<?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-200463324200587503</id><updated>2012-01-26T20:06:10.787-06:00</updated><category term='espresso shots'/><category term='bitter aftertaste'/><category term='iced coffees'/><category term='starbucks'/><title type='text'>Amy's Space</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-3147544071451908024</id><published>2011-11-30T07:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:03:10.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heartfelt Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;There's nothing like suddenly hearing a timeless Christmas song come on the radio and letting it transport you to another time and place. For me its a warm home filled with family surrounded by fresh snow outside.. And oh the delicious hot chocolate by a fire. It's my ideal Christmas setting in a simpler time.&lt;br /&gt;Although I will probably not get to take a lot of Holiday vacation off of work, or get to warm by a fire while the snow falls. I will always allow myself to feel the warmth of my perfect Christmas in my heart, enjoying the best in the little things throughout the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/200463324200587503-3147544071451908024?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/3147544071451908024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/3147544071451908024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2011/11/heartfelt-christmas.html' title='A Heartfelt Christmas'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-6711597214104559497</id><published>2011-09-21T08:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T09:14:23.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iced coffees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espresso shots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter aftertaste'/><title type='text'>my beloved.</title><content type='html'>dear Starbucks..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how do i love thee.. let me count the dollars.. ive spent on your coffees over the years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you could say the extensive love affair began back in my college days. the hours of studying and homework in the afternoons before and between classes spent at the nearby starbucks. the morning ritual of obtaining the iced coffee i was almost immediately hooked on. and now i find myself asking.. where did it all go wrong? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sure, i still cannot seem to pull myself completely away from the drive thru window each day before work.. but there is definitely something different about my usual &lt;b&gt;venti iced coffee &lt;/b&gt;with a shot and cream, that is causing me to desire it less and less..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive found my beloved drink now leaves a definitively &lt;b&gt;bitter after taste&lt;/b&gt;, reminiscent of &lt;b&gt;day old coffee.&lt;/b&gt; ive tried to order extra cream to cover the bitter taste but it dosent quite do the trick. So, if you see me coming round less and less often, my dear, know that it is the bitterness with with you now taint your iced coffees and espresso shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are we perhaps streatching our coffees and shots thinner and hiking our prices to deal with a recession-esq economy. tisk tisk.. that is not a proper way to deal with an economy such as ours.. we LOWER the prices until demand rises back up, and then we can level off our prices. sounds like too many deep greedy pockets whom are attempting to keep profitable margins securely on the books - whilst sacrificing quality and taste and soon... their loyal customers such as myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-6711597214104559497?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/6711597214104559497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/6711597214104559497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-beloved.html' title='my beloved.'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-7621963569387985212</id><published>2011-09-18T08:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T13:04:35.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>grow up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;on a more personal note..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;if i have done such an injustice to anyone as to upset them in any way.. PLEASE bring it to my attention and lets talk it over like adults. and stop talking badly behind my back to my family instead of talking it out with me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grow up and lets deal with it face to face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got to ask myself.. what kind of person harbors something against someone and talks about it to everyone else but the person that has offended them? how long will it be drug out? be man or women enough to bring it up in person in the right setting and lets work to forgiveness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you and that is all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-7621963569387985212?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/7621963569387985212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/7621963569387985212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2011/09/grow-up.html' title='grow up.'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-3464499121511139765</id><published>2011-09-18T08:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T08:57:11.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>primer</title><content type='html'>my beloved smashbox bronzing primer will no longer be gracing the shelves of cosmetic retail stores.. sadly enough. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive been forced to use the illuminating primer in it's stead. its nice enough but i will never understand why my bronzer had to go before its time. seems like they couldved kept it and let go of one of their many other less popular and redundant 'photo ready' crap ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-3464499121511139765?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/3464499121511139765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/3464499121511139765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2011/09/primer.html' title='primer'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-847806815868633262</id><published>2011-05-26T07:41:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T14:55:10.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a not so great idea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TjMaxx&lt;/span&gt;-an-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ista&lt;/span&gt; that i am, i found my self yet again at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TjMaxx&lt;/span&gt; on my lunch break. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; found many a great thing for the kitchen and some hardy pieces for the wardrobe as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while in the checkout line there are always several &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;temptations&lt;/span&gt;. including but not limited to: yummy chocolates. this time i noticed my favorite chocolate considerably marked down and decided to give in. after i got to work and began to indulge, i found out why it was so cheap. the chocolate was dried up and old. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BLEH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TjMaxx&lt;/span&gt; is a great place for last minute &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150203503320116.326869.316197810115#!/photo.php?fbid=10150203503335116&amp;amp;set=a.10150203503320116.326869.316197810115&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;theater"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;unique wrapping paper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but not your favorite chocolates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-847806815868633262?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/847806815868633262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/847806815868633262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2011/05/not-so-great-idea.html' title='a not so great idea'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-2041093718385569734</id><published>2011-04-20T08:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:06:10.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>thought and thanks for the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A little more genuine and a little less practiced...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling thankful this morning. I feel full of thanks and gratitude for God's mercy that is new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-2041093718385569734?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/2041093718385569734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/2041093718385569734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2011/04/thought-and-thanks-for-day.html' title='thought and thanks for the day.'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-727944904552868129</id><published>2011-02-22T10:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T07:57:02.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life to be Had</title><content type='html'>"A successful life is achieved one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;responsible&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; at a time." -Amy L. Stewart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lesson I am coming to realize more and more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-727944904552868129?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/727944904552868129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/727944904552868129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-to-be-had.html' title='A Life to be Had'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-3510208910708819579</id><published>2011-02-01T14:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T14:15:58.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a quote from a very wise man.</title><content type='html'>"America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter, and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Abraham Lincoln&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-3510208910708819579?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/3510208910708819579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/3510208910708819579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2011/02/quote-from-very-wise-man.html' title='a quote from a very wise man.'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-2153827688990299583</id><published>2010-12-22T10:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T11:18:25.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lord, please help me to remember that people and loved ones i know may be going through troubled emotional times, which is especially hard for them during this holiday season, so they may not do everything exactly how i think they should. And help me remember that is not a reflection on how they feel towards me. and please help me to love them anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-2153827688990299583?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/2153827688990299583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/2153827688990299583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2010/12/lord-please-help-me-to-remember-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-6376866914957862419</id><published>2010-12-06T08:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:57:33.368-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Lord</title><content type='html'>for your unyielding Love... and Mercy that is new each and every morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-6376866914957862419?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/6376866914957862419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/6376866914957862419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank you Lord'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-8148845628322494788</id><published>2010-11-05T08:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:20:13.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YES and Amen!</title><content type='html'>"Be &lt;strong&gt;Strong&lt;/strong&gt; in the Lord, and in the &lt;strong&gt;Power&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;em&gt;His&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Might&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'if &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; be for you, WHO &lt;em&gt;Can&lt;/em&gt; be against you!?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- These scriptures are resounding in my mind and spirit this morning and I have a strong desire to just yell them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be encouraged!!!! God is &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; father and He &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; go before you and prepare the way. Trust in HIM!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-8148845628322494788?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/8148845628322494788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/8148845628322494788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2010/11/yes-and-amen.html' title='YES and Amen!'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-7730026959970895864</id><published>2010-10-25T14:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:27:54.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>i &lt;strong&gt;will &lt;/strong&gt;be strong... willed, hearted and in character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i will lift mine eyes unto the hills from which comes my help (strength). MY help. Comes. From the Lord. Who made heaven and earth!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-7730026959970895864?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/7730026959970895864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/7730026959970895864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2010/10/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-4639420080814355793</id><published>2010-10-20T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T15:44:02.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a Pink thought..</title><content type='html'>I am definitely NOT against any awareness causes and especially not Breast Cancer awareness.. however I have noticed ALOT of Pink/for the Cure marketing going on.. and i find myself wondering.... if this cause hasn't raised enough money to find a cure by now.. I'm not sure they ever will...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-4639420080814355793?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/4639420080814355793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/4639420080814355793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2010/10/pink-thought.html' title='a Pink thought..'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-6854276736820752905</id><published>2010-10-14T07:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T07:51:24.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my God</title><content type='html'>is an awesome God, working unimaginable miracles daily.. im so thankful for His love and endless mercy He has shown me. His name is Jesus. He is a friend that sticks closer to us than a brother.. AND He has said He will never leave us...He is with us Always. I'm eternally greatful..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-6854276736820752905?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/6854276736820752905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/6854276736820752905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-god.html' title='my God'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-5321844129886480999</id><published>2009-09-11T17:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T17:05:53.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one day</title><content type='html'>i shall live on a beautiful beach somewhere (hawaii)..... it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=3396043540&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=0bd1babbd9b136533803fba15be17112&amp;amp;position=2&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/getflair/viewflair.php?id=2595505&amp;amp;ts=proftab"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=3396043540&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=0bd1babbd9b136533803fba15be17112&amp;amp;position=2&amp;amp;' + Math.random();return true;" href="http://apps.facebook.com/getflair/viewflair.php?id=2595505&amp;amp;ts=proftab"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-5321844129886480999?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/5321844129886480999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/5321844129886480999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-day.html' title='one day'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-6443974481659786454</id><published>2009-08-31T18:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:51:46.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is hard. God can help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-6443974481659786454?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/6443974481659786454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/6443974481659786454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-1215490504551463575</id><published>2009-08-22T10:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T14:11:16.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hit the ground running</title><content type='html'>Ok so here's a story i think of ever so often... when i was about eleven, we went to visit my fam in east texas. my cousin who was about my age also, had a horse so we both jumped on and took off on a trail through the woods (i of course completely unfamiliar with horses). the trail came to a bit of an incline so the horse picked up pace suddenly causing us to fall off, hitting the ground hard. however, as we fell to the ground the horse took off without us. I was ready to take my time getting back up to go after it as i was in pain from the fall - my body was aching all over. but not my couson. She shot up and took off running after that horse. i didnt have time to think any more about my pain because i had no choice but to follow her example and basically hit the ground running after the run away horse. my cousin was able to catch her horse and we walked it home. it still amazes me how she jumped right up from the fall and took off, and how i had to follow her quick example or be left behind lost in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-1215490504551463575?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/1215490504551463575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/1215490504551463575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok-so-heres-story-i-think-of-ever-so.html' title='hit the ground running'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-2347102771561357362</id><published>2009-07-22T19:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:44:02.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yup.. its kinda where id like to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://amyking.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/aloha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://amyking.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/aloha.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/200463324200587503-2347102771561357362?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/2347102771561357362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/2347102771561357362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='yup.. its kinda where id like to be'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-7360674699796616283</id><published>2009-06-14T23:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:19:28.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>battle</title><content type='html'>it makes sense that the battle would be the hardest right before the victory. that would be when you are the most tired... mentally, physically, spiritually.. so when you feel your weakest, be encouraged the end is nearing. ive come too far, to give up now !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-7360674699796616283?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/7360674699796616283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/7360674699796616283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2009/06/battle.html' title='battle'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-8742711614540089461</id><published>2009-06-11T20:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:28:11.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i say we party &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-8742711614540089461?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/8742711614540089461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/8742711614540089461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-say-we-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-3396914908790742854</id><published>2009-05-31T14:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:56:37.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yum..</title><content type='html'>bluebell vanilla ice cream with hot fudge..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; not part of my diet! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-3396914908790742854?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/3396914908790742854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/3396914908790742854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2009/05/yum.html' title='yum..'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-977386350006485985</id><published>2009-05-16T13:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:18:35.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a tan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.casacreole.com/fotos/SunsetAtPigeonPoint,Tobago,Caribbean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 438px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.casacreole.com/fotos/SunsetAtPigeonPoint,Tobago,Caribbean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think... {an issue i go back and forth on}&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/200463324200587503-977386350006485985?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/977386350006485985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/977386350006485985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-tan.html' title='i need a tan'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-8364386196832618064</id><published>2009-04-28T22:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:01:52.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>words to live by</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Corinthians 12:9&lt;br /&gt;9But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. 10That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. &lt;strong&gt;For when I am weak, then I am strong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=49&amp;amp;chapter=11&amp;amp;verse=4&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luke 11:4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive us our sins, for we also forgive everyone who sins against us. And lead us not into temptation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 18:20-22 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;21 "Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother when he sins against me? Up to seven times?"&lt;br /&gt;22Jesus answered, "I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-8364386196832618064?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/8364386196832618064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/8364386196832618064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2009/04/words-to-live-by.html' title='words to live by'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-4431719953412744488</id><published>2009-04-18T13:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:45:30.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His sWord</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;'For the Word of God is sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.' - I love it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Word is so sharp when we hear it, we can feel the slicing pain in our hearts and spirits. Let your Word Change me Lord!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-4431719953412744488?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/4431719953412744488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/4431719953412744488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2009/04/his-sword.html' title='His sWord'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-8720537982426338886</id><published>2009-04-07T17:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:49:38.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love.</title><content type='html'>Greater love hath no man than this, that a man would lay down his life for his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm can you imagine - giving your life, so that your friends might live..? its hard to... but it also makes me think of sacrificing my pride, etc.. in order to share my testimony with others. Or being a witness, that they might have the eternal life God offers to all. I pray that i can be brave enough in the face of questions - no matter where i am or what im doing, that others may LIVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-8720537982426338886?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/8720537982426338886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/8720537982426338886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2009/04/love.html' title='love.'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-15319734238472309</id><published>2009-03-28T20:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:09:32.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LIFE</title><content type='html'>as i sat in lady's conference fri night - i looked over the beautiful crowd of godly women and was reassured: THIS IS THE LIFE FOR ME. There is no other way of life worth living if its not living for God. I am so thankful my Mom invited Amanda and I to join her and my Aunt Donna at ladys conference in Lufkin (she is the most generous/thoughtful Mom EVER and i love her with all my heart). IT WAS AWESOME. I received so much renewing strength from God and we rejoiced and danced in His presence Sat morning before heading home. AMAZING. LOVED IT. NO OTHER WAY TO LIVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-15319734238472309?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/15319734238472309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/15319734238472309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2009/03/life.html' title='THE LIFE'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-517336752066642810</id><published>2009-03-23T20:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T13:31:58.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh lord, you know</title><content type='html'>i have no friend like you&lt;br /&gt;if heaven's not my home&lt;br /&gt;oh lord what will i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the angels beckon me&lt;br /&gt;to heaven's open doors and i&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT FEEL AT HOME IN THIS WORLD ANYMORE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song..i especially loved when Bro Patrick used to sing it at Conroe... awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;it's the song in my heart though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-517336752066642810?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/517336752066642810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/517336752066642810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-lord-you-know.html' title='oh lord, you know'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-7246110265775907694</id><published>2009-03-22T00:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:25:27.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STAND STRONG</title><content type='html'>Sometimes its a cold, harsh world. Seems like some that are closest to you know how to be the meanest... but i want to say a few words to encourage and remind, and that is to stand strong in the face of adversity, or your advisary. One of my favorite sayings is: Never give up. Never give up. Never give up.  Face the challange head on, Eye to Eye and keep your back strait and your head high (not your nose). Never back down. Kill them with kindness (sincerely) as they say. I may be meek but that in no way means I will ever be weak. IF GOD BE FOR US, NO ONE can be against us. I am not perfect but I know that my God is and I can definatly trust in what His Word says. Stand strong with sincerity. Stand strong with love. God will be standing with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-7246110265775907694?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/7246110265775907694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/7246110265775907694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2009/03/stand-strong.html' title='STAND STRONG'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-5251175709105119417</id><published>2009-03-19T20:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:47:23.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna live on the beach please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.funmax.com/Tahiti_water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 457px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.funmax.com/Tahiti_water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.african-safari-and-travel-advisor.com/images/beaches-mozambique-matemo-boat-w-rani-resorts-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.african-safari-and-travel-advisor.com/images/beaches-mozambique-matemo-boat-w-rani-resorts-b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kenyaodyssey.com/images/beaches-and-islands_beaches-and-islands_top_839_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 454px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.kenyaodyssey.com/images/beaches-and-islands_beaches-and-islands_top_839_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/200463324200587503-5251175709105119417?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/5251175709105119417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/5251175709105119417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wanna-live-on-beach-please.html' title='i wanna live on the beach please'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-6661714491470404799</id><published>2009-03-16T17:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:40:17.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what Easter's really all about..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00468/SNN1253B_682_468343a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00468/SNN1253B_682_468343a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's to you Cadbury! the yummiest, chocolaty eggiest, down right bestest candy the world over. What would Easter be without you? well i suppose it would still be a decent holiday... BUT it would definately not be.. as yummy! I love this chocolate egg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00468/SNN1253B_682_468343a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.thesun.co.uk/multimedia/archive/00468/SNN1253B_682_468343a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-6661714491470404799?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/6661714491470404799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/6661714491470404799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-easters-really-all-about.html' title='what Easter&apos;s really all about..'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200463324200587503.post-6542235789698084682</id><published>2009-03-13T12:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:43:15.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>Friday is here again... Praise his Holy Name! soooo busy at work right now... uuugggggaaaarrrgggh..... whos with me on that? yah, prolly everybody.. i SO need His peace with me at work right now. I'm thankful He is ALL powerful. AND He is with me ALWAYS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/200463324200587503-6542235789698084682?l=amystew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/6542235789698084682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/200463324200587503/posts/default/6542235789698084682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amystew.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbxLenPpGzI/TkwbsmHvf5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RINwl0DlJkk/s220/MeonCouchHOLGA.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
