<?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-4703474417895080605</id><updated>2011-06-13T13:45:49.149-07:00</updated><category term='the single life'/><category term='friendships'/><category term='dating'/><category term='loneliness'/><category term='about this blog'/><category term='singles ministry'/><category term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Nun In Street Clothes</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts of a single about singleness and singles ministry to encourage other singles, those in singles ministry, and those with a heart for singles.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TiNA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13948012094531466600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SWGMQWzs5zI/AAAAAAAABCw/1c3v0FZPDMw/S220/meatgetty.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703474417895080605.post-8174339432982708088</id><published>2008-10-29T18:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:09:22.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>For Us Single Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="270"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2019443&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2019443&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2019443?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=2019443"&gt;Beautiful_01 Crumbs Outtake&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/newspringmedia?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=2019443"&gt;NewSpring Media&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=2019443"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703474417895080605-8174339432982708088?l=nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/8174339432982708088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703474417895080605&amp;postID=8174339432982708088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/8174339432982708088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/8174339432982708088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-us-single-ladies.html' title='For Us Single Ladies'/><author><name>TiNA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13948012094531466600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SWGMQWzs5zI/AAAAAAAABCw/1c3v0FZPDMw/S220/meatgetty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703474417895080605.post-5241924631753369243</id><published>2008-10-28T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:12:15.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><title type='text'>Singing in the Bathtub</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pro.corbis.com/images/CBR003918.jpg?size=572&amp;uid={0C3E7075-83A0-4D82-9D60-48BD83FA6EE5}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/CBR003918.jpg?size=572&amp;uid={0C3E7075-83A0-4D82-9D60-48BD83FA6EE5}" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a little girl I remember not wanting to take baths.  I do not remember the reason for this.  I can only assume that I had better things to do with my time.  Maybe the thought of getting into the water was scary, for some reason. I just didn't want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not remember what actually got in me in the tub. It may have been my parents or maybe I just gave in.  What I do remember best about tub memories other than the fact that I didn't want to take the bath... was how much fun I had once I was in the bath. I would sing and sing and sing.  My fingers would get prunie, but I didn't mind. My parents minded that I was in the tub for 30 minutes and still dirty from the water line up, but I was just happy being where I was.  Eventually I was forced to actually wash up and get out... Sad that my tub time was over, but dreading the next time it came around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why this memory came back to me over the weekend, but I can guess.  This weekend I was sick.  Not like can't move, call 911 sick, but more achy, churny, not hungry sick.  Enough to keep me in my bed and apartment all weekend.  As I woke up Monday morning I was feeling a little bit better, but more than anything I wanted fellowship.  So often I treat fellowship like I treated bath time as a child.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I need fellowship, but I dread going into it.  I have fears and doubts, just the prospect seems overwhelming and forced. But... when I am in the midst of it, true fellowship, I don't want it to end.  Eventually it must. Then when it is over I can reflect on what a wonderful time I had, but still be dreading the next round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that?? What is it in me that cannot just let go and embrace those times?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703474417895080605-5241924631753369243?l=nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/5241924631753369243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703474417895080605&amp;postID=5241924631753369243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/5241924631753369243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/5241924631753369243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/2008/10/singing-in-bathtub.html' title='Singing in the Bathtub'/><author><name>TiNA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13948012094531466600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SWGMQWzs5zI/AAAAAAAABCw/1c3v0FZPDMw/S220/meatgetty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703474417895080605.post-6936170015580579389</id><published>2008-10-28T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:57:30.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><title type='text'>Single Guys- How to Find a Wife</title><content type='html'>Lovin Perry Noble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="267"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2083483&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt; &lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2083483&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="267"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2083483?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=2083483"&gt;Beautiful_02- Single Guys Outtake&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/newspringmedia?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=2083483"&gt;NewSpring Media&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com?pg=embed&amp;amp;sec=2083483"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703474417895080605-6936170015580579389?l=nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/6936170015580579389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703474417895080605&amp;postID=6936170015580579389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/6936170015580579389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/6936170015580579389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/2008/10/single-guys-how-to-find-wife.html' title='Single Guys- How to Find a Wife'/><author><name>TiNA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13948012094531466600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SWGMQWzs5zI/AAAAAAAABCw/1c3v0FZPDMw/S220/meatgetty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703474417895080605.post-2047833223188272480</id><published>2008-09-13T18:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:54:56.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singles ministry'/><title type='text'>Speaking on Lonliness</title><content type='html'>I have been asked to be the final speaker/facilitator for our post-college retreat this coming weekend.  The retreat theme is "Good Relationship are No Accident".  We have a star studded cast of speakers on Friday night and Saturday, then I get to wrap it up on Sunday.  I am greatly humbled by this opportunity.  Though most of my time has been outlined for me by my boss, I do have some opening moments for thoughts and a closing wrap-up.  Since the whole weekend is about relationships I just keep thinking about what stops us from having them and what makes us disappointed in them once we do. My thoughts again and again go towards the grip loneliness has on people.  How God hates for people to be alone. He created us for community.  Though... you can still be lonely in community.  In Blue Like Jazz (Clayton if you are reading this post, yes I still have your copy and will mail it to you eventually) there is a moment where one of Don Miller's friend is opening up to him about his marriage... about how even in marriage where he is best known to any other human being, there is still something missing that only God can fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm saying there is stuff I can't tell her, not because I don't want to, but because there aren't words.  It's like we are separate people and there is no getting inside each other to read each other's thoughts, each other's beings.  Marriage is amazing because it is the most beautiful thing I have ever dreamed of, Don, but it isn't everything. It isn't Mecca. Danielle loves everything about me; she accepts me and tolerates me and encourages me. She knows me better than anybody else in the world, but she doesn't know all of me, and I don't know all of her.  And I never thought after I got married there would still e something lacking. I always thought marriage, especially after I first met Danielle, would be the ultimate fulfillment. It is great, don't get me wrong, and I am glad I married Danielle, and I will be with her forever. But there are places in our lives that only God can go." (Blue Like Jazz pg. 146)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people (like myself) fear intimacy. Instead we shrink into loneliness. There is a false perception of safety there.  God is love.  Without loving and being loved... how can we truly know God?  If we say we are His followers and want to do His will... we have to step through fear, and love. When we fill unloved, rejected, or abandoned... that is not from God.  When we are not loving, reject, or abandon... that is us going against the will of God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray as I continue to process these thoughts.  After I share we will go into a time of confession and communion.  I pray that God will continue to shape my thoughts so that I can speak in love and those who come will leave with their love tanks overflowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703474417895080605-2047833223188272480?l=nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/2047833223188272480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703474417895080605&amp;postID=2047833223188272480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/2047833223188272480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/2047833223188272480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/2008/09/speaking-on-lonliness.html' title='Speaking on Lonliness'/><author><name>TiNA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13948012094531466600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SWGMQWzs5zI/AAAAAAAABCw/1c3v0FZPDMw/S220/meatgetty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703474417895080605.post-6167012979959651288</id><published>2008-08-18T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:15:48.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singles ministry'/><title type='text'>Transitions</title><content type='html'>Life is full of transitions. Those are the hardest times and the times where you need the most love and prayer. There is actually an article on the right column about how important transitions are to singles ministry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our singles pastor will be leaving at the end of the month. The singles and post-college ministries find themselves flung into a time of transition. I ask for prayer. Here are the scripture verses I have been meditating on during this stressful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Phillipians 4:4-9&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703474417895080605-6167012979959651288?l=nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/6167012979959651288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703474417895080605&amp;postID=6167012979959651288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/6167012979959651288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/6167012979959651288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/2008/08/transitions.html' title='Transitions'/><author><name>TiNA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13948012094531466600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SWGMQWzs5zI/AAAAAAAABCw/1c3v0FZPDMw/S220/meatgetty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703474417895080605.post-1206747703165023812</id><published>2008-08-11T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:20:40.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singles ministry'/><title type='text'>Learnings From a Linkin Park Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SKDG_gRFlQI/AAAAAAAAArM/ep0DgpuhB_w/s1600-h/linkinpark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SKDG_gRFlQI/AAAAAAAAArM/ep0DgpuhB_w/s400/linkinpark.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233401561300178178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hit me Sunday night as I was in a crowd of thousands that I need to not just enjoy my night, but learn from it.  So here are some observations and learnings from last night's Linkin Park concert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People are weird!  (There was quite a diverse crowd!!)&lt;br /&gt;Learning: People come in all shapes and sizes.  But once engaged, people are people.  I spoke with some different people throughout the night.  Some had had way too much to drink, others were just so excited about the concert, there was one couple (friends), who the girl just started to tell me about her boyfriend and the guy started to tell me about how left out he feels now that she has a boyfriend... it was crazy!!  People want to be engaged and listened to.  They want others to come along in their excitment and passion.  No matter how many tats or piercings... they are still just people with the same needs and desires as I.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SKHTeGNmjLI/AAAAAAAAArs/QPaUCae41aI/s1600-h/linkin-park1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SKHTeGNmjLI/AAAAAAAAArs/QPaUCae41aI/s320/linkin-park1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233696755998428338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They do not sing the "clean" version of songs at the concerts&lt;br /&gt;Learning: Though the f-bomb was flying... I personally saw more people connecting to the lyrics than the commentators.  When I could understand what they were saying... I saw a common theme to the songs: a desire for acceptance and to be heard.  One of the few songs I knew was "Somewhere I Belong"... what a sad song if you think about it.       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SKHTuX7Ze3I/AAAAAAAAAr0/YLTH9vfBjzA/s1600-h/linkin-park2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SKHTuX7Ze3I/AAAAAAAAAr0/YLTH9vfBjzA/s320/linkin-park2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233697035631819634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. People love to be heard.  During the breaks they had a number you could text to and your message would appear on the screen.  There were about 18 marriage proposals, a ton of sports fans, some political messages, shoutouts, messages of love and thanks, pop culture references, and sometimes a mixture (Like when someone asked Hannah Montana to marry them).  &lt;br /&gt;Learning: What I got from this also was a good feel of the views of the audience.  This was a great way to poll interests.  I can tell you that the crowd did not like the Jonas Brothers, did like Obama, most had seen Dark Knight (b/c of all the references to Heath Ledger), they were up on current pop news (the RIP Bernie Mac texts), and they love seeing their names on a big screen.  Here were some of my favorite big screen entries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SKHSc9QqVfI/AAAAAAAAArk/XN42-aXnq8g/s1600-h/linkin-park5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SKHSc9QqVfI/AAAAAAAAArk/XN42-aXnq8g/s320/linkin-park5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233695636903843314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My fav, but I think Heath Ledger and Bernie Mac got more applause.  Definitely Linkin Park got more :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SKHSOL_LWHI/AAAAAAAAArc/wLrVQPowDws/s1600-h/linkin-park4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SKHSOL_LWHI/AAAAAAAAArc/wLrVQPowDws/s320/linkin-park4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233695383159003250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That made me think of Lisa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SKHRsu4rkUI/AAAAAAAAArU/y7Pt4HKCk2s/s1600-h/linkin-park3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SKHRsu4rkUI/AAAAAAAAArU/y7Pt4HKCk2s/s320/linkin-park3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233694808411443522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That last one got a lot of boos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703474417895080605-1206747703165023812?l=nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/1206747703165023812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703474417895080605&amp;postID=1206747703165023812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/1206747703165023812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/1206747703165023812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/2008/08/learnings-from-linkin-park-concert.html' title='Learnings From a Linkin Park Concert'/><author><name>TiNA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13948012094531466600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SWGMQWzs5zI/AAAAAAAABCw/1c3v0FZPDMw/S220/meatgetty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SKDG_gRFlQI/AAAAAAAAArM/ep0DgpuhB_w/s72-c/linkinpark.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703474417895080605.post-8588668424828356733</id><published>2008-08-08T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:49:07.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singles ministry'/><title type='text'>A Key... Value</title><content type='html'>One of the keys within singles ministry, like with every ministry, is value. Does your church value singles? Do the singles know it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singles should not be siloed off from the rest of the church or seen as incomplete people. To say that there is something wrong with singles... is to say there was something wrong with Jesus. Jesus was single.  Almost all of his disciples were single.  Paul was single and recommended it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This value must come from the top.  For example: How many sermon illustrations have you heard about the pastor's wife and/or kids?  Those are valuable, but have you ever thought how a single with no children who deeply longs for marriage would relate to those? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one thing we did at Saddleback to show singles how they are valued and needed within the church body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LeKox6HsTSs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LeKox6HsTSs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any ideas?  What have you done at your church?  I am sure this topic will come up again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703474417895080605-8588668424828356733?l=nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/8588668424828356733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703474417895080605&amp;postID=8588668424828356733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/8588668424828356733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/8588668424828356733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/2008/08/key-value.html' title='A Key... Value'/><author><name>TiNA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13948012094531466600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SWGMQWzs5zI/AAAAAAAABCw/1c3v0FZPDMw/S220/meatgetty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703474417895080605.post-3673146599883724800</id><published>2008-08-08T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:17:12.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>A Single's Prayer</title><content type='html'>Orginally posted on 11/7/07 on &lt;a href="http://tmbcello.blogspot.com"&gt;Cello Girl Talks&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I know that my worries will not improve my circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;I know my current pains, will not be my forever pains.&lt;br /&gt;I know You cry harder than I do.&lt;br /&gt;I know Your plans are far grander than my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I know You "get it" when others don't.&lt;br /&gt;I know You can put words to my sobs.&lt;br /&gt;I know You are always faithful even when I am not to You.&lt;br /&gt;I know all of this... and tons more.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, why can I not feel it?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I just feel so empty?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I just feel so hopeless?&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to bridge that gap between my head and heart?&lt;br /&gt;Can I do anything?&lt;br /&gt;Show me, Lord. Teach me, Lord. &lt;br /&gt;I know You are the answer, but what part of You?&lt;br /&gt;The Caring Father?&lt;br /&gt;The Loving Husband?&lt;br /&gt;The Faithful Friend?&lt;br /&gt;The Just and Merciful Judge?&lt;br /&gt;The Watchful Shepherd?&lt;br /&gt;Which One will break through that barrier and connect with me now.&lt;br /&gt;How can I embrace all of You, and give You all of me at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I do!&lt;br /&gt;I do, Father.&lt;br /&gt;I do, Husband.&lt;br /&gt;I do, Friend.&lt;br /&gt;I do, Judge.&lt;br /&gt;I do, Shepherd.&lt;br /&gt;I do, God.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I do. &lt;br /&gt;I just want my head and heart to match. &lt;br /&gt;So, whatever it is, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703474417895080605-3673146599883724800?l=nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/3673146599883724800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703474417895080605&amp;postID=3673146599883724800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/3673146599883724800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/3673146599883724800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/2008/08/singles-prayer.html' title='A Single&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>TiNA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13948012094531466600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SWGMQWzs5zI/AAAAAAAABCw/1c3v0FZPDMw/S220/meatgetty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703474417895080605.post-1956971042539795431</id><published>2008-08-08T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:14:39.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>Friendships... Are we true?</title><content type='html'>Originally posted on 4/13/08 on &lt;a href="http://tmbcello.blogspot.com"&gt;Cello Girl Talks&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a single woman I feel as though I have a lot of "friends".  Some of course closer than others.  A couple of weeks ago I sent out an email to a bunch of my closest friends and co-workers asking for prayer for my mom.  I mentioned that she was really sick, and I was really worried.  This seems a normal thing to do.  When trouble hits, I always want prayer to be a first reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of people who I have known for only a short amount of time contacted me, prayed with me, and followed up about my mother's condition.  Those who saw me in tears gathered and briefly prayed with me while I was fasting and praying for my mother before her doctor's visit.  Those were amazing times where I felt the hand of God speaking through my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I was actually shock and disappointed at the reactions I did not receive from this email.  There were many others who did not reply at all.  No questions about what was wrong with her, no follow up as to how she is, and no "Tina are you ok?"  I cannot lie, that hurt.  Some who I saw as my close friends left me in this hour of need.  Still worse were the couple of people who glossed over it, and in the same reply turned and asked me for something they needed from me.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use this example as an instance in my life of not feeling loved and supported by some of my friends, but... I am more often on the other side of this circumstance.  I admit... I am often a bad friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think being single and the fact that my life decisions and daily activities only center around me makes me so selfish.  (note: I not saying that all singles are selfish or that it is not possible to be married and selfish... just see this as a pattern in my life.)  I know that with me it is so often out of sight out of mind.  This is the sin I struggle the most with: being self-centered.  I see emails come through from friends and prayer requests.  I try to type out an email prayer or short response, but I rarely follow up with them later.  Even from small group to small group, I forget the requests of the other members. It is true that caring is in the details.  Good friends remember stuff about each other and look out for one another. I have some friends that I can tell you what they don't like on their sandwhich, but when it comes to their parent's name, I draw a blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I improve?  Here are some steps I would like to take to be a better friend in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  When I get a prayer request, set an outlook reminder to ask how the situation is in a few days or afterwards (if it is something like surgery)&lt;br /&gt;2.  Ask more questions... even take notes if I have to to better remember the details&lt;br /&gt;3.  Pray more for my friends... journal prayers and write down their names&lt;br /&gt;4.  Be more vocal of my expectations from communication, if I want people to follow up or pray with me, or check on me... put that in there instead of assuming people will do it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just some first steps... I know the change really must happen in my heart and habits, in that order.  As Jesus says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 15:13&lt;br /&gt;Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not write this for any friends who I emailed that did not respond to feel guilty, but to show how that hurt opened my eyes and that I would like to ask forgiveness for my hurting you in the same way in the past.  I do not lay down my life for you, instead I so often let it get in the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703474417895080605-1956971042539795431?l=nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/1956971042539795431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703474417895080605&amp;postID=1956971042539795431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/1956971042539795431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/1956971042539795431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/2008/08/friendships-are-we-true.html' title='Friendships... Are we true?'/><author><name>TiNA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13948012094531466600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SWGMQWzs5zI/AAAAAAAABCw/1c3v0FZPDMw/S220/meatgetty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703474417895080605.post-2913172328154252418</id><published>2008-08-08T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:14:47.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singles ministry'/><title type='text'>The Quiet Simple Life</title><content type='html'>Originally posted on 4/16/08 at &lt;a href="http://tmbcello.blogspot.com"&gt;Cello Girl Talks&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems for a while I have been living the "quiet simple life".  I have a group of friends I hung out with, a small group I see weekly, some weekends I volunteer at church, then others I just set a relaxed schedule usually by myself just not bothering anyone or causing wakes in the pond.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some transitions happened in my life that moved friends away or me away from friends (how every you look at it).  In this I have found myself doing more alone and being ok with it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday night I was invited to hang out with some girls and watch a movie.  I had seen this movie several times in the week before, but I went to see it again.  It was so much fun.  I had forgotten the joy of watching a movie with friends.  How sad it that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tonight after the Jadon Lavik concert I went out with a bunch of folks from EPIC (our post-college ministry).  Again... I had forgotten how much fun it is to go out and eat with a group of friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I have been so worried about burdening people with my presence, that I had forgotten what joy can come from sharing experiences with friends.  How could I have gone so far that I forgot this?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this common in the single life?  Or is this a me thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703474417895080605-2913172328154252418?l=nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/2913172328154252418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703474417895080605&amp;postID=2913172328154252418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/2913172328154252418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/2913172328154252418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/2008/08/quiet-simple-life.html' title='The Quiet Simple Life'/><author><name>TiNA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13948012094531466600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SWGMQWzs5zI/AAAAAAAABCw/1c3v0FZPDMw/S220/meatgetty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703474417895080605.post-7655949901912768871</id><published>2008-08-08T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:05:12.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singles ministry'/><title type='text'>Singles Ministry Through a Child's Eyes</title><content type='html'>Orginally posted on 4/25/08 at &lt;a href="http://tmbcello.blogspot.com"&gt;Cello Girl Talks&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was driving home from dinner with Marti and we got on the topic of singles ministry... SHOCKER, I know.  :)  We were talking about how churches could do a better job reaching singles.  Sometimes the focus is so much on families, but it seems like the stastics are changing.  People are getting married older and more marriages are ending in divcore.  With the singles community and single parent community growing and hurting, why is that more churches are not jumping in and giving singles a place to land.  A place that focuses on bringing them to health, first in their relationship with God, so that they can be in healthy community.  We wondered if there was anything more we could do to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the course of the conversation I started remembering back to a church I went to as a child.  At the end of Sunday School row there was this one room.  It was in the far corner of the building.  I would have to pass it to get over to the other building where my youth group met.  This room was always dark and the people were not smiling.  I couldn't see why anyone would want to go to that Sunday School class.  I remember asking once and was told "that is where people go if they are divorced".  I remember a couple of other ladies being a part of my life as a child who were in their 20s or 30s and not married, but they were always teaching a youth or children's Sunday School.  They would not go to that class.  They seemed to always be giving, but never got and have since left the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were my observations as a child, but I wonder how true they would still be today in so many churches.  I have a feeling many places are still that same way, but I don't know for sure.  I hope to continue encouraging churches to reach out to the singles community in their area.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just fyi...  I totally agree that we should teach and build healthy families in churches.  I do not think it is an either/or situation... instead it is a both/and situation.  Singles are a family unit... they are just a family of one.  With that comes different needs and it must not be ignored or looked over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703474417895080605-7655949901912768871?l=nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/7655949901912768871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703474417895080605&amp;postID=7655949901912768871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/7655949901912768871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/7655949901912768871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/2008/08/singles-ministry-through-childs-eyes.html' title='Singles Ministry Through a Child&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>TiNA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13948012094531466600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SWGMQWzs5zI/AAAAAAAABCw/1c3v0FZPDMw/S220/meatgetty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703474417895080605.post-8987886492269867335</id><published>2008-08-07T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:12:41.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about this blog'/><title type='text'>Why this blog? - Video Edition </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="padding:0px; margin:0px; display:block"&gt;&lt;object width="435" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://seesmic.com/embeds/wrapper.swf"/&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#666666"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="video=F2JB3yuthe&amp;amp;version=threadedplayer"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://seesmic.com/embeds/wrapper.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashVars="video=F2JB3yuthe&amp;amp;version=threadedplayer" allowFullScreen="true" bgcolor="#666666" allowScriptAccess="always" width="435" height="355"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(embedded video above for you RSS readers)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703474417895080605-8987886492269867335?l=nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/8987886492269867335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703474417895080605&amp;postID=8987886492269867335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/8987886492269867335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/8987886492269867335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-this-blog-video-edition.html' title='Why this blog? - Video Edition '/><author><name>TiNA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13948012094531466600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SWGMQWzs5zI/AAAAAAAABCw/1c3v0FZPDMw/S220/meatgetty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703474417895080605.post-2832204555118807534</id><published>2008-08-07T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:14:59.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about this blog'/><title type='text'>The Good Girl: A nun in street clothes</title><content type='html'>Originally posted on &lt;a href="http://tmbcello.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cello Girl Talks&lt;/a&gt; on June 30, 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the author who brought you the opening chapters of &lt;a href="http://tmbcello3.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok.html"&gt;"The Elephant's Ready... Let's get eating!"&lt;/a&gt; and the Famous &lt;a href="http://tmbcello.blogspot.com/search/label/nugget%20of%20truth"&gt;Nuggets of Truth&lt;/a&gt; blog column now comes the opening ideas for her new book attempt: "The Good Girl".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems like I have been a good girl all my life: a good daughter, a good sister, a good friend, a good employee, a good boss, a good Christian, a good girl.  I hope to add to that list one day a good girlfriend, a good wife, and a good mother.  As I think about it though I feel like a nun in street clothes, without the career stability.  Do not get me wrong, I am not saying I am perfect, I am far from it.  I have been bad on occasion, but overall I have toed the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question I have to ask myself, is why have I been so good?  It is because I was never presented some of the opportunities that caused others to be "bad"?  I have never been offered illegal drugs.  I have never had a boyfriend or guy ask to have sex with me.  No one has even offered me a cigarette.  People just all knew I was good and would say no.  So though I cannot see the nuns clothing, I guess they can.        &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703474417895080605-2832204555118807534?l=nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/2832204555118807534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703474417895080605&amp;postID=2832204555118807534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/2832204555118807534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/2832204555118807534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-girl-nun-in-street-clothes.html' title='The Good Girl: A nun in street clothes'/><author><name>TiNA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13948012094531466600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SWGMQWzs5zI/AAAAAAAABCw/1c3v0FZPDMw/S220/meatgetty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4703474417895080605.post-7802539246959823006</id><published>2008-08-07T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:12:29.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about this blog'/><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my new blog.  I am &lt;a href="http://tmbcello.blogspot.com"&gt;Cello Girl Talks&lt;/a&gt; and started this blog to specific deal with issues related to singles and singles ministry.  I pray God will use this blog to encourage other singles and those who have a heart for singles.  My first set of entries are copied over from my personal blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4703474417895080605-7802539246959823006?l=nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/feeds/7802539246959823006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4703474417895080605&amp;postID=7802539246959823006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/7802539246959823006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4703474417895080605/posts/default/7802539246959823006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nuninstreetclothes.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>TiNA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13948012094531466600</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2Bhf3DG6G4/SWGMQWzs5zI/AAAAAAAABCw/1c3v0FZPDMw/S220/meatgetty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
