tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74116685369301436022024-03-14T01:18:28.292-07:00Living In SpanglishLife Lived With an Apostolic MindsetAnali Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06262137902292071386noreply@blogger.comBlogger201125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411668536930143602.post-40195909630731269942017-11-16T13:56:00.003-08:002017-11-16T13:56:35.920-08:00After The Approval But Before The "I Do".<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was recently reading some of my old relationship blog posts from my abandoned blog.<br />Like <a href="http://spanglish101.blogspot.com/2016/04/what-nobody-talks-about-after-youre.html" target="_blank">"What Nobody Talks About When You're Engaged"</a> and <a href="http://spanglish101.blogspot.com/2014/02/love-isnt-enough.html" target="_blank">"Love Isn't Enough"</a> (which I still wholeheartedly believe for you single folk).<br />
<br />Which got me thinking about a few things that happen after the approval of the leadership in ones life (Pastor and Family).<br />
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Before you keep reading you have to understand that I don't believe in the whole "there is only one person who is the will of God for you" idea.<br />
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I personally think that God wants us as Apostolics to marry somebody who believes the same as us. Is baptized, has the holy ghost, lives a holy separated life, ect. And the rest is up to us.<br />
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I mean if you don't want to spend the rest of your life married to somebody who can't chew with their mouth closed, then don't. If that makes sense.<br />
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And in a gist, that is what this post is about -marrying somebody that <b><u>YOU</u></b> want to be with the rest of your life.<br />
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Remember that courting is about finding out if that particular person you are interested in is a match for you. This means that just because a courtship ends, it does <i>not</i> mean that it was unsuccessful. It might actually mean the opposite - courting worked and you were able to see they were <i>not</i> a match for you.<br />
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I understand sometimes it is hard to see through the cloud of emotion and the whole lovey dovey stuff, but like I mentioned above - Love is not enough.<br />
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Remember the best we get is when we are dating, and honestly, it is not fair to your spouse if you ask them to change something you <i>knew</i> they were doing before you were married.<br />
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It's like marrying a drunk and expecting them to change just because you married them.<br />
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And this sets you up for an unhappy marriage.<br />
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So do yourself a favor, and if you see a character flaw that you personally can't live with (jealousy, anger, arrogance ect.) end the relationship - even if the world around you wants you to be with that person.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Btw guys, I've had a baby! I will do a life post some other time lol</span></div>
Anali Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06262137902292071386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411668536930143602.post-77581257930556267182016-05-09T07:30:00.000-07:002016-05-09T09:14:14.414-07:005 Myths about Marriage Single Ladies Believe <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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1. <b><u>You need to know how to cook</u></b> - I've noticed many young ladies who believe you need to know how to cook to be ready for marriage. So not true! You need to be <i>willing</i> to learn. In the day and age we live in, it is really easy to look up a recipe online or get a recipe book. You just need to be willing to learn. Being a good cook does not equal marriage readiness.<br />
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2. <b><u>The "honeymoon stage" means fireworks everyday</u><u> </u></b>- Before I got married my mom told me "Remember, you are two different people with different opinions". Living with somebody new takes some adjusting. Remember you're learning how to live, and deal with somebody other than yourself and your family. The truth is that you will have some tense moments as the two of you are getting used to each other. All healthy of course!<br />
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3. <b><u>Marriage makes you complete </u></b>- Marriage <i>does not </i>make you complete. Jesus does - getting married does not change that. If two people love God, and let Him make them complete. Imagine how much stronger they can be when they become one!<br />
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4. <b><u>You need to be less independent to be marriage material</u></b> - This is a tricky one. I remember my dad telling me that mature, educated women intimidated men. Truth is, they intimidate boys (can somebody say ouch?). An education, maturity, and independence (<i>not </i>hardheadedness), does not disqualify you from being marriage material. Now, the humility of a woman is a different thing. Nobody wants a woman who is throwing her successes in your face daily and making you feel like you aren't enough. Just sayin'. <br />
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5. <b><u>Your future husband will be perfect </u></b>- Are you, as a future wife perfect? No ma'am. I sure wasn't, I sure aint. The key is finding somebody who has flaws you can live with. *insert thumbs up emoji here*.<br />
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There are definitely many <i>many </i>more, but these are only a few. Have a nice week !Anali Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06262137902292071386noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411668536930143602.post-34815866117188345462016-04-11T07:00:00.000-07:002016-04-11T07:00:04.717-07:00Education and The Pride of Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">It's been a little over a year since I graduated with a Bachelor's of Science in Nursing. Not only did I put my parents through 6-ish years of dealing with a moody<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>college/nursing student, but I put my family and friends through a 4+ hour public institution graduation <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(shout-out to my kindreds and Brother Kifle!)</span>. Did I mention that they completely butchered my name when I walked the stage for a glorious 5 seconds? <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(lol)</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I did it because it was considered a right of passage. Also, finding out that I was officially a registered nurse that same morning put me up to the <i>long</i> day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Now that I am a married woman, left the nest, and have my own job <span style="font-size: x-small;"><strike>bills to pay </strike><span style="font-size: small;">I can reflect on my educational journey and common hurdles young apostolics face in college and speak on my personal experiences. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">In a <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">nuts<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">hell<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">, </span></span></span>I was a first generation college student, daughter to loving immigrant parents; figured out the educational system pretty much by myself, and got into <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">nursing school.</span> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqJ225yA9UeOIt2YzpcJJ0ouitSh56r4M8qaqeQtajiZq6lA4mcbVk_SHOZAoXxMXStyujl44YzxSlX6f4TJAKE61EfC9efIxb9b61w7eFwt2a3KqR9Xj5lYoxHxnDdRmzp3hhAWIXpLiW/s1600/hr_1222_038_895__1222038895007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqJ225yA9UeOIt2YzpcJJ0ouitSh56r4M8qaqeQtajiZq6lA4mcbVk_SHOZAoXxMXStyujl44YzxSlX6f4TJAKE61EfC9efIxb9b61w7eFwt2a3KqR9Xj5lYoxHxnDdRmzp3hhAWIXpLiW/s320/hr_1222_038_895__1222038895007.jpg" width="213" /></a></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> I started out at a local community college where I was part of the <a href="http://puente.berkeley.edu/" target="_blank">Puente Project</a>. This program completely changed my life and helped me realize my potential and passion. Through this program I did a lot<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">. </span>While I was <a href="http://spanglish101.blogspot.com/2011/06/year-2-of-college-and-puente-club.html" target="_blank">club president</a> we earned enough money to take a trip to Southern California to look at Universities; we tutored students who were learning English, earned money for Japan after the earthquake, and much more. Even after my days in the program were over, I was asked to be<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> the</span> <a href="http://spanglish101.blogspot.com/2012/06/push-yourself.html" target="_blank">keynote </a>speaker at <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">some of their</span> <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ev<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ents</span>.</span> <span style="font-size: x-small;">(It's actually interesting being able to see these old blog posts.)</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Then I was accepted into a very competitive <a href="http://spanglish101.blogspot.com/2012/07/im-going-to-be-nurse.html" target="_blank">nursing program</a>. So through most of my schooling I was<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>proud of myself, <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">but not<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> in a "I did this my<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">self" type of pride, because </span></span></span>I could see Gods hand in every step of the way<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">A quick example of th<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">is</span> is when I asked God to allow me to get into a nursing school <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">in the<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> Bay Area so I wouldn't have <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">to <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">move a<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">way<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">, and it happened. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span>I'm <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">sure there are many <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">individuals <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">as I, </span>who</span></span> have sought God in all paths and have prospere<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">d,</span><b><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> bu</span>t that is not to be misinterpreted to let pride swell.</b> </span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span>
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thankfully, God was always tugging at my heart and letting me know what way to go. </span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I remember turning down a leadership camp to go to Pacific Coast Camp<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> - it</span></span> <i>hurt</i>. </span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /><u><b>It hurt this ego of mine!</b></u><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> The <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">ego that you have too.</span></span> Yes you, whoever you are, you have an ego too. What I mean is that you have a fleshly body that<i> loves</i> to be lifted up.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">A flesh<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> t</span>hat has <span style="color: purple;"><b>pride</b></span>.<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> That loves to say - "<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">look what I did"...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;">"For all that <i>is</i> in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: small;">The older I get, and the longer I walk with Jesus and strive to get <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">closer to <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Him<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">. The less the cares of this world matter. It'<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">s crazy how you could be so passionate abou<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">t something (mine was <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">serving<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"></span> <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">undeserved</span> populations<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">), and the next thing you kno<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">w, <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">winning their souls <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">matters more...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span class="p">I really don't know how to end this post, so I guess I'll just end it by saying that the danger of allowing ourselves to be<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> </span>boasted up in our own wordly <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">accomplishments</span> lies in <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">everything</span>,<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> not only in </span>education<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">. Bu<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">t young people are specifically <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">susceptible in my option</span>. </span></span> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span class="p"><br />As for me, I thank God that He knows the innermost parts of my heart and knows what is best for me. After all, he did move me <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">from</span> the all-mighty Bay Area to the alien town of Roswell, New Mexico! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span class="p">But I guess that's a post <span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">for another time. :)</span></span></span></div>
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When we hear about two individuals getting engaged we nearly see floating hearts around the couple every time they walk into a room.<br />
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But there are questions, fears - thoughts, that come up with the "yes" answered to this very important question. (It's the "will you marry me?" question if you didn't figure it out)<br />
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I remember being newly engaged, Joe had flown back to New Mexico and I was flooded with different emotions. Good and, not so good. The first not-so-good question that popped into my mind was - "What if he's <b>not the one</b>?" and others followed. Sine there were questions and fears mixed in with the excitement and joy of the engagement,<b> I thought something was wrong with me</b>.<br />
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I would go down a mental check list.<br />
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<li>Pastors approval ✓</li>
<li>Parents approval ✓</li>
<li>Did I pray/fast about it? ✓ </li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Did the important people in my life approve? </span></span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">✓</span></span></li>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">And the list went on and on. I knew that above all, I had prayed and fasted about it. That within myself, in front of God during prayer, I knew, HE knew, I would drop the relationship in a second if I ever felt God was telling me to. I had seen too many failed relationships to go against God and the man of God in my life. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">So what was my issue? Was I missing something? </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I was having a normal response to a<i> very</i> important commitment I was going to make in a few months. A response that came up due to my <b>respect for marriage</b> and simply because it was a whole new chapter in my life. Not only was I going to get married, but I was going to move away from the place I had called home for many years. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">You see, I'm not the type to get carried away with emotion. I thoroughly think things through and I'd like to think I'm pretty logical about things. So when I would hear about young ladies getting swept off their feet and constantly being on cloud 9, I thought I was supposed to act like that too. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Which is absolutely not true. </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">As our genetic makeup varies, so does our emotional being. Which is why I chose to write this blog post. For other people who think too much like me<b>.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">On a happy note - I remember thinking to myself right after the wedding how it felt like none of the doubts were ever there. It was kind of amazing actually, feeling like you're finally with your other half. The half you never knew was missing. <b> </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Before I end this post I have to say that sometimes doubt <i>is</i> a sign that something<i> </i>is wrong. In my case it wasn't, but it's something that needs not to be ignored, <i>just in case </i>something isn't right. Because just because you get the approval from everyone, doesn't necessarily mean you're meant to be with that particular person, but that's a whole other subject. <b> </b></span></span><br />
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Well this post is going to be about, you got it, the proposal. *sighs and smiles*.<br />
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It all started with Joe surprising me and arriving a few days earlier than he was supposed to. My parents and Joe pulled this off by telling me that they (my parents) were going to pick me up to go get something at Macy's. I remember thinking "I don't need anything, what shall I get? A down pillow. Oh yeah". To my surprise when I opened the car door, Joe was in the back seat (therefore no down pillow was bought, lol)<br />
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During my excitement, I texted Hanna and Jen and told them Joe surprised me and got here early and even got me an iPad for Christmas (we opened gifts early). Hanna kept ignoring the fact that Joe surprised me and kept asking about the iPad, which I thought it was funny.<br />
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Later on I found out she was trying to avoid talking about Joe because she, and all my close friends, knew Joe was coming (apparently they knew since heritage about the proposal). Anyway, my parents, Joe and I went to dinner at the beautiful Fairmont in San Francisco. It was Christmas time so everything was decorated with lights, (and those who know me know I love lights!).<br />
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At the beginning of it all I was a little suspicious, but I didn't want to get ahead of myself so I just enjoyed the dinner and the night. Before dinner we went to the rooftop garden that overlooked the city. <br />
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Dinner was finished and Joe said he wanted to go to the rooftop again to get another picture. That's when I knew something was up. We stood in front of a light post and then he handed me a little note for me to read. Those that know Joe, know that he is the quiet, observant type (most of the time).<br />
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So he had been writing me letters every week for a month, leading up to this night. Each letter talked about one reason he loved me. So when he handed me this letter/note, it was the last of the series. He had me read it out-loud, and when I read the line "I want to ask you one question" he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him.<br />
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To this day Joe says I never actually said yes, because I kept nodding while crying, but didn't say yes.<br />
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I actually have a video of the proposal but it's very dark and all you can see is Joe's shadow getting low and my hair swinging back and forth as I nod. All you can hear is my dad telling my mom to make it brighter. LOL.<br />
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When we got home Hanna and brother Kifle took Joe and I out to see Christmas lights (if I remember right there were none, haha). Click <a href="http://thekiflechronicles.blogspot.com/2014/12/god-unfolding-rose-in-real-time.html" target="_blank">HERE</a> to see Hanna's mini blog post about us. Hanna asked us to tell her about the night and I told her everything. When she asked Joe's account of it, he just said "We went to dinner, I got down on one knee, and she said yes"...men I tell ya. lol. So that was the proposal, and here are some pictures from that night and engagement pictures. <br />
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Anali Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06262137902292071386noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411668536930143602.post-76640722939194971562016-03-17T11:02:00.000-07:002016-03-17T11:02:28.857-07:00I'm Back!Well, since the blog police has been after me for some time now (*ahem* Mary, Jen, Hanna) I have decided to start blogging again.<br />
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First off, for those that didn't know. I got married last August and moved to a different state. So I'll be posting about my engagement and wedding first, with lots and lots of pictures. In the meanwhile, enjoy these sneak peeks.. stay tuned! <br />
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Anali Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06262137902292071386noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411668536930143602.post-10932495939169497682015-03-30T17:02:00.001-07:002015-03-30T17:04:29.219-07:00I'm Not Dead! - I'm Engaged!Yeah, I'm not dead ya'll! I'm actually alive and well, like very well. As in, like, I'm-done-with-nursing-school-and-I'm-engaged well. Heh heh.<br />
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<br />Anali Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06262137902292071386noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411668536930143602.post-68685383746943175322014-12-18T23:31:00.000-08:002014-12-18T23:31:00.133-08:00A Little Venting about ModestyWell, I guess I'm not exactly venting <i>about </i>Modesty, but more like people's perception of modesty.<br />
I mean, what <i>is </i>modesty? Really?<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">Alrighty, then how about scripture?I know there are a bunch, but for the purpose of this blog, let's look at 1 Timothy 2:9. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;">"In like maner also, that women adorne themselves in modest apparell,
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">I was looking through some Apostolic blogs about fashion.. and I was a little upset by seeing lovely ladies, with accessories who's worth could pay off my student loans.... and I don't get it? </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">I understand if things are found at Thrift stores and what-not, and it's okay to splurge from time to time, but my personal opinion is that we are slowly drifting from modesty when the price of our clothes and accessories are everything <i>but</i> modest. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">Plus, I hate when I look at cute outfits and they are rocking an outfit that is worth like $1,000, because that means that I definitely can't replicate it. lol. </span></span></div>
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Anali Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06262137902292071386noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411668536930143602.post-10150034551087933582014-12-12T23:09:00.002-08:002014-12-12T23:09:42.523-08:00Birthday Happenings! Hello blog world! I turned 24 this past Friday and here is a summary of the birthday happenings.<br />
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On the day of my birthday, my dear friends from nursing school treated me to breakfast. Anybody who knows me well knows I LOVE breakfast, so it was a blast!</div>
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And then the folks at Denny's sang Happy Birthday to me and brought me ice cream....for breakfast.. anyway, I thought it was embarrassing. Anybody else think it's embarrassing when people sing Happy Birthday to them? LOL </div>
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That night, I had the muchachas at church come over to play games and hang out, not necessarily for my birthday, but because 2 of them were heading to Mexico. It ended up being a Birthday celebration anyway. It was mighty sweet of them, they brought gifts and even made me a cake... that didn't cook on time, so Karina (in blue) bought me a cake! I was totally flattered! </div>
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So that night, all the important people in my life managed to say Happy Birthday except for Coco. Which was funny because I knew he knew, but didn't say it. I didn't get mad, since Coco and Hanna were taking me out for lunch the next day, but saw it as an opportunity to give him a hard time.. heh heh. </div>
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Which I totally did...until he asked me when his birthday was and I didn't remember lol. </div>
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I have to say that my favorite part of this lunch was the following slip-up when Coco was ordering his food.</div>
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Coco: "a Cocaine-col....Coca-cola please"</div>
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So yeah, that was it! Thank you for all the lovely people who wished me Happy Birthday. </div>
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<br />Anali Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06262137902292071386noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411668536930143602.post-76825192551146113502014-12-01T18:59:00.001-08:002014-12-01T18:59:32.647-08:00Dear Teens, Do You Think God Can't Use You?Fifth Sunday just recently passed, and I can't help but think about Fifth Sunday's a few years back.<br />
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Way back before we had our amazing pianist/worship leader (I guess it wasn't way back, it was just like 2-3 years ago lol) my church was stuck with me (poor church lol).<br />
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Looking back, I was just 16/17 when I started leading worship. I guess this may not mean much to some, but those that know me, know that I am not 5th or 6th generation Pentecostal, I didn't grow up in the church, nor am I a pastors daughter or granddaughter, and I am by no means a Jennifer Connell when singing/playing (love you kindred!)<br />
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As a matter of fact, my mother and I are the first Apostolic-Pentecostals in our family. <br />
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As the young people in my church are turning into adults, pre-teens and teens, I wonder how many of them know that God<i> really can</i> use them.<br />
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<b>God can use anybody who is willing, regardless of age. </b><br />
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Going back to the fifth Sunday reference, I remember that I would literally go into a panic before almost every fifth Sunday during the years I was in charge. I felt so...so.... minute...so little compared to the great musicians of Bro.Rushing's church (their worship is still amazing by the way), and I just didn't want to go up there to be honest.<br />
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I felt embarassed.<br />
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But man oh man did I have some of the best experiences in my walk with God as a young person while I was in charge of the worship.<br />
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I remember when the presence of God would move upon the congregation while my church's little-to-no-English-speaking choral would sing.... I was in awe... utter amazement....I felt unworthy, but honored at the same time to have been granted the chance to have a part in an amazing move of God.<br />
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So you think God can't use you? Do you think you are just a teen? a young person?<br />
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Anali Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06262137902292071386noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411668536930143602.post-46084620927108578962014-06-06T15:53:00.000-07:002014-06-06T15:53:00.434-07:00Oh Man, I Sure Stink!If you are Apostolic, you know about a sir called Peter. Ya know, the one that God gave the keys of heaven to? <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Mathew 16:19) </span><br />
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But before Peter preached Acts 2:38, he was a fisherman... a stinky fisherman.<br />
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We've heard it before - God picks the lowliest people so His name could be glorified. I mean, he picked a <i>fisherman</i> to preach his work. A stinky fisherman. Metaphorically speaking, we all stink too -- our sin reeks! Because we all know that we sin in some way or another.<br />
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Recently, a brother in my church preached about Peter and his stinkiness, and he reminded the church that God works through weakness -- not strenght.<br />
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As my favorite scripture states <b>"My strength is made perfect in weakness" </b> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Corinthians 12:9</span>.<br />
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Where am I getting at. Well, I was thinking. Is it possible that God chose <b>me</b>, <i>because</i> I'm weak? Not just your regular "weak", but I mean <i>always </i>weak.<br />
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Is it possible that he knew that I would continuously be seeking Him to make me better? That I would always be working on something? Did He chose me because I <i><b>stink</b></i>?<br />
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Well if that is so, I'm sure glad I stink! If God is going to be glorified by my imperfections, then let it be so.<br />
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You see my friends, if you know me well enough, you will know that I tend to be a bit hard on myself. Every time I've done something I wasn't supposed to <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(Now don't let your minds wander. We all do things we aren't supposed to at times. It can be breaking a fast easrly, not reading your bible or something else. ) </span>I feel extremely bad. I basically condemn myself.<br />
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So for me, having this revelation that God picked me <i>because </i>he <b>knew </b>I would <b><u>never </u></b>be perfect is a great thing.<br />
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I know that as Apostolics we are to get stronger in the Lord as we continue in our walk with God, but that doesn't mean you need to act strong... <br />
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My little Hanna graduated this weekend! </div>
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Man oh man, I am so proud of her. You see my friends, a nursing degree isn't like your regular degree... I'm sure that there are many challenging degree's out there, but I dare to say none quite like nursing! </div>
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To give you an idea, one time I ran into a nursing student when I had barely started my program and the first think I was asked was "Have you cried yet?".</div>
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Anyway, Hanna graduated! And I'm kind of sad because the only socialization I had while in nursing school was studying with her. lol. oh well! </div>
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This is a tradition in most nursing schools. I don't feel like writing the history so you can google it if you like. lol.</div>
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Miss Hanna walked the stage on Friday! Earlier that morning she was in shock to find out Kendra came. Her face was absolutely priceless. Never seen her so stunned in my life. lol. I'm sure Mary can tell the story better than I can. She has pictures of the surprise anyway. </div>
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Her party was fun. Got me some much needed Vitamin D. lol.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Congratulations Hanna! We love you! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And I'm so very proud of you! </span></div>
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Here enjoy some baby pictures of her lol. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>"I will praise thee; for I am fearfully <i>and</i> wonderfully made: marvellous <i>are</i> thy works; and <i>that</i> my soul knoweth right well."</b></span></div>
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Anali Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06262137902292071386noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411668536930143602.post-5910398948130387032014-05-16T20:05:00.002-07:002014-05-16T20:12:16.309-07:00Is Nursing a Calling or a Profession?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"<i>Why do you want to be a nurse?"</i> - that is about the most common question asked to a nursing student. </div>
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So here is a post about why I wanted to be a nurse and what nurses even do, because let me tell you that the general public has <b>no</b> idea. </div>
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When I was sixteen my grandmother was sent home on hospice to spend her last days at home. She was dying from metastasized cancer. Because she was on hospice, a nurse would come by daily to administer her medication. On one occasion, the dose of Morphine administered was enough to sedate my grandmother through the whole day. Because of the medication, my grandmother could only moan in response when spoken to her. Her spirit was there, but her body was too weak to physically move.</div>
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At the young age of sixteen I though the nurse had accidentally administered too much Morphine and I though the language barrier played a part in this incident. So I wanted to be an advocate for my future patients, I wanted to bridge the gap between language and healthcare (because less than 3% of nurses are Latino/a! ).</div>
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Fast forward seven years later, my reason for wanting to be a nurse has dramatically changed. </div>
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I now know that the nurse taking care of my grandmother that day was administering the dose of Morphine to help my grandmother, not harm her. After all, the goal of hospice isn't to cure people, but to make them as comfortable as possible in their declining health status- even if it means quickening death. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(For example, if somebody is in major pain the nurse will give morphine even if it decreases respiration). </span></div>
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Nurses.... they're just.... amazing. </div>
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Honestly, I never knew the amount of knowledge they held, and most people don't know either. </div>
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Nurses have this....this.... ability, to look an an individual and look at the whole picture. Not just the illness. </div>
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You see, nurses aren't just giving meds and cleaning up bodily fluids all day. They are a mix of a medical professional and a counselor - a constant listening ear. </div>
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Nurses witness individuals taking their first breath, and their last. </div>
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And let me tell you this, if you are ever hospitalized you will see nurses more than any other medical professional. </div>
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When a patient suddently gets worse or needs a new medication, the nurse is the one who calls the doctor, and often times makes suggestions on the treatment they may need.</div>
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We are told in nursing school that we are "the last line of defense". What does that mean? Well, if for some reason there is a wrong medication/s <span style="font-size: x-small;">(or dose)</span> in a patient's chart, the nurse is the last to see it and verify it before it gets to them. So yes, nurses are highly trained medical professionals. They aid in life or death situations, and are trained to notice possible problems early on to prevent complications.<br />
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But aside from all of that, the pure <b>meat</b> of nursing is the care rendered to patients... our patients...</div>
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What do you see in nursing? In nursing school? Humanity. <b>Pure humanity.</b></div>
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Yeah I still remember patient _ who was admitted for electrolyte imbalance, weakness and dehydration. His nurse told me he was irritable and withdrawn. But if you talked to him you would find out his mother had passed away a few months ago and he had no family in the bay area -- he was an elderly man living by his absolute self. </div>
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I remember that at the beginning of my shift he would complain, he denied his nursing assessment and wanted to be left a lone, but by the end of the shift he laughed a few times and lost at arm wrestling several times. Yup you heard right, I arm wrestled my patient per his request - but it made him laugh! haha. </div>
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Or how about _, who is probably still waiting at the hospital for a bed to open up at one of the homeless shelters. But she sure loved karaoke! Music made her come alive - it was amazing to see!</div>
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And how could I forget _, a back slider who immediately recognized me as Pentecostal when he saw me. We talked through most of my shift where I found out his sad life story ... I still pray for him</div>
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You may say <b>"</b>That's so sad! How could you do it?".</div>
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Well, there is something so <b><i>beautiful</i></b> about being able to see people in so many different situations in life. <span style="font-size: small;">To see people without the front they put up on a daily basis. </span>No fake smiles.. just people being the person they would be in their home with their family. </div>
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Plus, it's not all sad! Some of my favorite moments include:</div>
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<li> Seeing love at it's best. </li>
<li>Seeing a father look at his baby for the first time. </li>
<li>Seeing somebody wake up to his family after being asleep for five weeks (seriously amazing btw).</li>
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This isn't just <i>some </i>profession. It really makes you look at humanity differently. </div>
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All I can say is that I hope I can one day be as amazing as some of the nurses I've seen.</div>
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One more year to go! Wooohoo! Oh, and I'm sure glad I didn't drop out of nursing school!</div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(yep, I almost quit - got the major change form and everything. But that's a different story lol)</span></div>
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Happy Momma's Day to all you lovely moms out there! </div>
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I know I suuuuure love mine :).</div>
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Hello my abandoned blog readers. Here is a random post </div>
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No I have not died</div>
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Church has been great and we've had a baptism every month and sometimes more than one!</div>
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Hey, here is a picture of my kindreds!</div>
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Here ya go!</div>
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Yes I am super cheesy :)</div>
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Okay back to my school work! ;)</div>
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<br />Anali Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06262137902292071386noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411668536930143602.post-19436921047326771862014-02-28T15:42:00.001-08:002016-04-11T09:13:59.115-07:00Love Isn't Enough<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">** Before I start this blog post, please keep in mind that what is said on this post is solely <i>my </i>opinion and does <u>not</u> apply to married couples.*</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*Also, please bare with me through the blog post, if you only read the beginning it may be taken out of context. Thanks :)**</span><br />
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In Song of Solomon 8:6 it says "for love <i>is</i> strong as death". Isn't that a strong statement? Think about it.. "for love <i>is</i> strong as death". Wow!<br />
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But what is real love? We know the biblical context of love, and we know that Jesus loved us enough to die for us, but what about now? Of course, I'm not going to sit here and try to explain what real love is, because at my young age I don't think I can.<br />
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What I can say is that I believe <b>real love</b> (in a romantic relationship)<b> comes after marriage</b>. You know, after you've seen your loved one with morning breath, sick to their stomach, messy hair and all <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(I know my humor is gross, but that's one thing that nursing school does to you. lol)<span style="font-size: small;">-- After your relationship has been strengthened through trials and troubles. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">And honestly, It's hard for me to think or believe that love is <i>that</i> strong during the courting days. Although I do believe there is a "type" of love that exists before marriage, but not that concrete/strong love that can only come after marriage. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">You must be asking "Okay soooo where are you going with this?"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well if you are asking yourself this, I congratulate you, you are as impatient as I. But here is where I am going with this. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Throughout the years, I've known countless young ladies (can't speak about the guys) who think that when they "fall in love" with somebody, they must stay with them. As if "love" was a fairy dust that can make all your premarital problems go away.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wrong. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wrong.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wrong. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Love"- or that particular definition of love, <b>cannot</b> fix legitimate problems. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">It cannot:</span></span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Stop continual fights between you two</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Stop his/her temper</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Stop his/her shopping addiction</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Change his/her selfishness</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Stop them from being self-centered</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Change his/her <b><i>worldiness</i></b></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Stop an addiction<b><i> </i></b></span></span></li>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">and the list can go on and on and on.. <b><i> </i></b> </span></span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">If you are in a relationship with somebody that has traits that you would <b><u>not</u></b> like your husband/wife to have, then why stay with them? </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Let me explain where this rant is coming from. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have a friend that is near and dear to my heart (not in church) and she tells me about certain things her boyfriend does that makes her mad. You see, this lovely lady is traditional and comes from a different country, and thinks "love" conquers all. But all I keep thinking in my head is "run sweet girl, run, run, run".</span></span><br />
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<b>"Love" is not a reason to stay with somebody. </b><br />
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It's an nasty statement, but it's true.<br />
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<u><b>If somebody is not husband/wife material, staying with them will only hurt you in the long run. </b></u><br />
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Okay, the blogging itch is gone, so now I'm done.<br />
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Man, I must be so annoying with my strong opinions and all. Oh well, it's my blog so I can rant all I want. lol ;) <br />
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<br />Anali Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06262137902292071386noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411668536930143602.post-78016614327185796712014-01-05T21:31:00.000-08:002016-03-21T10:41:09.343-07:00My Winter Break<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well, my winter break is over...it's so sad...but guess what? I can officially say that I graduate next year!!!!</div>
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Honestly, I could hardly wait until the new year to officially say that lol.</div>
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And since I didn't put up any blog posts I shall give you guys highlights in pictures. </div>
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As a true Mexican that I am, we celebrate on Christmas Eve instead of Christmas (lol). My family didn't show up until like 9PM, true Mexican time I tell you. lol. </div>
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We finally decorated for once so yay. </div>
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And I had the grand idea to decorate with marshmallows with a very handsome helper...(ahem lol).. anyways, this was the finished product. </div>
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On Christmas Day we went to Christmas in the park and went into this really elegant hotel. Pretty pretty!</div>
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A cool phone booth randomly in down town San Jose </div>
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The day after we went to SF and I went into the City hall for the fist time EVER! It was sooooo pretty in there. </div>
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Happy New Year all! Let's make it a good year!</div>
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Anali Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06262137902292071386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411668536930143602.post-54742076295074231352013-12-14T13:11:00.005-08:002013-12-14T13:16:50.867-08:00I'm On Break!Hello blog world! Just a quick update about my life.<br />
The most important is that I have successfully completed one more quarter of nursing school. Not only that but I didn't hurt anybody either! yay ! lol. I'm kidding, I am safe I promise. <br />
I had my first 5 weeks in maternity, and can I just say that our bodies are amazing and God created us perfectly! My last 5 weeks were on a medical floor with lovely patients, nurses and a lovely instructor! If you guys want to hear stories about nursing school.....boy oh boy do I have some now. LOL. My poor boyfriend and Hanna hear about all my stories all the time.<br />
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I turned 23 :)</div>
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<span class="main-fl"><i>noun</i></span> <span class="pr">\<span class="unicode">ˈ</span>skep-tə-<span class="unicode">ˌ</span>si-zəm\</span><br />
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My name is ___ ___, and I'm a skeptic.<br />
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Anything that is lovely and good I analyze. I don't just <i>think </i>about it it- I analyze it down to the t.<br />
I search every crevice, every closet and drawer for "the other side of things".<br />
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And then that sticks to the back of my mind like a peace of gum under a nice chair with pretty bright decorative pillows.<br />
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My dear friend Mary often jokes about how I'm her conscience, her realist friend- but there is fine line between being a realist and being a skeptic.<br />
Try living a life where wonderful things are happening to you and you just can't help but think of the "other side"?<br />
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I felt like I was living under a curse.<br />
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Think about it. The core of our existence as Apostolics is Jesus, and our love for Him.<br />
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Only like 0.05 of people who read this will get it. haha <br />
<br />Anali Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06262137902292071386noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411668536930143602.post-18780092377870339622013-11-15T14:12:00.004-08:002013-11-15T14:12:54.377-08:00WCC 2013 I'm going to make this short and sweet.<br />
<br />WCC was a blessing like always, and it's always good seeing friends. Even if I wasn't as social this year... ahem. lol<br />
I really didn't take that many pictures either so oooops!<br />
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confident person, at one time people thought I was because of how I carried
myself, but that was all an act. I did not grow up in church so for me low
self-esteem manifested itself in a different way. I was a very active child I
played competitive soccer and danced competitively. I was never petite girl. In
my Nana’s New York accent, “Your built like your motha.” I have broad shoulders
and well I am not a twig LOL. Being taller and stronger than most of my twiggy
friends really lowered my self-esteem. But I cracked jokes and got used to being
in the back of those stinky shortest to tallest lines. When I hit sixth grade
acne attacked and my beautiful toe-head blonde hair resembled dirty dishwater…
This is when my mommy (bless her heart) took me to a salon to dye my hair for
the first time. Then we headed off to Clinique for some make-up. </div>
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Through middle school I always
tried to be the loudest (now I no longer have to try), I was competitive, and wanted
to be what others wanted me to be. I succeeded and turned myself into a party
girl. High School was no better!
Modesty was not even in my vocabulary; I thought I needed to show everything
off so someone would like me. I ran track but I never tried my hardest because
guys liked girls who were dainty… I would have to say my bad decisions just lowered
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College, oh wonderful Sac State, I
finally got to be whoever I wanted to be! I chose bottle blonde, tons of
make-up, and party girl…plus rugby player. Not much of a change from High
School. I broke my leg my first semester playing rugby, all my so called
friends didn’t want gimpy tagging along so I didn’t party, but this caused my
self-esteem to crash! Friendless I finished out my first year and entered my
second. Needing a change I tried to get into church. In High School I tried but
it never worked. Among other issues with the church I was attending, no one
lived a separated life, and there was not power just a sinner’s prayer. Which I
had repeated over and over but it never worked. So in college I knew I needed
something more, I began attending a college group that was assemblies of God.
During this time my brother and his girlfriend at the time (now wife) began to
witness to me about the oneness of God and Jesus name baptism. This is what I
needed. On November 23, 2009 I was baptized in that beautiful Name and filled with
the wonderful gift of the Holy Ghost!</div>
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Some of you are probably thinking
what is with this long drawn out history of the life of Courtney Mary Thaler,
but without this history lesson you would never understand the work that God
did with my self-esteem. So I got saved at 19, but I was not in a holiness
church. But God began to deal with me. My full face of make-up to cover up my
cystic acne and to bring out my eyes, was washed off and thrown away a couple
months after receiving the Holy Ghost. The first time I read about Moses coming
down from Mount Sinai I knew the make-up had to go. Then I began to feel that
my pants were no longer modest outside of church, so I threw them out! I had
one jean skirt and one church skirt that is all I wore. I realized if you
couldn’t love me with my pimpled and dented with scars face, then you didn’t
love me. If you didn’t like the fact that I covered myself up then you weren’t
the one for me. When I got into a holiness church I completely understood that
no flesh could glory in the presence of God.</div>
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tattered self-image. He began to show me how He viewed me. He revealed to me
that I am fearfully and wonderfully made, that He loved me before I was even
formed in my mother’s womb. I was His and He was mine! Finally I had found the
love I had been searching for, the acceptance that I had always needed. And the
best thing… Apostolic people come
in all shapes and sizes! I am 24 now and still feel like there is so much God
needs to work on in me, but I know who I am in Him. I still get frustrated that
my hair is frizzy, but I love who I am now. God had healed my cystic acne and
my scars are fading some people are shocked when I tell them how bad my skin
was at one time. God’s love is what helped my self-esteem, without Him, I am
nothing!</div>
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So my best advise to someone who is
battling low self-esteem… GET INTO THE PRESENCE OF GOD. That is the answer, because
you will get to know Him, and how He views you. Let me tell you how He views
you is whole lot better than how you view yourself. Don’t compare yourself to
others, because they will never be you and you will never be them. Don’t set
yourself up for failure; the only one you can compare yourself with is God
because He should be your measuring stick. Search for things that you like
about yourself that do not involve your dress size or how clear your skin is.
Discover what makes you tick, what is your passion? For me it’s teaching. I
love teaching whether it’s a bible study, or teaching my students, its what I
enjoy and what I am good at.
Finally fall in love with His word, you will find His love in there
waiting for you!</div>
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about to read is in no way meant to evoke pity or other emotions of that
sort.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is the hope of the author that
the content will be a help to those who need encouragement.*</span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>To be
honest, this self-esteem post is pretty hard for me to write.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The only way I know how to truly be a help is
to be honest about my struggle with self-esteem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know there are people out there who have
never had a bout with it, and to those people, God bless you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, I know what it is like to constantly
battle with feeling substandard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In
fact, I am still in the process of healing.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>As I begin
my post of encouragement, I will give a brief history of my struggle. When I
was in my preteen years, I was awkward looking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I was chunky with big feet, long fingers, and buck teeth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To make a long story shorter, I was(am)
highly critical of myself and that got me into trouble when I was in high
school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I constantly compared myself to
others, thought they had it way easier in life because they were prettier so
they were able to make friends, be more included and so forth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was during this time that I was close to a
girl who was not a good influence and who I wanted to be like. She was skinny,
bubbly, pretty, guys always liked her, and people were always around her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is when I thought skinny equaled pretty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, I barely ate and I tried to get as skinny
as I could be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Think this indicates
problems with self-esteem, confidence, and self-image?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You are right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>During this time, I was doing great in school
and involved in church. But inside, I was miserable and going through a dark
time in my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When you are not
comfortable with who you are and what you look like, it is hard to get along
with others because you think they think horrible things about you but it is
really your own mind that is messed up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It was also around this time that I was always being talked to by
authorities in my life because people would say I was snobby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, to me, I was not snobby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was shy and did not know how to conduct
myself around people because I did not like myself so I figured they would not
like me either.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anyways, this all
accumulated into nights where I would go to sleep on a wet pillow and a heart
torn into pieces.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did not know how to
cure what I had done to my own self.</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_YesFqMGl7mPmsqwBsVHrYYCIeEPhDu7C24q7WFkcEEyIyTXLFLx51T51UzUQYwRpVeBXT2LnRtEMdcXn4Vi2Bm6w9Gywb5Z25RLr_vA3C0vBjqqyTHLbhpM9j_tWmHKJOJxTnf6Wi_z8/s1600/285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_YesFqMGl7mPmsqwBsVHrYYCIeEPhDu7C24q7WFkcEEyIyTXLFLx51T51UzUQYwRpVeBXT2LnRtEMdcXn4Vi2Bm6w9Gywb5Z25RLr_vA3C0vBjqqyTHLbhpM9j_tWmHKJOJxTnf6Wi_z8/s320/285.jpg" width="320" /></a><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>This is only
part of my story and most people, except my family, do not know about these
intense struggles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A word of advice-many
of us do not know what people are going through just by looking at them and seeing
them interact with others.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some people
that struggle have the ability to look okay on the outside but be in the midst
of a tsunami in the inside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know
because I am one of those people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now
the point of this post is to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">help</i> and
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">encourage</i> those who have these struggles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The way I got through this storm in my life
is PRAYER, the relationship with my parents, and those who cared about me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Let me tell you, it is so very important to
pay attention to the people you surround yourself with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is a major component of how you look at
yourself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We get our self-image from the
mirror, ourselves, family, peer group, and most importantly, God’s Word.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1LqXKbD1T6Mrg_ostZZl1rphW_LoUXDVkvFKWuc2BbiA-tS41IYFmrho_42EpbGN8noUVa2rR_GIMta-CHltsrXVSB-_xYF8n6VWZOZC4RCVANWxfmkPPocCZ1FVxiSLICjPeA0T9-OgJ/s1600/281.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1LqXKbD1T6Mrg_ostZZl1rphW_LoUXDVkvFKWuc2BbiA-tS41IYFmrho_42EpbGN8noUVa2rR_GIMta-CHltsrXVSB-_xYF8n6VWZOZC4RCVANWxfmkPPocCZ1FVxiSLICjPeA0T9-OgJ/s320/281.jpg" width="213" /></a><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>One major
area I would like to address that I feel most girls struggle with when their
dealing with self-esteem is style. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For
the Pentecostal girls still in middle and high school, I have seen the
difficulty they have looking like a Pentecostal and being comfortable in their
own skin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The styles of this world are
gross to put it nicely.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do not be
embarrassed or feel awkward when people stare at you and look you up and down
because you are actually <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">wearing</i>
clothes that <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">cover </i>you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just because girls who wear styles that are
not modest walk around like they think they are something does not mean they
have self-esteem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Because they all look
alike and do not have their own personal modesty and wear heels that are higher
than their moral standards does not mean they have self-esteem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dressing <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">modestly</i>,
being a godly lady whole heartedly exhibits self-esteem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Continuing and practicing this increases your
confidence in which God created you to be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>If you struggle with self-esteem, like I did, you must also increase
your self-regard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We all know about the
armor of God that is written about in Ephesians 6.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As a woman, apply the armor of God to guard
what you look at, what you are drawn to, and what styles are being promoted to
you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Style and fashion are areas that
have been major influencers not only in the world but in the church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What do your clothes say about you?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In my opinion, what a woman wears clearly
dictates what she stands for, what she wants to look like, appear to be, wants
to affiliate herself with, and how highly she thinks of herself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>1 Peter 3:3-6 tells us that our beauty should
come from “…your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit,
which is of great worth in God’s sight.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Who are we trying to please anyways? Each other?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No, we are supposed to be pleasing God.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On a side note, when I had low self-esteem
and would attend conferences, I would very much feel like the ugly duckling
when I saw all the girls dressed up and had their hair done all fancy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am a bun girl who is satisfied with a few
curls here and there and does not dress to the nines.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, I have decided that as long as I am
comfortable, am clean and look as nice as I possibly can, nothing else matters
because I am trying to please God alone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It cracks me up to see girls sneakily trying to check each other out
trying to see what they are wearing, etc.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>So, anyways, to increase your self-esteem, try walking with your back
straight, head held high, and confident in who God created you to be! A modest
skirt, below elbow sleeves, modest necklines, modest shoes, and long hair is
style.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is self-esteem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is showing people just by how you dress
and conduct yourself what you think about you and what you think about the God
you serve and created you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Modesty shows
that you are not intending to draw attention to yourself but to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">who </i>you are on the inside which is what
attracts other people and God.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Inward
attitudes, I believe, express themselves physically.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>As I
mentioned before, friends are an important aspect of self-esteem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Be <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">careful</i>
about who you call a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">friend.</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had to learn the hard way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ask God to bless you with the right friends
who are like-minded and who will draw you closer to Him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Show yourself friendly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went through many trials, tests, and times
when I felt like I was all alone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
cannot tell you how thankful and grateful I am for the friends God has blessed
me with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They have helped me in so many
ways and one of them being my self-esteem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Surround yourself with good people.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>One more
major topic I want to address when discussing self-esteem is…guys.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why is it that being pretty and attracting
the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">opposite</i> sex are the two biggest
plagues of the female species??<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Believe
me, I am still trying to follow my own “preaching.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Place your heart in the hands of God and He
will place it in the hands of a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">man</i>
who deserves it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pray for a man who will
draw you closer to God and who loves God more than anything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you do not love yourself, how can you
expect the only person on earth who will know you the most intimately (besides
your mom and dad) to love you? <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What do
you think God thinks, the one who created your every fiber, when he sees you
degrade yourself and think negatively?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It is like when you give someone a gift you especially picked for them
and think they would love it and when they see it they throw it on the ground,
trample it, spit on it, roll it in mud and water all in front of you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>God made you for a purpose.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He created you with someone in mind who will
love every part of you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He gave you the
gift of life to use it for Him, not to worry about what you look like and if
you will get married.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The pain and
struggles I have gone through with self-esteem is kind of sad because they are
all self-inflicted wounds, scars <a href="http://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a>I have given
myself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Everything I have written in
this post is to help you not do what I did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>If you do not like what you see on the outside, close your eyes and try
to see from your heart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Guard your
heart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Make sure your heart is
clean.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Prayer works wonders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Drawing close to God <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">works</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Excel at developing
who God made you to be instead of trying to compete with others or wanting to
be what you perceive someone else to be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We all have our own struggles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Be
yourself in God.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of my favorite
verses for self-esteem is Psalm 139:13-17, “For you created my inmost being;
you <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">knit</i> me together in my mother’s
womb.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I praise you being I am <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">fearfully</i> and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">wonderfully</i> made; your works are wonderful, I know that full
well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of
the earth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your eyes saw my unformed
body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them
came to be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How precious to me are your
thoughts, God!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You are custom made by
God.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How neat is that!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As you increase your self-esteem, remember
that your goal is to be counted worthy.d</span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">-Eliana Tarazon </span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh89I0wYweXzRkE_rOmkzfdPDMQ_zkFLzdHGMNpyFt_NncyRudc-4S_fami0U5bYyWICaQ_x8NQSgC_2uDWhf47OuIZXkuvqqqhllUVhqm-YBvjzEyU2M5TevX43F7H5BBq24Fu7_hFPuPA/s1600/P1050533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh89I0wYweXzRkE_rOmkzfdPDMQ_zkFLzdHGMNpyFt_NncyRudc-4S_fami0U5bYyWICaQ_x8NQSgC_2uDWhf47OuIZXkuvqqqhllUVhqm-YBvjzEyU2M5TevX43F7H5BBq24Fu7_hFPuPA/s320/P1050533.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">When I hit middle school, oh those were bad times. It was horrible. I hated myself and I don't know why! I hated to take pictures, I avoided looking in the mirror as much as possible, etc. I just thought I was hideous. Of course, it was one of those phases one goes through during that stage of life and along with that, I didn't feel pretty because I didn't have a boyfriend. HA, now I thank God that He's kept me from so much! </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">And then there's the twenty-something years! It amazes me how much insecurity has held me back in the past from being happy to be me. Maybe it's maturity mixed with God's security that has caused me not be concerned about what others think so much. Now, I am NOT advocating going around, giving into every little whim and desire because "who cares what they think!" There's a thin line between Security and Selfishness. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">We all have a God given uniqueness about us. Until we learn to embrace it and allow God to use it, we'll be on a fruitless journey of trying to be/look like someone else. Even now when I have my moments of looking at someone else's life to compare it to mine, I like to tell myself that - That's their story! You can't compare yourself to their's because God is writing Your story.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">*spoken in a fake, exaggerated Texan accent* </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Now this here ain't yer typical self esteem scripture!!</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">(sorry. I'm embracing my oddness.)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">But it isn't the "cliché" Psalm 139 (which I really do love to pieces!) .</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">This is one God showed me through a difficult time in my life. Loved it so much that I typed it and taped it inside of my Bible.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. (Psalm 42:5 NIV)</span></div>
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