<?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-1162592556001843367</id><updated>2011-12-27T10:57:39.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waden's World</title><subtitle type='html'>loving God, loving people</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-3524335300133885191</id><published>2010-10-01T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:51:01.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears of Love</title><content type='html'>Some thoughts I've been pondering and can't easily shake off, so I thought I'd share them with you...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine with me, for a moment, what it &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;felt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; like for Mary (mother of Jesus) to witness Jesus' death. But before we go there, let's think about her relationship with Him from the beginning. She knew for sure, 100%, that He was the Messiah. There was no other explanation for how He came into this world. She &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;knew&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; she was a virgin, more so than anyone else knew. She saw and heard the angel tell her what was going to happen. She believed, completely, whole-heartedly that Jesus was the Son of God. She &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;saw&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Him every day. She &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Him. Imagine how her heart went out to Him while raising Him. I'm so in love with my son, Kai, who sins daily. His sin doesn't make me love him any less, but can you imagine what it must have felt like to nurture and love on a perfect being?! I'm sure it was pure bliss. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary knew Jesus came to earth to save and restore us back to God. She knew He was King. Imagine how horrible it was for her to watch people spit, hit, whip, shove, ridicule and torture her Son. Anger. Rage. Confusion. Absolute brokenness. Wanting to stop it and protect Him, but not being able to do anything, only watch and cry. Grief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, imagine that moment when she realized that &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sin also nailed Him to that cross. She had a part in putting Him there. He was taking &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sin upon Himself, and dying, so she didn't have to! I can not imagine how awful and gut-wrenching that was for Mary to endure. A sword piercing her heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praise God it only had to happen once! Praise God that Jesus took &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sin and made &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; His righteousness instead! Praise God that Jesus rose from the grave and conquered death! Praise God for the story of Redemption, for Jesus! Praise God!    &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/1162592556001843367-3524335300133885191?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3524335300133885191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=3524335300133885191' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/3524335300133885191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/3524335300133885191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/tears-of-love.html' title='Tears of Love'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-3401257505323292523</id><published>2010-07-15T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T12:48:20.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take My Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Here's what I'm gonna do with Gomer, your cheating wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to take her out to the desert. I'm going to allure her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and out there she's finally going to get tired of herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there I will speak tenderly to her... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And out there, out where it's dry, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she'll finally learn to quit calling me master and start calling me husband." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Hosea, paraphrased by Matt Chandler)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think God has ordained the desert for me, for a period of time, this period of time. I don't think it's sin or disobedience that brings me to this place. I think God has called me there to make me realize some sin deep, deep in my heart. It's in the desert that I'll learn to get tired of myself. I'll learn to stop fighting God. I'll learn to stop doubting His provision and love. I'll learn to let go of earthly things and earthly thinking. I'll learn to stop calling Him master and start calling Him husband. This desert will be good for me. God will grow me in ways I didn't know I needed to be grown. He will change me, and for that, I thank Him and praise Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-3401257505323292523?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3401257505323292523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=3401257505323292523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/3401257505323292523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/3401257505323292523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2010/07/take-my-hand.html' title='Take My Hand'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-4689330294566430568</id><published>2009-07-13T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:45:41.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keira Jade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SluAaf4yrKI/AAAAAAAAAXs/JQIUwpdefes/s1600-h/waden29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SluAaf4yrKI/AAAAAAAAAXs/JQIUwpdefes/s320/waden29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358017374411992226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SluAZzDbMEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/IXx9tRpO33c/s1600-h/waden3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SluAZzDbMEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/IXx9tRpO33c/s320/waden3d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358017362376994882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SluAZbcE3RI/AAAAAAAAAXc/JlPDzLogI4o/s1600-h/waden3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SluAZbcE3RI/AAAAAAAAAXc/JlPDzLogI4o/s320/waden3b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358017356037938450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her little face makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-4689330294566430568?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4689330294566430568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=4689330294566430568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/4689330294566430568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/4689330294566430568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/keira-jade.html' title='Keira Jade'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SluAaf4yrKI/AAAAAAAAAXs/JQIUwpdefes/s72-c/waden29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-4004066768672960709</id><published>2009-06-27T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:47:29.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SkbVpPPNi0I/AAAAAAAAAXU/7fSI82PIJJY/s1600-h/kids+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SkbVpPPNi0I/AAAAAAAAAXU/7fSI82PIJJY/s320/kids+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352200111618100034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mikaela growing up WAY too fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SkbVL9gdhqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/q76zptEOYPQ/s1600-h/kids+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SkbVL9gdhqI/AAAAAAAAAXM/q76zptEOYPQ/s320/kids+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352199608642406050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keira growing up EVEN faster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SkbVLpt6QEI/AAAAAAAAAXE/e1tGAl3EAi0/s1600-h/kids+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SkbVLpt6QEI/AAAAAAAAAXE/e1tGAl3EAi0/s320/kids+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352199603330105410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's definitely "too cool".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SkbVLd04w2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/h6zoFqqczp8/s1600-h/kids+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SkbVLd04w2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/h6zoFqqczp8/s320/kids+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352199600138142562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SkbVK2lR9TI/AAAAAAAAAWs/t-0mnTyN798/s1600-h/kids+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SkbVK2lR9TI/AAAAAAAAAWs/t-0mnTyN798/s320/kids+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352199589603702066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First date with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;They saw the movie "Up" and loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have moved and are getting settled in Pearland, Texas (right outside of Houston). It's been a weird journey. We've realized we don't like being far away from family and friends. I feel kinda lost here. I like the city, but my heart aches for the familiar. I know this is going to be a hard, yet amazing year for us as we learn how to church plant. I'm excited and nervous and kind of naive about it all. Right now, as we wait for the rest of the team to join us, we're getting to know the Pearland-ers. We're learning about the city and meeting people everywhere we go... at least that's what we're suppose to be doing :) Fortunately, we have an AWESOME park right across the street from our neighborhood with a walking trail, playground, and splash pad. I've been able to meet moms there and on our cul-de-sac. But meeting people and asking them to hang out is hard for me! So, please pray for courage :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-4004066768672960709?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4004066768672960709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=4004066768672960709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/4004066768672960709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/4004066768672960709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-lately.html' title='Life lately'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SkbVpPPNi0I/AAAAAAAAAXU/7fSI82PIJJY/s72-c/kids+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-3206736265703768949</id><published>2009-02-18T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:46:11.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wrong Turn Can Hurt</title><content type='html'>Four different Jehovah Witness couples came to my door within two weeks of each other before the thought even crossed my mind that maybe God was up to something AND that I should be ready and open to it too. The main person that kept knocking at my door to drop of pamphlet after pamphlet was an older lady named Bobbie. For some reason (God) my heart softened towards her and I forgot all the inconveniences that had come when she knocked at my door that one particular afternoon. We talked briefly, as I was trying to keep Keira from shooting out the open door :) I told Bobbie I was a Christian, believed in Jesus, you know, the Gospel. She nodded, smiled, and asked if I were willing to do a study about "what the Bible really teaches." Hmmm, I thought, this could be fun. Well, it hasn't been fun. It's been frustrating to say the least. But I have come to really, genuinely care about Bobbie. I could write tons and tons of posts about her beliefs vs. the Bible, but that's not where I'm going at this point in our journey. Maybe another day. I do want to say their beliefs are twisted. They take verses out of context left and right and then try to explain them through the eyes of man. Sure, it may SOUND logical, yet it's not Truth. It's far from it. It's scary-far them it. We're going through a little Jehovah Witness book and haven't really gotten that deep despite the fact that we've been meeting for months now. I feel like I'm in an unique situation because in Bobbie's eyes I'm the student. I get to ask the hard questions because that is what's expected of me. Kinda a cool situation. Anyways, things were going... not amazing well, yet not bad either. Then out of the blue Bobbie stopped coming over. This happened to be during Christmas, so I thought she was busy or something, even though she doesn't celebrate this particular holiday. More weeks passed and I started freaking out a little because she is older and mentioned health problems. I thought maybe she died, which would make this possibly the worst blog post ever because we all know exactly where people who don't believe in Jesus (as God and Savior) go....&lt;br /&gt;Well, she came back to my door not too long ago alive (praise God!), but in horrible pain. She was diagnosed with Krome's disease AND needed surgery on her rotary cuff from abuse years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime during our "break" my focus shifted. I began to think that if I gather enough knowledge and present the gospel (again) well enough and clear enough that she would believe AND then I could prove to MYSELF that I would and could be a good pastor's wife*. YIKES!!! Did those thoughts really come from my head?! When did this become so ME-centered, so selfish? I firmly believe God made Bobbie and I take a break until my attitude drastically changed and became Christ-like again. I can do NOTHING and I mean NOTHING on my own. I can NEVER become "good" enough. Never, ever, ever! I can never make someone believe in Jesus by persuading them or presenting great information. Only God calls them into a love relationship with Himself. I have no part in it, other than maybe moving my lips up and down so God can speak through me. This isn't about me. This isn't even about Bobbie. The ONLY reason we're meeting is because I love Jesus. Period. Man, God spoke a lot of hard truth into my head (through Kevin) that made me sit down, examine and re-examine my heart, and finally repent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank and praise God for not giving up on me or taking away this opportunity when my attitude became sinful. I'm excited to see what God is up to in both my life and Bobbie's life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For those of you who aren't up to speed... we are headed to Australia (with a small team) to church plant in hopefully September 2010! We plan to be there for about 5 years or how ever long it takes to get a "church" up and running and leaders trained... and then we'll move somewhere else and do the same thing... over and over again... for Lord-willing our whole lives :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-3206736265703768949?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3206736265703768949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=3206736265703768949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/3206736265703768949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/3206736265703768949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/wrong-turn-can-hurt.html' title='A Wrong Turn Can Hurt'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-4938998989989864416</id><published>2009-01-15T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:09:19.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diggin Deep</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like I'm about to burst. So many thoughts floating in my head. Most of them seem like incomplete thoughts. So much to say, yet the words seem stuck in my throat. This happens when I don't journal regularly. And when I don't journal regularly that usually means I'm not spending an adequate time with God. Sure, I pray throughout the day, but my knees haven't hit the floor in awhile. I'm also reading my Bible, but I'm not devoting much time to study. I can easily use the excuse of motherhood zapping my time and energy, but truth be told, I have time and I have energy. I just use my time poorly. I'm writing this for some accountability. I have got to become totally and completely and wholeheartedly consumed with God. I've got to stop loving my sleep more than God. I've got to stop loving facebook and blog-reading more than God. I've got to stop loving books more than God. It's time to wake up, refocus, and dig deep. I invite you, beg you, to ask me regularly how I'm doing with God. Come on, let's get our act together and love our God well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-4938998989989864416?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4938998989989864416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=4938998989989864416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/4938998989989864416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/4938998989989864416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/diggin-deep.html' title='Diggin Deep'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-4988376131826678246</id><published>2008-12-13T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:59:29.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no!</title><content type='html'>Hi. I think I'm going a little stir crazy. The girls have been sick, so we've been staying home as much as possible, and my adult time has been pretty much non-existent. Plus, Kevin has been working some doubles and studying for finals and preparing his talk for the Men's Retreat this weekend. I was looking forward to going to HEB this morning JUST so I could walk by some people and smile at a few :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the doctor yesterday. Keira just has a cold. Mikaela probably has one too, but that's the least of our concerns right now. Her breathing problems have come back. This time the doctor thinks it's asthma revealing its ugly head. She's back on breathing treatments (the inhaler with the face mask thingy) four times a day until her cough loosens up. She's also on prednisone and amoxicilion (not sure about the spelling, sorry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm not sure how I feel about all of this. Ultimately I trust God. I really do. I know nothing can happen to her without His okay. I also know what symptoms to look out for and how to somewhat treat them. Yet, I fear things getting out of my control and not knowing what to do, especially when Kevin's not home. I'm also wondering what else... if there's anything else... is wrong with her little body. And how bad are things going to get for her? How severe will the asthma be? What else will she have to stay away from? She already has to stay away from eggs (and anything made with them, like cookies, cake, etc.), peanuts, dogs and cats. How difficult is life going to be for her? Is all of this a result of something I did or didn't do while pregnant with her? How am I going to be okay/not freak out when we send her off to school or a friends house by herself... without being there to watch EVERYTHING she eats and listen to her breathing?! I guess I'll get stronger when that time comes. In the mean time I should probably pray for the type of mindset that can readily let go and trust, trust, trust God all the time! I don't want to be anxious. Please pray for me. Pray for Mikaela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-4988376131826678246?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4988376131826678246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=4988376131826678246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/4988376131826678246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/4988376131826678246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-no.html' title='Oh no!'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-4394666031335125732</id><published>2008-11-25T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:12:01.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm... Really?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SSyu0c6k7tI/AAAAAAAAASU/AB0qqr-1OT8/s1600-h/trash+can.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272781479882321618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SSyu0c6k7tI/AAAAAAAAASU/AB0qqr-1OT8/s400/trash+can.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent most of last week in Dallas at a conference called Acts29 Bootcamp. It was VERY eye-opening and gave us more direction about church-planting. Anyways, even though the conference was great and maybe even life-changing, this blog isn't about that. Instead, it's about our garbage can. We left it outside while we were gone and a day after we came back it went missing. It's hard to believe that someone would steal a garbage can. Although, we DO live in Killeen and weird things like that ocassionally happen :) After searching down the street, I called the City of Killeen Utilities services. They told me in order to get a new one free of charge I would need to call the Police Department and file a claim for my missing/stolen trash can. I asked in a jokingly/polite manner if she was serious. She was. So, I called the Police Department and told them about my missing trash can. When I was telling Kevin about it he asked if I dialed 911. Hehe, that would have been funny! Anyways, the police officer was rather serious about the incident. He gathered all the known information (it was there one day and gone the next) and filed a claim against the City of Killeen for my missing trash can. A new one was delivered today right before the garbage man came :) It's kinda nice having a brand new, non-stinky trash can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-4394666031335125732?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4394666031335125732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=4394666031335125732' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/4394666031335125732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/4394666031335125732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm... Really?!'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SSyu0c6k7tI/AAAAAAAAASU/AB0qqr-1OT8/s72-c/trash+can.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-8656311247900831603</id><published>2008-11-09T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:53:41.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day &amp; night at the hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SRef9U2aCVI/AAAAAAAAASE/du05Iur6BFg/s1600-h/Mikaela+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266854165150828882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SRef9U2aCVI/AAAAAAAAASE/du05Iur6BFg/s320/Mikaela+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have crossed over into the category of parents with a child who was sent to the hospital. In a weird way, I feel like I've conquered something great. The experience was not great at all, but we all survived and have grown and now KNOW we can trust God in scary hospital business because we experienced Him firsthand! Let me tell you the story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday morning at 5:30am Mikaela came into our room, so I picked her up and snuggled her under the covers. I asked if she was okay, but she didn't say anything. I put my arm around her and felt her heart pounding WAY harder than normal and her breathing was very shallow and rapid. At first I thought she had a nightmare because I think it's this age (2 yrs. old) when they start remembering them and getting scared. After 5 minutes of laying there and thinking what in the world could be the matter, I woke up Kevin. We sat her up and gave her some juice. That's when she started crying and clinging to us. At about 6:30am Kevin called the on-call nurse who told us to call Mikaela's doctor and leave a message or take her to the ER. He called the office, but they didn't have an answering machine, so he decided to take her to the ER in Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got there, her oxygen level was at 75% (it should be at 100% for a child) and her heart rate was 210 (it should be in the 100's). The medical staff swung into action fast because she was NOT doing well at all! They stuck an IV to rehydrate her and gave her two breathing treatments right away. She had chest x-rays taken, lots of stethoscope listening, and swabs up her nose to collect mucous. The doctor concluded it was viral bronchiolitis. Although each virus tested came back negative. They put her on antibiotics and an inhaler. My "mother gut" still thinks it was an asthma attack. The symptoms and treatment are the same and considering her history of eczema and allergies, asthma seems to fit right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Kevin stayed with her the whole time, minus about 20 minutes when he ran out to get us Taco Bell for dinner. He was AMAZING with her. I sure wish I had a dad as loving and attentive as he is to Mikaela... and Keira for that matter :) He held her for hours and sang to her. When it was bedtime, he pushed the extra bed right next to hers and sang some more while holding her hand and playing with her hair until she fell asleep. Their relationship deepened. I stayed home with Keira... and watched the election... and prayed for my friend, Rachel who was in labor :) Kevin brought her home a little before noon on Wednesday. It's been almost a week and nothing similar has happened... praise God!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I praise God for protecting Mikaela. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I praise God for giving us wisdom and peace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I priase God for how much He loves Mikaela.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I praise God for knitting Mikaela together perfectly. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All her little "medical issues" aren't issues in His eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I praise God for life!&lt;/strong&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/1162592556001843367-8656311247900831603?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8656311247900831603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=8656311247900831603' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/8656311247900831603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/8656311247900831603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-night-at-hospital.html' title='A day &amp; night at the hospital'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SRef9U2aCVI/AAAAAAAAASE/du05Iur6BFg/s72-c/Mikaela+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-2952619226879965195</id><published>2008-10-20T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T12:12:28.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Day Respect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259304387112249170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SPzNeZ96p1I/AAAAAAAAARE/mZBsBExB6uk/s320/Family+-+Sept.+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kevin &lt;div align="center"&gt;My Husband, a Gift from God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am honored to be Kevin's wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God has blessed the socks off of me by placing Kevin as the head of our household. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He not only understands his role, but takes it very seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He leads us well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can go to him with TONS of questions, concerns, struggles, fears and he ALWAYS listens &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and points me back to Jesus and His Word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have grown spiritually because he has invested in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He loves me unconditionally. And I can say that without question or hesitation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He protects me with his words, his strength, his prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am safe with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Bible tells us in Ephesians 5... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wives, submit to your husbands as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And the wife must respect her husband."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How do I respect Kevin? What does that mean exactly? What does that look like each and every day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;NOTICE&lt;/strong&gt; Kevin. Make mention of him and the things he does... small and big things alike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;REGARD&lt;/strong&gt; Kevin. Think positive thoughts about him. Care for him. Pay attention to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;HONOR&lt;/strong&gt; Kevin. Treat him like a King or famous person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;PREFER&lt;/strong&gt; Kevin. Want to be with him more than anyone else or anything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;ESTEEM&lt;/strong&gt; Kevin. See him as valuable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;DEFER&lt;/strong&gt; Kevin. Express my outward approval of him. Yield to his wishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; Kevin. Unconditionally. All the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;ADMIRE&lt;/strong&gt; Kevin. Beyond the limit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay. That's what I found. What do you think? &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/1162592556001843367-2952619226879965195?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2952619226879965195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=2952619226879965195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/2952619226879965195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/2952619226879965195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/every-day-respect.html' title='Every Day Respect'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SPzNeZ96p1I/AAAAAAAAARE/mZBsBExB6uk/s72-c/Family+-+Sept.+2008+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-7220305765652586449</id><published>2008-09-15T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:38:18.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ready to let go?</title><content type='html'>So, I've been thinking lately about going overseas and what that really entails. It means leaving A LOT behind. I honestly can't let myself really, deeply think about it because it makes my heart hurt and pound really hard. Yet, I want to write about it, so you could keep me and my little heart in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family. Gosh, I love my extended family. I love, love, love them! I don't want to leave them. I don't want to take my kids away from their grandparents. Mikaela has such a close relationship with them. When she was a baby I prayed for a supernatural bond between them, and God answered that prayer completely. It's hard to picture life without them close by. And I can't imagine how hard this is on Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. God has blessed us with some deep friendships. Our friends KNOW and LOVE us. It'll be hard for them to come visit. Australia is a long way away and expensive to get to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff. As silly as this may sound, it'll be hard leaving our belongings behind. I'm not really attached to any material thing we have, yet the thought of giving it all away makes me a little sad. Maybe it's just the memories behind the stuff. I don't know. God has definitely been refining me AND reminding me that NOTHING else matters apart from Him. Our stuff is just stuff. It'll burn one day. It's not important. More than anything, I think I'm reminding myself of that truth :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anways, I feel torn. I know we can't deny the call God has for us. We've tried and it left us feeling miserable. I know my God is bigger. I know I need to think Truth instead of feelings. Yet, this is stuff I need to sort through in my head and prepare for in my heart. Am I ready to let go? Yesterday I was. Today I'm not sure. I guess it's something only God can get me through! Thanks for listening :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-7220305765652586449?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7220305765652586449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=7220305765652586449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/7220305765652586449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/7220305765652586449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/ready-to-let-go.html' title='ready to let go?'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-1731933032414964919</id><published>2008-09-08T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:22:22.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time</title><content type='html'>Over three years ago we felt called to missions. We actually felt called a long time before that, but thought it would be when we were a lot older and wiser :) It was three years ago when we realized we could go now, at our present age, with our future family. We were stoked. We started the missionary canidate process through our old church in Temple. The process is pretty long and as time wore on different fears began to settle in. When Mikaela became a part of our family, we let fear hold us back. I became terrified of losing her. The mission field became a scary place... too scary to raise a family in... especially a little girl. I began to block the thought of missions. I got to the point where I didn't even want to talk about it. Everywhere we went people would ask us about it and I'd say, "Yeah, we're still interested, but this isn't the right time... blah, blah, blah." Around the same time, Kevin became fearful about his financial responsibility as the provider of our family. The main reason we moved to Austin was to find a better job for him. Well, that didn't work. And God brought us to Killeen instead. Anyways, fear is such an ugly thing. It seems so rational at the time. It makes you question the simplest things. It made us run from God. We ran hard. We isolated ourselves. We tried to fit in with this world by pursuing financial gain. Like I said earlier, it didn't work. God has a different plan for us. He has removed the fear in our hearts AND we're ready to go. We have a place in mind, but we're still praying through whether or not it's the right place. All I know is that God has given us a sweet burden for the lost world. We're getting ready. It's time. We've been well equipped at TBC. We're using our gifts here in Killeen to change this city. And shortly (in less than 2 years) we'll be headed out! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Our hearts to be set free from ANY fears.&lt;br /&gt;2. A deep love for the people/youth in Killeen.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Boldness and courage to befriend our neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;4. More time for Kevin to disciple and evangelize.&lt;br /&gt;5. Our future missionary destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-1731933032414964919?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1731933032414964919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=1731933032414964919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/1731933032414964919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/1731933032414964919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s Time'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-320427371398219260</id><published>2008-09-05T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:27:08.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspectaculars</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged to list 6 unspectacular things about myself from &lt;a href="http://thedrokes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dacia&lt;/a&gt;, a college friend was has been very dear to my heart. Here are the rules:1. Link to the person who tagged you 2. Mention the rules on your blog 3. List 6 unspectacular quirks 4. Tag 6 bloggers by linking to them on your post then commenting them to let them know "they're it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm addicted to ice-cream. I have been all my life. I feel like I need a bowl each day. In order to gain more self-control with this issue, I have recently devised a plan. No sweets when Kevin is gone. I can only have them when he's home and when he scoops out the ice-cream for me. He's done well with limiting my addiction :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have NO skill in organization. Just about every closet... cabinet... drawer has not been organized (except for the kitchen, because my friend, Janice, came over and did it herself). I really don't like this about myself. I like things organized, yet the thought of actually trying to do it overwhelms me. Everything out in the open looks great and put-together, but it's a different story behind those closed doors. Oh, and I was a secretary for two years prior to becoming a SAHM :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sometimes I let Mikaela eat popcorn for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love flip-flops. I wear them ALL the time. It's a rarity to find me in normal shoes... other than when I'm jogging. My mom-in-law commented about my tanlined toes just the other day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a childish fear of ghosts... even though I KNOW they do NOT exist. It all started in elementary school and sometimes I just can't shake it off. Therefore, I do NOT watch ghost movies or even vampire movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Singing. I love to sing. I have a pretty voice, but I'm tone deaf. I seriously can't tell if I'm "on" or not. Yet, somehow, without any effort, I normally end up singing harmony. I don't really know how to do it... it just comes out as the harmony. So, if you ever hear me singing and think it sounds cool... don't be impressed... because more than likely I have no idea what I'm doing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myenergybooster.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt;, my instant and life-long friend.  She and her family are missionaries in Mexico. We love these guys so much. She's the type of mom I'm trying to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trombotales.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt;, my soul friend. Her presence refreshes me. Her life reminds me to crawl into the arms of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://watsonsonline.wordpress.com/"&gt;Lindsey&lt;/a&gt;, my new friend. She and her husband work with the youth group at our church. She's witty and real. I know her younger siblings pretty well, so I feel like I know her from them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevinwaden.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kevin&lt;/a&gt;, my studly and godly husband. His passion for God is REAL and DEEP and CONTAGIOUS and sometimes it makes me nervous... all in a good way, of course ;) I can't imagine living life without him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christ-is-lord.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;, my neighbor friend. I haved loved, loved, loved living near her. She brings much joy and makes me at ease living in Killeen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-320427371398219260?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/320427371398219260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=320427371398219260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/320427371398219260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/320427371398219260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/unspectaculars.html' title='Unspectaculars'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-5083405767576177417</id><published>2008-08-28T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:00:59.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two years of pure joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SLhGoNN0enI/AAAAAAAAAP0/q3uNbAeYfPY/s1600-h/DSCF0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240015823001909874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SLhGoNN0enI/AAAAAAAAAP0/q3uNbAeYfPY/s320/DSCF0970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SLhFp4i_Y1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/U1g35dWm1e0/s1600-h/Keira+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240014752301671250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SLhFp4i_Y1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/U1g35dWm1e0/s320/Keira+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SLhFqDEg13I/AAAAAAAAAPk/awCYGmd5UmM/s1600-h/Keira+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240014755126630258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SLhFqDEg13I/AAAAAAAAAPk/awCYGmd5UmM/s320/Keira+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SLhFqTnUgrI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DZaOKc90_a0/s1600-h/DSCF1000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240014759567590066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SLhFqTnUgrI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DZaOKc90_a0/s320/DSCF1000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SLdgHW2ul7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/suoOsKGl96k/s1600-h/DSCF1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239762370979338162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SLdgHW2ul7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/suoOsKGl96k/s320/DSCF1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beloved Daughter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're 2 years old. You're such a joyful, bundle of energy! Your heart is so tender. You love to share, play, pretend, read, sing, dance, eat popsicles with daddy, color and paint, and play outside. You absolutely LOVE your daddy. You always want to be with him... in his lap or on his back or in his arms! You're very, very special. I'm very blessed to have you as my daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the phrases you say on a regular basis are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Juice truck please?" (Daddy asks if you wanna ride the juice truck)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Check mailbox. Get shoes. Okay." (When you want to go check the mail)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Baby Keeeeeira. So sweet." (When you give her hugs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mikaela, Jesus loves me." (You actually call yourself Kaela)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Shake your body like a crab." (From Dora the Explorer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many, many things you say that are so adorable! You impress me each day with what you have learned. You know your ABC's and how to count to 14. You know a bunch of songs and make up some of your own. You know each title of your books and can recite most of the pages. When you see the Bible you start singing "Jesus loves me". You love watching the garbage man come, but get confused and call it a fire truck. You are precious! You love people. Grandma, Pa-Pops, Kitty, Uncle Jason, and little John are some of your favorite people to play with. You make Keira laugh and smile more than anyone else. I love you to the moon and back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&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/1162592556001843367-5083405767576177417?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5083405767576177417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=5083405767576177417' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/5083405767576177417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/5083405767576177417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-years-of-pure-joy.html' title='two years of pure joy'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SLhGoNN0enI/AAAAAAAAAP0/q3uNbAeYfPY/s72-c/DSCF0970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-4166333418649722594</id><published>2008-07-29T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:54:24.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mikaela at 2 years (almost)!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SI_lq2IU8WI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jqLszFmnBuY/s1600-h/Keira+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228650216648143202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SI_lq2IU8WI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jqLszFmnBuY/s320/Keira+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keira at 4 months!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SI_kZ-rh4TI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V5rSA18sgaY/s1600-h/Keira+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228648827373871410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SI_kZ-rh4TI/AAAAAAAAAO8/V5rSA18sgaY/s320/Keira+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such sweet sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mikaela can make Keira laugh more than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SI_kC60-PUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Dmwse3E71Js/s1600-h/Keira+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228648431202745666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SI_kC60-PUI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Dmwse3E71Js/s320/Keira+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mikaela LOVES daddy's motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SI_kDPPxFvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AscZBVmiJW4/s1600-h/Keira+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228648436683839218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SI_kDPPxFvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/AscZBVmiJW4/s320/Keira+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My handsome hubby and his side-kick.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. She ALWAYS wants to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SI_kDZm_nwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/seAaDSuDU8E/s1600-h/Keira+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228648439465615106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SI_kDZm_nwI/AAAAAAAAAOs/seAaDSuDU8E/s320/Keira+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And me and little Keira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SI_kDRqMzRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/uRP0MUe-9Ow/s1600-h/Keira+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228648437331578130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SI_kDRqMzRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/uRP0MUe-9Ow/s320/Keira+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-4166333418649722594?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4166333418649722594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=4166333418649722594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/4166333418649722594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/4166333418649722594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/mikaela-at-2-years-almost-keira-at-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SI_lq2IU8WI/AAAAAAAAAPE/jqLszFmnBuY/s72-c/Keira+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-663381988772862276</id><published>2008-07-29T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:52:53.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Purpose</title><content type='html'>Over the past several months I've been trying to define my life purpose. I happen to be going through the book, &lt;em&gt;Calm My Anxious Heart&lt;/em&gt;, by Linda Dillow with some friends. One of the chapters this week is about finding your life purpose. Hmmm... I had been trying to figure that out! The words of Betty Scott Stam (I'm not sure who she is or her story) JUMPED out and REALLY tugged my heart, so I'm claiming them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lord, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give up ALL my own plans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and purposes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL my own desires&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and hopes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and accept Your will for my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give myself,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my family,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my all utterly to You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be Yours forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fill me and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;seal me with Your Holy Spirit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Use me in Your best way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;send me anywhere,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;work out Your whole will in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at ANY cost,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now and forever."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I read those words, my heart starts pounding! This may or may not be my life purpose, but it's a start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-663381988772862276?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/663381988772862276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=663381988772862276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/663381988772862276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/663381988772862276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-purpose.html' title='Life Purpose'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-850984350018634460</id><published>2008-07-21T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T13:08:52.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good. better? best!</title><content type='html'>This story came to mind while doing dishes the other night. It happened about 2 years ago. While we were working with 5th and 6th grade at church we decided to take one of the students out to eat. We'll call him Bob. Bob comes from a broken home in a run down neighborhood. He was one of our "challenging" kids, but we sure did enjoy him! Since he didn't go out to eat much, we wanted to treat him to some yummy food. We went to The Texas Roadhouse. We told him he could order ANYTHING he wanted. He sat there for awhile looking over the menu. We were excited to spoil him... to give him something special, out of the ordinary. When the waitor took our order, he happily ordered macaroni and cheese. We were floored. There was SO much he could have ordered, yet he stuck with macaroni and cheese. Something so simple. Part of us was disappointed. But Bob was not. He thoroughly enjoyed his macaroni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned some things that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Kevin learned... (written by Kevin)&lt;br /&gt;We learned that when we get used to the ordinary and bland things, we don't have a taste for greatness. When we get used to asking God for normal and small things, we forget all that He has to offer. God wants to give us the world, and we can't even recognize it because we forget that God has great things in store for us. God wants to give us filet mignon, and we stick with the plain old mac and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip-side this is what I learned....&lt;br /&gt;Bob was content. Even though tempted with food of greater value, he went for something simple. Am I okay with mac and cheese? Or would I pout until I got something more expensive? Living in our culture today, we are constantly bombarded with the "need" for more and more and more. Greed is eating us up! When I start playing the comparison game and take my eyes off of what really matters (Jesus), I am NOT content. When I look at the lives of those around me, I begin to want what they have. I forget that God has given me EXACTLY what He wants me to have. He is my provider and has promised to always take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we are always learning more and more about God and His ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-850984350018634460?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/850984350018634460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=850984350018634460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/850984350018634460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/850984350018634460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-better-best.html' title='good. better? best!'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-6665532480663346471</id><published>2008-07-11T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:45:35.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little moment</title><content type='html'>This morning I was in the living room reading my Bible when out of Mikaela's room in such a sweet, gentle voice I could hear her sing... "Jesus loves me this I know for the Bible tells me so" over and over again. She was flipping through a book about Jesus. Now, her reading a book is nothing new. She does it every morning... afternoon... evening... and in between! But normally I hear things like "Swiper, NO swiping!" from Dora the Explorer. Anyways, the moment melted my heart. Thank you, Lord, for such sweet moments!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-6665532480663346471?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6665532480663346471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=6665532480663346471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/6665532480663346471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/6665532480663346471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-moment.html' title='a little moment'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-1052374926370515918</id><published>2008-06-22T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:54:24.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Girl</title><content type='html'>Mikaela was a flower girl for Jesse &amp;amp; Tiffany's wedding on Friday. She was beautiful and did such a good job! We were so proud of our little girl. Here are some pictures for you to enjoy... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214892596094319074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SF8FL7wEOeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/AoIQWGdGjwk/s320/100_0500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214894674786336610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SF8HE7e3P2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/A4wrPch19ZI/s320/100_0506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214892613610079586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SF8FM9AJhWI/AAAAAAAAANA/NjfMWfIw5eo/s320/100_0502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214892601983335618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SF8FMRsHfMI/AAAAAAAAAM4/gRSKbmkgP44/s320/100_0499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214897251733271522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SF8Ja7W48-I/AAAAAAAAANw/qtOVvQt9WCc/s320/100_0511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SF8HFBmQ3jI/AAAAAAAAANY/FdGnT1SERO4/s1600-h/100_0507.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214894676427988530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SF8HFBmQ3jI/AAAAAAAAANY/FdGnT1SERO4/s320/100_0507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kevin was a groomsman. If you look closely you can see him one head or two higher than the other guys... hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1162592556001843367-1052374926370515918?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1052374926370515918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=1052374926370515918' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/1052374926370515918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/1052374926370515918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/flower-girl.html' title='Flower Girl'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/SF8FL7wEOeI/AAAAAAAAAMo/AoIQWGdGjwk/s72-c/100_0500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-6439352589785718675</id><published>2008-06-15T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:44:25.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home in Killeen, Texas</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in Killeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to write about our journey to Killeen, but I feel a little overwhelmed at the task of putting our journey into words that make sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in Temple. We loved it there, yet felt it was time to move away from the comforts of a small, safe town. So, we moved to Austin. We chose Austin because it was a familiar place to go since we both grew up there. We also liked the fact of being close to mom and pops. Unfortunately big doors were closed and we weren't sure what God was up to and how we should respond. We prayed... and prayed... and prayed. What do you do when plan A, B and C fall through... and you don't have a plan D? Go back to school :) We realized we were running away from the "plan" God has for us. Kevin was designed to work with youth. Anyone who knows him knows that! So, he's finishing up school at UMHB and more than likely going to seminary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we in Killeen? Well, God kinda forced us here. That might sound silly, but it's true. We didn't really want to be here. It's a rougher city... more diverse. Though we had been looking for more diversity, the thought of living in Killeen scared us. Anyways, there were no affordable homes in Belton... and the two we found fell through. Harker Heights was our next option... and again that fell through. So, Killeen was the next city on the map :) There are TONS of homes available because it's a military town. And the homes are fairly inexpensive! A big reason why we're here is because of the church we're attending. Grace Bible Church. It's a sister church of Temple Bible. We absolutely love it and realized the importance of being close to the church for outreach opportunities. We want our home to be a hang-out place for the youth. Therefore, we NEED to be close! We've been here for a week. I LOVE it! I love the house. I love the neighborhood. It's very diverse and that excites me! I feel like we're finally in the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin's a waitor at BJ's in Temple. He's also training in mixed martial arts, otherwise known as cage fighting. He hopes to have his first fight in September... yikes :) He'll start school in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikaela is almost 2 years old! She talks all the time :) She strings 2 or 3 words together, which is a lot of fun. She loves to play outside. She loves juice, fruit, cheese and Dora the Explorer. I have so much fun with her. She just lightens up our home :) Oh, and she can count to 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keira is almost 3 months old! At her 2 month check-up she weighed 14 lbs. and was 24 inches long :) This girl definitely has her daddy's genes! She smiles ALL the time and tries to laugh too. She is sleeping through the night (about 12 hours), which is wonderful for us! When she cries it sounds like an eagle shrieking. It's short, loud bursts of noise. I can't help but laugh when she gets going :) Unfortunately, her "noise" scares Mikaela and sends her running in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sisters, they are very sweet with each other. Keira loves to watch and grin at Mikaela. Mikaela likes to hug, kiss and share things with Keira. I pray they have a lot of patience with each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, we're adjusting well. We still have some unpacking to do, but we definitely feel at home... and for that I'm thankful :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-6439352589785718675?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6439352589785718675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=6439352589785718675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/6439352589785718675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/6439352589785718675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/home-in-killeen-texas.html' title='Home in Killeen, Texas'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-8373083382202718070</id><published>2008-06-02T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T12:49:44.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chosen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/face_2_face/1176658430/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some of my story for those of you who haven't heard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am who I am because of Jesus. My heart has been safely held in the hands of my God. I am in love with the King of the Universe and because of that I am at rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad died when I was 13 months old. I am an only child. My mom raised me on her own. She was a very talented seamstress. From Kindergarten thru 8th grade I went to a Catholic school. I learned a lot about God. He was the Creator. He made everything and everyone. He had a Son named Jesus who came to earth and died on a cross. I believed this, yet I didn't understand why Jesus died on a cross. I didn't understand for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom was beautiful. She was from Guatemala. She lived a hard life. We were pretty close. After 8th grade we decided to leave Indiana and head to Texas. We craved something new... something different... something refreshing. So we packed our bags and drove to Austin. Once we got settled in, life became what it was in Indiana. Nothing had changed other than the scenery. Bummer. But then a neighbor invited us to her church, a non-denominational Bible church. That is when my journey really began. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids in the youth group were different. There was something about them that drew me in. They had peace and excitement. They genuinely cared about each other. They took me in and became my friends. I began really watching them and trying to figure out what was different and how I could be like them. A year or so went by. Then something clicked. I learned why Jesus died on the cross. He died for sin. My sin. Your sin. Sin (all the stuff we say, do or think that displeases God) is a barrier between us and God. Since God is holy and perfect, He can't be around sin... and we are full of it. Thankfully, God loves us so much that He came up with a remedy. The remedy was His Son, Jesus. Jesus had to die for our sin. Blood had to be shed. Jesus took ALL of our sin (past, present, and future) upon himself. And died. For me; because of me. For you; because of you. But three days later, He rose from the dead. He conquered death! He is now alive! Once I understood that, I became alive as well. I finally admitted that I was a sinner and needed to be saved because without Jesus I was going to Hell. I told God that I believed in Him and Jesus and wanted a close, intimate relationship with Him. I wanted to be a part of His family and He gladly took me in. I became is daughter. I was so excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple weeks later things got hard. My mom was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer. The doctor said it was terminal. I couldn't believe it. Why God? Why would you let this happen? Especially since I JUST became a part of your family! Aren't you suppose to keep us safe... and healthy? For two years my mom struggled with this horrible disease. I watched her body deteriorate. I watched her sink. She was alone. I wasn't really there for her. I was in high school and didn't know how to handle it well. She shed many lonesome tears. But God was there for her. He held her hand. He carried her when she couldn't walk anymore. He listened to her when she poured out her heart. He took her fears, her pain, her uncertainties. He did this because she was also His daughter. My mom enjoyed fellowship with God for 8 months before He took her home. She passed away one month before I graduated high school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward 9 years and here I am now. I am a wife. I am a mother. God has given me an AMAZING husband and two BEAUTIFUL daughters. God has been faithful. He has taken good care of me. Looking back, I am reassured even more that God will continue to take care of us. He has our lives in complete control. I can rest. I can have peace. I can have joy. I can laugh. My God will never leave me or forsake me. You can have this as well. Ask God. He'll be there for you. He'll take you into His family... just as you are. &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/1162592556001843367-8373083382202718070?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8373083382202718070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=8373083382202718070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/8373083382202718070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/8373083382202718070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/chosen.html' title='Chosen'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-7483577707735685445</id><published>2008-03-29T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:54:26.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7iOog139I/AAAAAAAAAMI/f2XPl1zpuAQ/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183328962171232210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7iOog139I/AAAAAAAAAMI/f2XPl1zpuAQ/s320/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7iPIg13-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/scGBE0sAooQ/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183328970761166818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7iPIg13-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/scGBE0sAooQ/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7iPYg13_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/sKzxdyXUb8I/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183328975056134130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7iPYg13_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/sKzxdyXUb8I/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7iPog14AI/AAAAAAAAAMg/01lUqfVRUYQ/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183328979351101442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7iPog14AI/AAAAAAAAAMg/01lUqfVRUYQ/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7hN4g138I/AAAAAAAAAMA/O-uceK_eWbo/s1600-h/Keira+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183327849774702530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7hN4g138I/AAAAAAAAAMA/O-uceK_eWbo/s320/Keira+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7g_og133I/AAAAAAAAALY/-a4KWnA6B_k/s1600-h/Keira+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183327604961566578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7g_og133I/AAAAAAAAALY/-a4KWnA6B_k/s320/Keira+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7hAIg134I/AAAAAAAAALg/WsFF3UE5JCI/s1600-h/Keira+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183327613551501186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7hAIg134I/AAAAAAAAALg/WsFF3UE5JCI/s320/Keira+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7hAYg135I/AAAAAAAAALo/uJoiBmOCMas/s1600-h/Keira+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183327617846468498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7hAYg135I/AAAAAAAAALo/uJoiBmOCMas/s320/Keira+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7hAog136I/AAAAAAAAALw/IFxScvMl7UM/s1600-h/Keira+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183327622141435810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7hAog136I/AAAAAAAAALw/IFxScvMl7UM/s320/Keira+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7hBIg137I/AAAAAAAAAL4/CxKuOngM8F8/s1600-h/Keira+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183327630731370418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7hBIg137I/AAAAAAAAAL4/CxKuOngM8F8/s320/Keira+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is definitely a little harder with two girls, but sooooo much fun!!!! Keira is a VERY easy-going baby. She loves to sleep... a little too much... which makes middle of the night feedings a challenge! She has pretty blue eyes, dimples (I think), and makes the funniest faces :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mikaela has done surprisingly well adjusting to her new sister. She likes to kiss her, pat her head, and touch her nose and toes. Mikaela tries to mimick any noise Keira makes... burps, grunts, and cries. It seems like she's trying to understand Keira. We're trying very hard to make sure Mikaela feels loved and secure in our family, but please pray for her sweet heart! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been recovering very smoothly... a lot easier and faster than my first! I feel great other than being tired :) God's been good to us. We're extremely thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1162592556001843367-7483577707735685445?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7483577707735685445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=7483577707735685445' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/7483577707735685445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/7483577707735685445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-7iOog139I/AAAAAAAAAMI/f2XPl1zpuAQ/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-590534849305708970</id><published>2008-03-20T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:54:26.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keira Jade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-PD44g131I/AAAAAAAAALI/opwcbzo_Ags/s1600-h/Keira+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180199378416426834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-PD44g131I/AAAAAAAAALI/opwcbzo_Ags/s320/Keira+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-PD5Ig132I/AAAAAAAAALQ/db3MeIcubbU/s1600-h/Keira+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180199382711394146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-PD5Ig132I/AAAAAAAAALQ/db3MeIcubbU/s320/Keira+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 4:21 a.m. on March 18, 2008, we welcomed our beautiful little girl into this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started when Laura started having contractions in the afternoon, so we decided to let Mikaela spend the night with her grandma just in case we had a baby. We went to the hospital at about 7 pm, and got sent home at about 8:45. We were super bummed. However, the bumness didn't last that long. She started having contractions about 3 minutes apart at 1:30 in the morning, so we booked it to the hospital! We got there at about 2:30 and had a baby within 2 hours!!! She came out weighing 7lbs 12oz (supposedly. we think she was a little smaller than that, but whatever) and she was 20 1/2 inches long. Unfortunately, she came so quickly that Laura didn't the epidural (sp?) that she so desperately wanted. But she survived, and everyone is all healthy and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-PDd4g130I/AAAAAAAAALA/VqM5ECMwIjI/s1600-h/Keira+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180198914559958850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="262" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-PDd4g130I/AAAAAAAAALA/VqM5ECMwIjI/s320/Keira+013.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are home and trying to figure out how to live life with 2 little girls at home. So far, it's amazing. Mikaela loves the baby. She looks at her, points, and says, "Baby." It's adorable. She also likes to kiss little Keira on the head, then say, "Good girl." She's so cute. Anyways, we appreciate your prayers and messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-590534849305708970?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/590534849305708970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=590534849305708970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/590534849305708970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/590534849305708970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/keira-jade.html' title='Keira Jade'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R-PD44g131I/AAAAAAAAALI/opwcbzo_Ags/s72-c/Keira+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-3811928984481168293</id><published>2008-02-19T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:54:27.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A glimpse into our week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168798192699934290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R7tCkh-PhlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/0aszuz83N9g/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy dancing with his princess to the "Cinderella" song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168796887029876258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R7tBYh-PhiI/AAAAAAAAAKI/I-KZ_ovqoTI/s320/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mikaela in her "big girl" bed. She is learning to sleep there instead of the crib. We're in the process of mastering naptime before moving to bedtime. So far she's done remarkably well! We're so proud :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168797849102550594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R7tCQh-PhkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/DKmsWfoEqAY/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168797664418956850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R7tCFx-PhjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4nnLGCV9mVQ/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacking blocks! This is her all-time record of 14 (almost 15) blocks! Way to go Mikaela!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168798970089014882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R7tDRx-PhmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0iaoy3N4Z_0/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me at 36 weeks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-3811928984481168293?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3811928984481168293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=3811928984481168293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/3811928984481168293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/3811928984481168293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/glimpse-into-our-week.html' title='A glimpse into our week...'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R7tCkh-PhlI/AAAAAAAAAKg/0aszuz83N9g/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-7812742342672787526</id><published>2008-02-15T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:16:57.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle Within</title><content type='html'>I know most of you who read this like reading Laura's thoughts. Well today you are stuck with mine. Please give some feedback, as I really am struggling with direction in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then Jesus said to his disciples, "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will find it. What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul? For the Son of Man is going to come in his Father's glory with his angels, and then he will reward each person according to what he has done."&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 16:24-27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to ask the average American what does it mean to "gain the world," you would recieve an answer about money. For most people, having money is one of the most important things. Some will say, "Having money makes everything easier." Others will tell you, "Having money makes it easier to be happy." We have let the devil replace joy with money. We have let the devil put in our minds that how much money a man has determines his success in life. How sad is it that we have let ourselves be duped into thinking that life is about the magic dollar? What good is it if a man profits the world, but loses his soul? That being said, how much is enough, and how much is too much? These are questions I have been struggling with for a while now. I know that a big responsibility of mine, being the man of the house, is to provide financially for my family. But what does that really mean? By provide, does it simply mean that I have to make enough to pay the bills and that's it? The most frequent answer I get from people, is that it means I must earn enough income to fit the type of lifestyle I want for my family. I want my family to see that the most important thing in the world to me is my savior Jesus Christ, and to know that I am more than willing to give all I have for His glory. If I give everything, am I being irresponsible, or am I being to passionate about God, or am I making an excuse as to why we can't afford nice things? Why do we put ourselves and our "lifestyles" over the maker of the universe? That is something I will never understand. The problem with all this, is that I still have a family to provide for financially. I am really struggling with following my heart and gong into full-time ministry, or pursuing a job that will make enough money for me never to have to worry about the bills being paid. I want my girls to have a wonderful life, but does that have to mean that we have lots of money. It seems like all the "successfull" christians have big homes and nice cars. Why? How can they call that losing their lives for God? How is that denying yourself to take up your cross? Yet, we seem to not have a problem with "christians" who have lots of money. I spoke with my mentor the other day, who is a pastor and works oddjobs on his free time to make ends meat, and he talked about the sacrifice of the ministry. Deitrich Bonhoffer wrote a whole book on the cost of discipleship. From what I see in the Scripture, the cost of following God with everything you have is a lot less than the alternative. So what if I live in a house that has a leaky roof and a weird smell to it. If I am seeking Him with all my heart, isn't that all He wants? Isn't our whole purpose on Earth to bring glory to God? From what I see in the Bible, our sole meaning in life is to love God and love people. That's all he wants. Does that mean that we can't have money? Or that we shouldn't have money? Or that we should have just enough? What is just enough? Why can't I have more? Why do I want more? It's so that I can love me. And have the nice things that make me happy. Where in the Bible does it say anything about accruing wealth to make me happy? Everything I read says that the more money I spend on me and mine, the worse off I am. You might say, "But Kevin, isn't it once I'm in, I'm in?" Sure is. And if that's how you view God, I feel bad for you. "He will eward each person according to what he has done." If you spend your time making money for you, He will reward you accordingly. If you spend time bringing glory to His name, he will reward you beyond all you can imagine. Does this mean that we should all become priests and take a vow of poverty? I don't think so. So, I guess I'm back to square one. How much is enough? How much is too much? I just can't see being a millionaire and saying that I'm living wholeheartedly for the Lord. God, teach me Your ways! Whatever You would have me do, my answer is, "Yes Lord, walking in the way of your laws I wait for you. For Your name and Your renown are the desire of my heart."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-7812742342672787526?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7812742342672787526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=7812742342672787526' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/7812742342672787526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/7812742342672787526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/battle-within.html' title='The Battle Within'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-5044556806973913456</id><published>2008-02-14T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:54:27.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day my Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R7SPHR-PhbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cGJbAQBgE-8/s1600-h/Mikaela+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166912027747124658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R7SPHR-PhbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cGJbAQBgE-8/s320/Mikaela+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are the greatest gift God has given me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you more than I thought I could possibly love someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You brighten my days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You lead our family faithfully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are such a joy to be around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-5044556806973913456?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5044556806973913456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=5044556806973913456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/5044556806973913456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/5044556806973913456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day-my-love.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day my Love'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R7SPHR-PhbI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cGJbAQBgE-8/s72-c/Mikaela+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-5432738392524654748</id><published>2008-02-06T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:18:11.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"What comes into our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A.W. Tozer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been chewing on that for a couple weeks now and honestly I'm ashamed of the raw thoughts I've hidden deep within my heart. My view of the Creator of the world has been so casual, so simple, so not accurate. I've forgotten how HUGE and HOLY and BEYOND my understanding is our God. It doesn't matter that my mind can't fathom who God really is... all his glory and layers and power... because that just makes Him greater and more desirable. Looking at God in this light has given me more peace than I've had in a long time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On January 31, Kevin and I were thrown a curve ball. He had his oral board interview (basically the last step before entering police academy) that day. We were beyond confident that he'd pass with flying colors. He came home devastated. There had been a discrepancy with the polygraph test prior to the interview and the board thought he was being dishonest so he was permenantely disqualified! It didn't matter whether he answered yes or no to the question, but the fact that he couldn't remember or was unsure about the answer made them question his honesty. One Officer (not a part of the board) said he was being too honest... trying too hard to answer with all sincerity. What a weird dilemna. So, where do we go from here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we running from God? Are we following Jonah's footsteps and now stuck in a yucky fish? Is that why we've had so much uneasiness? Why has Kevin's pursuits of a normal/wordly job been unsuccessful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something clicked this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin had been fighting the urge of becoming a junior high youth pastor for many years and for many valid reasons...fears... uncertainties. Yet, he's always been drawn to youth ministry. Working with students is one of his passions and he's VERY good at it. I've never seen anyone as gifted and fit for youth as Kevin. So through all this chaos, he's finally at a point where he can put aside the fears and start pursuing an occupation in full-time minstry. We're open to ANYTHING God has in store for us! It's funny how much more at peace I am, even though we're about to have a second daughter in 5 1/2 weeks, and we have NO IDEA where God's taking us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT He is taking us somewhere... &lt;em&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-5432738392524654748?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5432738392524654748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=5432738392524654748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/5432738392524654748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/5432738392524654748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-comes-into-our-minds-when-we-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-6792714972516792389</id><published>2008-01-17T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:54:28.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mikaela Brooke Waden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R6ofmKSSydI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JG0bZQw59SE/s1600-h/101_0283%5B0%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163974663190268370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R6ofmKSSydI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JG0bZQw59SE/s320/101_0283%5B0%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to spend some time reflecting on my cute, little, almost 17 month old daughter, who we adoringly call Munch (short for Munchkin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are blessed to have her in our family. Her temperment is so sweet and easy-going! I believe she's had two temper-tantrums so far, and both were short-lived. Mikaela LOVES to cuddle and give hugs and kisses. Randomly throughout the day she'll run up and give me a hug and say "Ahhh". It's precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves music and has pretty good rhythm, which must come from Kevin! She'll stick out her bootie and bounce up and down... and sometimes she'll start twirling around. She's beginning to sing more often and has favorite songs :) Oh, and she LOVES Kevin's guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could be outside all day long, Mikaela would be such a happy camper! She loves the outdoors! She asks many times throughout the day to go "bye-bye".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how much she learns and how quickly she learns it. Her vocabulary is expanding a lot faster than I had imagined. She knows the words for ball, juice, book, mama, dada, dog, back, bye-bye, hello, amen, more, bath (except she doesn't pronounce the b, so it sounds like a bad word), banana, blue, cheese, duck... I'm sure there's more, but I can't think of them right now :) Because a lot of her words aren't clear yet, she's definitely getting more frustrated when we can't understand her! She's become my little helper :) She helps with laundry by putting clothes in the dryer and folding/matching socks. She's also pretty good at cleaning up. She enjoys putting things in baskets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikaela is a goofball. She loves to laugh and make you laugh. She loves to run around and attempt to jump. She has a rocking chair that she stands on and jumps off. Her imagination is growing. She plays pretend by feeding her stuffed animals and giving them hugs and kisses. She loves her Dora tent and tunnel that she tackles. She loves to play with Kevin... probably more than anything! Oh, and she loves to color :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikaela is a little giver. Everytime someone comes over she immediately finds something... anything... to give them. Even at the park she'll look for something to give... normally it's a piece of bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still a great sleeper! She goes to bed at 7:30pm and wakes up around 7:30am. During the day she has "quiet time" during the mid-morning for about an hour in her crib. And she naps from 1:30 till about 4pm. It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's sooo much more I could write about Mikaela! She is growing like crazy and turning into such a beautiful girl. I couldn't ask for a better little Munch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-6792714972516792389?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6792714972516792389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=6792714972516792389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/6792714972516792389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/6792714972516792389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/mikaela-brooke-waden.html' title='Mikaela Brooke Waden'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/R6ofmKSSydI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JG0bZQw59SE/s72-c/101_0283%5B0%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-4656613484676376085</id><published>2008-01-14T14:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:54:08.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.milbrodale-p.schools.nsw.edu.au/sedime1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="316" alt="" src="http://www.milbrodale-p.schools.nsw.edu.au/sedime1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that you can clearly see God at work in the lives of those around you, yet have a hard time pinpointing what He's doing in your own life? Why can life seem so cloudy or distracting? It's like a shaken up jar that should be clear, but it's muddy instead. My insides feel muddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've come to realize how much of my identity and self-worth come from the approval of others through my involvement in ministry. Since stepping out of youth work and into the big city of Austin, everything within has been jarred. Doubts spin around in my mind. I question whether or not we made a mistake moving to Austin... maybe we misunderstood God? Maybe I don't really know when God's speaking to me rather than me speaking to me. Maybe I'm not as close to God as I thought. OR maybe I've let emotions rule my mind instead of God's Truth. Why is it so hard to take every thought captive... and actually filter out the thoughts that aren't from God? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been a good time of soul-searching... hard and lonely... yet good. I'm at a resting point in my journey with my King. I have finally been able to stop performing for others, because I have no audience here in Austin. I feel free to be me. I long to be more vulnerable and share my heart without fear of ridicule or judgement or disappointment. The only bad thing is I don't really know how to open up. I guess writing this is my first step. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has been reminding me to find ALL of my worth from Him... alone... not what I do or say... but from my relationship with Him... period. He doesn't love me any more because of what I do. I'm already approved in His eyes and that's all that really matters. I desperately want to stop living with fear... in a bubble... to get the approval of my brothers and sisters in Christ. It doesn't matter what other people think! "Be the Orange!" was our saying with the 5th and 6th grade. It means to be different with a purpose. It's time for me to let go and pull down the screen that has been hidding my real heart. It's time to be free, well, to be me!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-4656613484676376085?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4656613484676376085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=4656613484676376085' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/4656613484676376085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/4656613484676376085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/shaken.html' title='Shaken'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-5305901156012993934</id><published>2008-01-04T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T21:58:09.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Baby</title><content type='html'>So, Mikaela LOVES to be naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bath time I normally let her run around in the nude. I'm not sure why this started, but she has so much fun running around without a care in the world, that I give in and let her do it. Normally her arms are raised up high in the air while she runs. It's pretty funny... until she pees. She's peed twice in her bathroom cabinet and several times on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Kevin went to get her after her nap and found her in somersalt position (head on the mattress while standing up) with no pants or diaper on. I guess she decided she didn't need them on anymore and tossed them out of her crib! Thank goodness she didn't have any poopies! BUT she did pee and of course that's where her head was on the mattress... that's my girl :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-5305901156012993934?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5305901156012993934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=5305901156012993934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/5305901156012993934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/5305901156012993934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/naked-baby.html' title='Naked Baby'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-6040371139507001299</id><published>2007-12-09T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T19:32:12.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe how fast time flies! The reason I haven't written a blog in several months is not due to lack of time or energy, but instead due to lack of words. My emotions are soaring in weird directions leaving me confused most of the time. I'm trying to be content. Really. I know we're here because God has placed us here and that's better than anyplace else we'd rather be. I don't regret leaving Temple, but I sure do miss it. It's lonely here. I feel out of place, like a visitor, in our apartment complex. How do I make this my home? How do I reach out to people I rarely see? I know God will open up doors. There's a reason why we're here... in these apartments... in this building... next to the people we're next to! I pray we don't miss opportunities because of fear. I guess this is the perfect time of year to "get to know" our neighbors. Everyone is a little more friendly during the holidays :) I pray for extra doses of boldness for the Waden family. Please pray with us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-6040371139507001299?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6040371139507001299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=6040371139507001299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/6040371139507001299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/6040371139507001299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-believe-how-fast-time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-2076963742451946168</id><published>2007-09-17T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:54:28.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin &amp; a little more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/Ru8kinr8GoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/up-sfwtrvj4/s1600-h/DSCF0764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111344279276231298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/Ru8kinr8GoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/up-sfwtrvj4/s320/DSCF0764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're in Austin! YAY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're staying with the in-laws for this month. Our house sold rather quickly! We close on Thursday, so we've been busy packing up! We move into the apartment on October 5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We haven't found a church home yet, so please pray for guidance. Our hearts are eager for corporate worship, fellowship, accountability, service, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mikaela is walking ALL over the place! Her steps are getting faster and faster! She'll be running before we know it :) We've been working on baby sign language and she has finally mastered "more", "all done", and "hungry". I'm not the best teacher, so that's probably why it has taken so long to learn! We also found out that she has egg allergies. If egg just touches her skin, she breaks out in a cluster of hives. Fortunately, she has refused to eat any egg! I pray she grows out of it! But for now, we have to keep a close eye on what she eats :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been feeling MUCH better morning-sickness-wise. I still get bouts of nausea if I've gone too long without eating, but it sure beats feeling sick all day/all night long! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kevin is now a waitor at a restaurant named Houston's. It's a VERY classy place with incredible food! He tried getting into the bartending scene, but couldn't get a good job without prior experience... and he didn't want to work at a club... so for now, he'll be working at Houston's. He really enjoys it :) His next step is police academy in February. Please pray for that as well :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All in all, we're doing pretty good. God's been teaching me about His provision and care through Psalm 23. He's our Great Shepherd who will ALWAYS guide us, feed us, pick us up, protect us, give us rest and comfort! I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-2076963742451946168?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2076963742451946168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=2076963742451946168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/2076963742451946168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/2076963742451946168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/austin-little-more.html' title='Austin &amp; a little more'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/Ru8kinr8GoI/AAAAAAAAAFs/up-sfwtrvj4/s72-c/DSCF0764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-2774138430677319446</id><published>2007-07-22T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:00:22.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growth</title><content type='html'>We're heading to Austin! We've decided to move to a bigger city that's closer to family and has more to offer. We're not exactly sure why we've been asked to move other than God has something better for us in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like Temple. It's simple. Comfortable. Conservative. We know lots of people and lots of people know us. Yet, we fear that if we stay much longer we'll become too comfortable. Too sheltered. Maybe even too prideful. We need to be stretched and challenged and grown. So we find ourselves heading toward CHANGE. I don't like change. It's scary. It makes me uncomfortable. I fear the unknowns. I don't like leaving people. I don't like leaving the familiar. All of this makes me want to eat a lot of ice cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all the fear and uneasiness, I KNOW change is good. I know we are going to grow like crazy spiritually. I know we are going to love it more than we thought possible. I know God has something great for us. He does. I know it. I can feel it deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another big change coming up is baby #2. We'll be having another baby at the of March...WOOHOO!! Mikaela is gonna be a big sister! We are beyond excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-2774138430677319446?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2774138430677319446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=2774138430677319446' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/2774138430677319446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/2774138430677319446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/growth.html' title='Growth'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-4693322304708617607</id><published>2007-07-10T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:54:28.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadmap...</title><content type='html'>Check out Mikaela's new "do"!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RpPhbtD1FXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/drZZdK7I3Mg/s1600-h/DSCF0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085656270299796850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RpPhbtD1FXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/drZZdK7I3Mg/s320/DSCF0730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hehe, she's just so CUTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RpPhddD1FYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jV5EwbNV8Bg/s1600-h/DSCF0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085656300364567938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RpPhddD1FYI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jV5EwbNV8Bg/s320/DSCF0738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is SOOOOO good to us! He has been teaching us A TON about His never-ending, all-consuming, unconditional love for us. I LOVE His closeness! No matter where we are or what we're doing or how "involved in ministry" we are, His love for us NEVER changes. He can't love us any more or less because His love for us is simply perfect. It makes me sigh in relief! Seriously! We've been wresting with where God wants us and what exactly we were created to do for His Kingdom. It's tricky having a husband who is talented in LOTS of areas because so many options (career-wise/ministry-wise) look good or make sense. YET many times God asks us to do something that doesn't make ANY sense whatsoever. We believe our lives are heading through one of those times :) Please join us in prayer as we embark a new fun, exciting, and scary chapter in our lives. I'll explain more later :) Until then, much love to you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-4693322304708617607?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4693322304708617607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=4693322304708617607' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/4693322304708617607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/4693322304708617607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/roadmap.html' title='Roadmap...'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RpPhbtD1FXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/drZZdK7I3Mg/s72-c/DSCF0730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-5960711678685668662</id><published>2007-07-03T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:54:28.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth &amp; Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RoqocdD1FUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uUChe6TK6Vg/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083060336231519554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RoqocdD1FUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uUChe6TK6Vg/s320/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/Roqoc9D1FVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/AeqMZ4HiqSo/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083060344821454162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/Roqoc9D1FVI/AAAAAAAAAFE/AeqMZ4HiqSo/s320/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RoqodND1FWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Qda7dt5UWYA/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083060349116421474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RoqodND1FWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Qda7dt5UWYA/s320/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Mikaela now has 3 top teeth coming in... all at once! Talk about painful! Someone told me that if adults went through the teething process as adults, we would literally go insane. Insane as in CRAZY. It's insane that Mikaela is not going insane. I'm not sure how babies do it! God's hand must be on them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She hasn't been wanting to eat her baby food, so we're now eating table food... YAY! Several months ago I thought she wasn't going to be picky. Boy was I fooled :) Her face gets twisted and her nose curls up when food tastes different or the texture is a bit weird. This little one is SO much like her daddy! It's absolutely WONDERFUL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1162592556001843367-5960711678685668662?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5960711678685668662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=5960711678685668662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/5960711678685668662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/5960711678685668662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/teeth-food.html' title='Teeth &amp; Food'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RoqocdD1FUI/AAAAAAAAAE8/uUChe6TK6Vg/s72-c/Picture+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-203378135307499690</id><published>2007-06-19T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:54:29.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember being 10?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/Rnh24f6b2yI/AAAAAAAAAEc/flHhtg7x418/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077939292871580450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/Rnh24f6b2yI/AAAAAAAAAEc/flHhtg7x418/s200/Picture+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/Rnh24v6b2zI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6GSKs1yGHPY/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077939297166547762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/Rnh24v6b2zI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6GSKs1yGHPY/s200/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/Rnh24_6b20I/AAAAAAAAAEs/S_-1iFks6l0/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077939301461515074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/Rnh24_6b20I/AAAAAAAAAEs/S_-1iFks6l0/s200/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/Rnh25P6b21I/AAAAAAAAAE0/TTEwUzuT0hM/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077939305756482386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/Rnh25P6b21I/AAAAAAAAAE0/TTEwUzuT0hM/s200/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've started nannying our next door neighbor, Kristen. She's 10 years old, full of energy, and a sweet disposition! I REALLY enjoy my time with her! Mikaela adores her... and Kristen loves to play with Mikaela! It's great! I love the imagination of a young one. You don't need much to enter into a whole other world :) When you're 10, life is full. There's excitement, curiousity, abounding love. Kristen's helping me rekindle the child-like passion/imagination/joy that I once had. I'm tired of letting "life" get me down. I'm tired of the pressure to be serious and always "grown-up". I want to run free. I want to love my Lord, my family, my friends recklessly. I want to forget the expectations that I've placed on myself because I thought others would want them there. I want my 10 year old heart back... but with a twist... the twist being my Savior. I want a child-like passion that makes my heart race with excitement and fear all mixed together. I don't want to be ashamed or weak or silent. My heart longs for more than this world can offer. Jesus, come fill me up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-203378135307499690?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/203378135307499690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=203378135307499690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/203378135307499690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/203378135307499690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/hi-there.html' title='Remember being 10?'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/Rnh24f6b2yI/AAAAAAAAAEc/flHhtg7x418/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-1700097344775160163</id><published>2007-05-29T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:54:30.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a cutie!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RlxCn7oPTcI/AAAAAAAAADc/asgQuOamCW4/s1600-h/DSCF0680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070000534301134274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RlxCn7oPTcI/AAAAAAAAADc/asgQuOamCW4/s320/DSCF0680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey there! Mikaela is now 9 months old! She is a speeeeed crawler :) She is also VERY good at pulling up and cruises a little bit! She may be walking in the near future :) Mikaela has blossomed into such a social butterfly... it's absolutely wonderful! She LOVES people! It usually takes her about 20 minutes to warm up to a new enviroment, but once she does, it's all giggles and talking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070002411201842642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RlxEVLoPTdI/AAAAAAAAADk/EQsGawm-IAM/s320/DSCF0674.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070002681784782306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RlxEk7oPTeI/AAAAAAAAADs/I_bztjLgL7c/s320/DSCF0679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was Mikaela's first boat ride. She really did enjoy it even though she looks sad in the picture :) The water was still a little chilly for her to go swimming... maybe next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-1700097344775160163?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1700097344775160163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=1700097344775160163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/1700097344775160163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/1700097344775160163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-cutie.html' title='What a cutie!!'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RlxCn7oPTcI/AAAAAAAAADc/asgQuOamCW4/s72-c/DSCF0680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-7646538338634902832</id><published>2007-04-03T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:54:31.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 month happenings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RhKgbh82lhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/p4PvQ8yUEU4/s1600-h/DSCF0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049274527066265106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RhKgbh82lhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/p4PvQ8yUEU4/s320/DSCF0618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey there! Lots is happening in Mikaela's world! She is now a 7 month old with 2 bottom teeth, a growing appetite &amp; love for solids, who babbles story after story to us, who sits like a pro, and has begun crawling! Well, the crawling part might be a little stretch. She did crawl forward (about 3 steps) towards Daddy the other day, but most of the time she gets on her all-fours, rocks back and forth for momentum and then nose dives forward :) She loves to go, go, go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049276507046188578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RhKiOx82liI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tUHOsZs03Ao/s320/DSCF0628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Her most common phrases are mama and baba. We're working on dada. The other day she was so close with daga... Kevin's heart sank! She still loves to blow her spit bubbles, especially in church :) She is also experimenting with her voice range, which sounds like singing to me :) She is full of smiles, squeals and laughter! What a joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049278993832252978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RhKkfh82ljI/AAAAAAAAADE/nGY7TAeX0NI/s320/DSCF0624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's so weird how she's a little person. I'm amazed by her growth! Not only is she learning how to maneuver around, but when things are out of sight they are definitely not out of mind anymore. Her little brain remembers where the T.V. remotes or cell phones are hidden... and she finds them! It's time to do a more thorough baby-proofing of our home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049279006717154898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RhKkgR82llI/AAAAAAAAADU/ok4fIR3qJ8E/s320/DSCF0625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I am VERY thankful for these past 7 months with Mikaela. She has definitely brightened up our home! Her dimpled smile just makes our hearts melt :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-7646538338634902832?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7646538338634902832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=7646538338634902832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/7646538338634902832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/7646538338634902832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/7-month-happenings.html' title='7 month happenings...'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RhKgbh82lhI/AAAAAAAAAC0/p4PvQ8yUEU4/s72-c/DSCF0618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-4031728636963994863</id><published>2007-03-10T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T12:08:08.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor says...</title><content type='html'>Mikaela had her 6 month check-up earlier this week. She is a little bit over 15 lbs. and is 2 foot 2 (26 inches). Her first tooth is poking its way through. You can actually see the tip. She was having a hard time a couple days ago, but seems more at ease today :) Hopefully the little boogie-tooth will come soon... and her pain will be gone...at least until tooth #2 decides to pop up! Until then, she chomps on anything and everything!! I think she likes Daddy's fingers the best :) As far as food goes, she REALLY loves her yellow veggies, but isn't a fan of the green ones... go figure! I think she's a mini-Kevin :) Oh, how I love my family :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-4031728636963994863?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4031728636963994863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=4031728636963994863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/4031728636963994863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/4031728636963994863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/doctor-says.html' title='Doctor says...'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-1031261486733606316</id><published>2007-03-03T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:54:31.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrots... YUM-O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RenK3wJKJTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GqGmBNStEos/s1600-h/DSCF0608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037780717355541810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RenK3wJKJTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GqGmBNStEos/s320/DSCF0608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RenK4AJKJUI/AAAAAAAAACE/5X8KghxrS-s/s1600-h/DSCF0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037780721650509122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RenK4AJKJUI/AAAAAAAAACE/5X8KghxrS-s/s320/DSCF0609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had our first adventure with veggies! We tried carrots and Mikaela LOVED them! I sure hope this means she's a "good" eater ;) Mikaela has really improved with her table manners. She learned to keep her cute little hands on her lap during meal time. She is a LOT more focused on her food instead of the windows... the table... the plants... the microwave, especially when you can see a little reflection in it... the trash can... the ceiling lights... the mini-blinds... the doggies... well, not really the doggies, she still gets distracted every time they venture into the kitchen and up to her booster seat. Gunner desperately tries to lick the mush off her face :) And Grunt, well, he just wants to feel loved and noticed :) She adores them! Anyways, I'm so excited about introducing all sorts of new and yummy food to Mikaela! We're gonna have TONS of fun! Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-1031261486733606316?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1031261486733606316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=1031261486733606316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/1031261486733606316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/1031261486733606316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2007/03/carrots-yum-o.html' title='Carrots... YUM-O'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RenK3wJKJTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GqGmBNStEos/s72-c/DSCF0608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-9079198743280387589</id><published>2007-02-26T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:54:31.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALF BIRTHDAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/Rejx9QJKJQI/AAAAAAAAABY/v7SIZF03cf8/s1600-h/DSCF0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037542217821594882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/Rejx9QJKJQI/AAAAAAAAABY/v7SIZF03cf8/s320/DSCF0600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was Mikaela's half birthday! She is 6 months old! Wow, how time flies!!! Yesterday was also my 26th birthday. I feel old :) Mikaela loves to blow raspberries, squeal in delight, and play with the doggies. We haven't been to the doctor yet this month, but I'm guessing she weighs 15 lbs. We'll find out in a couple of days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy Half Birthday little one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-9079198743280387589?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9079198743280387589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=9079198743280387589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/9079198743280387589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/9079198743280387589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-half-birthday.html' title='HAPPY HALF BIRTHDAY!!!!'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/Rejx9QJKJQI/AAAAAAAAABY/v7SIZF03cf8/s72-c/DSCF0600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-5277441917419154900</id><published>2007-02-15T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:54:32.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil' sitting star...</title><content type='html'>Mikaela has been working really hard on her sitting skills and her practice has finally paid off! She can now sit all by herself for several minutes at a time... her little bumper must be growing :) She does really well as long as she stays focused and doesn't try to look up... once she looks up she tends to topple over :) We're so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RdSb1VcGgMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cFlOx54TFbM/s1600-h/DSCF0576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031818024270069954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RdSb1VcGgMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cFlOx54TFbM/s320/DSCF0576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RdSb1lcGgNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9wQclrDVECc/s1600-h/DSCF0577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031818028565037266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RdSb1lcGgNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9wQclrDVECc/s320/DSCF0577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RdSb2FcGgOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MV2BiSwC8RI/s1600-h/DSCF0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031818037154971874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RdSb2FcGgOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MV2BiSwC8RI/s320/DSCF0579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-5277441917419154900?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5277441917419154900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=5277441917419154900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/5277441917419154900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/5277441917419154900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2007/02/our-little-sitting-queen.html' title='Lil&apos; sitting star...'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RdSb1VcGgMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/cFlOx54TFbM/s72-c/DSCF0576.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162592556001843367.post-7269576401974751184</id><published>2007-01-11T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T11:14:52.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloudy Days + Sunshine = ME</title><content type='html'>This winter we've had many cloudy and rainy days. It's actually been really out of the ordinary... thunderstorms and tornadoes with sunshiny days all mixed together! This winter weather can get a person feeling a bit out of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;Life for me has also been a little out of sorts. I've suffered from a WIDE variety of emotions all kinda tangled up and thrown around the room! I became a stay-at-home mom. My strongest emotion is gratitude. I am so, very, extremely grateful to be able to stay home and raise my daughter without career distractions lurking in my mind. I just don't think I could juggle career and mom-hood without slacking in one area! So, because of that, I'm grateful for being 100% with Mikaela.&lt;br /&gt;Another emotion is love. I'm in love. I have two amazing people to love on! How fun is that! Yet, mixed with gratitude and love is sadness. My new role of being Mikaela's mommy has brought back MANY memories and "what if" thoughts of my own mom. What would life be like if my mom were alive, healthy and among us? How would she treat Mikaela? How would Mikaela respond to her? Would she always be around or would she be distant? Would she enjoy teaching me all the little tricks she learned along the road? How would our relationship change? And then I begin to think of ALL the things "she'll miss out on" and sadness really creeps in. If I let myself dwell on this I end up eating a LOT of chocolate... so, I desperately try to move on to emotion #3... hope.&lt;br /&gt;Because of my relationship with Jesus I can cling onto hope without hesitation. My hope rests in Jesus to love us, take care of us, teach us, change us, mold us into His image. We are never alone. He is our Savior, our King! He offers limitless hope!&lt;br /&gt;Then I move onto emotion #4... being overwhelmed. There's a lot to think about and prepare for in beginning to raise kiddos. I have learned sooo much already, yet I still have sooo much to learn! I'm trying really hard to master the role of wife and mother, yet I seem to fall short in either time, energy, or knowledge. So much to learn! So little time! I guess I should wrap up this post... and start on something a little more important... like laundry :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-7269576401974751184?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7269576401974751184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=7269576401974751184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/7269576401974751184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/7269576401974751184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2007/01/cloudy-days-sunshine-me.html' title='Cloudy Days + Sunshine = ME'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</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-1162592556001843367.post-5344223708725119153</id><published>2006-12-11T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:54:32.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mikaela Brooke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RX4CEJdWJFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lvAN4B2A_bw/s1600-h/033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RX4CEJdWJFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lvAN4B2A_bw/s320/033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007442105964307538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to put a picture on here of my cute adorable little baby. Her name is Mikaela Brooke Waden. She was born on August 25th at 12:57 p.m. weighing in at an even 6 pounds. She was 18 inches at birth.&lt;br /&gt;Now she is a TON bigger than that! She weighs about 12.5 pounds and is growing like a weed. Everyday she gets bigger and bigger. Kids are a joy!&lt;br /&gt;I am the owner of Waden Lawn &amp;amp; Landscape!! So I get to set my own hours at work and be home when Laura needs me. She is a stay-at-home mom and absolutely loves it!&lt;br /&gt;  We really enjoy being parents and can't wait to have another baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162592556001843367-5344223708725119153?l=wadensworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5344223708725119153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162592556001843367&amp;postID=5344223708725119153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/5344223708725119153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162592556001843367/posts/default/5344223708725119153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wadensworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/mikaela-brooke.html' title='Mikaela Brooke'/><author><name>Waden's World</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10017754467126248632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6y24wCGIOqY/RX4CEJdWJFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lvAN4B2A_bw/s72-c/033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
