s just been so long.  It feels like it&#8217;s been perpetually Winter since the new year!  I&#8217;ve discovered once again that I&#8217;m not at my best in the wintertime - especially when it seems to never end.</p>
<p>But, today reminded me that Spring will eventually come - even if it&#8217;s after Easter (I think that would be a travesty, btw!!)</p>
<p><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2567" title="picture-141" src="http://angiebledsoeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/picture-141.png" alt="picture-141" width="302" height="443" /></p>
<p>&#8230;I&#8217;ll just hold on to that thought during this long cold Winter.</p>
<p>Peace</p>
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		<title>One Foot in Front of the Other&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 19:32:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So many random things are rolling around in my mind today.
This past week, my baby Ethan, turned 9 - so I now really do have no more little babies, as much as I try to keep him my &#8220;baby&#8221; for as long as possible.  He really is a special child, so full of optimism and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So many random things are rolling around in my mind today.</p>
<p>This past week, my baby Ethan, turned 9 - so I now really do have no more little babies, as much as I try to keep him <em>my</em> &#8220;baby&#8221; for as long as possible.  He really is a special child, so full of optimism and confidence. <em> I love him so&#8230;</em></p>
<div id="attachment_2559" class="wp-caption alignnone" style="width: 395px"><img class="size-full wp-image-2559" title="picture-138" src="http://angiebledsoeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/picture-138.png" alt="Me and my little man" width="385" height="449" /><p class="wp-caption-text">Me and my little man</p></div>
<p>And so I move further and further from &#8220;mommy&#8221; and closer to just &#8220;mom&#8221;&#8230;but, I&#8217;m okay with it&#8230;.<em>well, yeah</em>, I&#8217;m okay with it.</p>
<p>Next week <a href="http://byronbledsoeblog.com/">Byron </a>and I will go to Dallas for the fourth year now to the &#8220;Creative Church Conference&#8221;.  I remember that first year leaning over to Byron and asking &#8220;Do you think <em>we</em> could ever have an electric guitar on stage?&#8221; - of course, now we have 4 on some weeks&#8230;</p>
<p>I remember believing, back then, that I could bet my life on who my true friends were&#8230;<em>who I could trust</em>.  Things look very different today, I&#8217;m afraid.</p>
<p><em>Many, many things look very different today.</em></p>
<p>So, next week, we&#8217;ll fly to Dallas by ourselves - older (I older than he&#8230;a fact that will, sadly never ever change no matter how gray his beard gets) and wiser (wiser is not always more joyous&#8230;.just wiser, that&#8217;s all.  I do believe that sometimes &#8220;ignorance is bliss&#8221;).  It will more than likely be our last trip to this particular conference - so we will try to learn whatever it is that we need to learn.</p>
<p><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2560" title="picture-139" src="http://angiebledsoeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/picture-139.png" alt="picture-139" width="439" height="655" /></p>
<p>And this morning, I sang with the band (which included 4 guitars&#8230;and lots of &#8220;skinny jeans&#8221;!), and I thought about how things have changed - inwardly and outwardly.</p>
<p>That also may come to an end soon - I know I can&#8217;t do this forever&#8230;it&#8217;s a young man&#8230;woman&#8217;s game.  I don&#8217;t want to admit that I&#8217;m weary&#8230;but I am.</p>
<p>So much has changed over the past four years - much of which I would have bet any amount of money would never ever change.  We&#8217;ve seen so much change in our community of faith - so much of it so incredibly freeing and good.</p>
<p>But, these days are lonelier&#8230;they just are.  Doors open, others close.  People support you, then they go.</p>
<p>The sun rises and the sun sets..      .<img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2561" title="picture-5" src="http://angiebledsoeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/picture-5.png" alt="picture-5" width="300" height="451" /></p>
<p>And the Lord gives&#8230;and He takes away.</p>
<p>Blessed be the name of the Lord!</p>
<p><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2562" title="picture-140" src="http://angiebledsoeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/picture-140.png" alt="picture-140" width="474" height="447" /></p>
<p>Blessed be the name of the Lord.</p>
<p>Peace.</p>
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		<title>Who&#8217;s To Say&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://angiebledsoeblog.com/2010/02/06/whos-to-say/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 00:14:30 +0000</pubDate>
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Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies.- Erich Fromm
 
Peace.




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<p>Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies.- <em><a href="http://www.quoteopia.com/famous.php?quotesby=erichfromm">Erich Fromm</a></em></p>
<p><em><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2552" title="picture-133" src="http://angiebledsoeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/picture-133.png" alt="picture-133" width="255" height="385" /></em> <img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2551" title="picture-23" src="http://angiebledsoeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/picture-23.png" alt="picture-23" width="256" height="388" /></p>
<p>Peace.</p>
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		<title>Just For a While&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://angiebledsoeblog.com/2010/02/04/just-for-a-while/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Feb 2010 23:31:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[For a Little While…
Let me carry you for a little while…”
I hear it whispered in every gift He sends.
Still, I try - try to walk, to run, to give…
But my hands are so empty and my footing unsure.
I will fall, I know this - for I’m shaken and weak…


My hands are bruised for my trying [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong><em>For a Little While…</em></strong></span></p>
<p><em>Let me carry you for a little while…”</em></p>
<p><em>I hear it whispered in every gift He sends.</em></p>
<p><em>Still, I try - try to walk, to run, to give…</em></p>
<p><em>But my hands are so empty and my footing unsure.</em></p>
<p><em>I will fall, I know this - for I’m shaken and weak…</em></p>
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<p><em>My hands are bruised for my trying - and still I fall.</em></p>
<p><em>Then, whispering…whispering softly I hear Him say,</em></p>
<p><em>“Why struggle so vainly…be still - be still…</em></p>
<p><em>Just let me carry you a little while longer.”</em></p>
<p><em>In my stillness I feel His power…In my weakness, He is strong.</em></p>
<p><em>Yet, in my stillness I travel further than I would have ever gone alone.</em></p>
<p><em>In His arms I am stronger than I was before…</em></p>
<p><em>For it is there that I am who I was created to be.</em></p>
<p><em>…it is there that I am truly free.   -A.L.B.</em></p>
<p><em><img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-2547" title="picture-128" src="http://angiebledsoeblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/picture-128.png" alt="picture-128" width="425" height="635" /></em></p>
<p><em>Peace.<br />
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