<?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-17111993</id><updated>2012-01-14T09:51:55.589-08:00</updated><category term='Jane Austen'/><category term='Missions'/><category term='Worship'/><category term='My Favorite Church'/><category term='Kindermusik'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Ministry'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='God&apos;s Timing'/><category term='Protection'/><category term='Purity'/><category term='Summertime'/><category term='Greed'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Trust'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='Fear'/><category term='Scripture'/><category term='Prayer'/><category term='Anxiety'/><category term='Beginnings'/><category term='Patience'/><category term='Domestic Ventures'/><category term='Mercy'/><category term='Joy'/><category term='Suffering'/><category term='Soulwinning'/><category term='Being Childlike'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Peace'/><category term='Waiting on Love'/><category term='On Being a Woman'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Offense'/><category term='Lists'/><title type='text'>the pippi narrative</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>401</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4145610920162684881</id><published>2012-01-13T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T07:15:07.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As God Wills</title><summary type='text'>Pain's furnace heat within me quivers, God's breath upon the flame doth blow; And all my heart in anguish shivers And trembles at the fiery glow; And yet I whisper, "As God will!" And in the hottest fire hold still.He comes and lays my heart, all heated, On the hard anvil, minded so Into His own fair shape to beat it With His great hammer, blow on blow; And yet I whisper, "As God will!" And at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4145610920162684881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4145610920162684881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4145610920162684881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4145610920162684881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-god-wills.html' title='As God Wills'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-1920561532213267507</id><published>2012-01-11T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T01:55:49.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wont Go Back!</title><summary type='text'>This song has been on repeat for days during my prayer time...I love it!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1920561532213267507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=1920561532213267507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1920561532213267507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1920561532213267507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-wont-go-back.html' title='I Wont Go Back!'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jJKSo7xIL-I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4968703228582225536</id><published>2012-01-10T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:59:11.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through Prayer!</title><summary type='text'>Transcribed excerpts from the sermon "Voices" by Rev. Lee Stoneking "And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive." Matthew 21:22  "I am convinced, thoroughly convinced, that through prayer there is no problem that can't be solved. There is no sickness that can't be healed. There is no burden that can't be lifted. There is no storm that can't be weathered. There </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4968703228582225536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4968703228582225536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4968703228582225536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4968703228582225536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2012/01/through-prayer.html' title='Through Prayer!'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4358652854737742523</id><published>2012-01-10T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:22:34.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray Against--</title><summary type='text'>I was incredibly stirred by an email I recieved from World Network of Prayer this evening-- The following list was extremely applicable for my own life and will probably be for yours as well!   Take a few minutes to ask for God to protect his people and foil the enemy's hindering tactics:1. Physical and mental distractions2. Feelings of heaviness or tiredness 3. Feelings of hopelessness 4. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4358652854737742523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4358652854737742523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4358652854737742523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4358652854737742523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2012/01/pray-against.html' title='Pray Against--'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-3115018326069226086</id><published>2012-01-10T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T15:56:23.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click Here. Read this. Excellent!</title><summary type='text'>Possess the Promise!</summary><link rel='related' href='http://the1stfollower.com/2012/01/10/possess-the-promise/' title='Click Here. Read this. Excellent!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/3115018326069226086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=3115018326069226086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3115018326069226086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3115018326069226086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-need-to-read-this.html' title='Click Here. Read this. Excellent!'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-3657904701297677440</id><published>2012-01-10T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T01:46:35.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you want to see true motives, true intentions, true levels of character and true committment, fast and pray. It NEVER fails to bring all the dirt to the surface.  Despite deep spiritual attack, I am blessed to be part of the deepest move of God I have yet to see in our church.  Thankful God exposes sin, saves the sinner, reaches the hungry heart and protects His annointed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/3657904701297677440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=3657904701297677440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3657904701297677440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3657904701297677440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-you-want-to-see-true-motives-true.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-7382402650881375053</id><published>2012-01-09T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T06:47:31.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Are You Doing With Your Pain?</title><summary type='text'>A deeper look into the life of Chicago lawyer, Horatio Spafford, gives us his heartbreaking interlude with loss. This man bravely penned the beloved hymn It Is Well after enduring the loss of his young family in a tragic accident. I have forever been intrigued with this story, simply for the huge amount of submission to God's sovereignty it requires. The painful, dark place he found himself in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/7382402650881375053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=7382402650881375053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7382402650881375053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7382402650881375053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-is-well.html' title='What Are You Doing With Your Pain?'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-1815833385163289953</id><published>2012-01-01T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T12:31:21.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The music began and the bride walked in. No, I take that back. She "tromped" in. White dress (albeit her 4th or 5th marriage, I can't recall), Harley boots, and tatoos covering her bare back. She tripped on her dress multiple times, finally just yanking it up and marching forward in a huff. And she snorted multiple times. This was the scene from a wedding I recently attended. It was unlike </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1815833385163289953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=1815833385163289953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1815833385163289953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1815833385163289953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/12/music-began-and-bride-walked-in.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-8465072310497714864</id><published>2011-12-31T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T09:44:52.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mercy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Shameless Love</title><summary type='text'>The day Hosea found Gomer living as a prostitute, she was dressed like one. Her hair was wild and her nails were not manicured. Her face tired and wet with tears. She stood alone on the slave table in the marketplace. Men of ill-repute were probably jeering about her and talking obscenely. But not Hosea; he was reaching in his pockets for money to buy her.  "Then said the LORD unto me, Go yet, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/8465072310497714864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=8465072310497714864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/8465072310497714864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/8465072310497714864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/12/shameless-love.html' title='Shameless Love'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-2520156525298189633</id><published>2011-12-24T07:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T07:42:35.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>True love is a high and holy principle, altogether different in character from that love which is awakened by impulse and which suddenly dies when severely tested." ~Ellen G. White</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/2520156525298189633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=2520156525298189633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/2520156525298189633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/2520156525298189633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/12/true-love-is-high-and-holy-principle.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-5008674520930643751</id><published>2011-12-08T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:25:06.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Not called!" did you say? "Not heard the call," I think you should say. Put your ear down to the Bible, and hear him bid you go and pull sinners out of the fire of sin. Put your ear down to the burdened, agonized heart of humanity, and listen to its pitiful wail for help. Go stand by the gates of hell, and hear the damned entreat you to go to their father's house and bid their brothers and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/5008674520930643751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=5008674520930643751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/5008674520930643751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/5008674520930643751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-called-did-you-say-not-heard-call-i.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4286876968213640509</id><published>2011-11-29T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T21:18:41.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Thanksgiving Thankful List</title><summary type='text'>1. My faithful, patient God that is ever teaching, changing and healing me. I love Him the most and only care to complete His perfect plan. 2. My strong, passionate daddy. The epitome of Pastor... ever concerned for the spirit &amp; soul of people. The epitome of provider..He has taken such good care of our family. He gets more done in a day than most men do in weeks. If I can marry a man that loves </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4286876968213640509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4286876968213640509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4286876968213640509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4286876968213640509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/11/post-thanksgiving-thankful-list.html' title='Post Thanksgiving Thankful List'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-6129811500949312690</id><published>2011-11-28T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T20:32:09.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my lifetime, in this order, please and thank you.</title><summary type='text'>One of these.  And we'll go here....and here.One or two of these.. And one or two of these...Best pictures ever, eh? :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/6129811500949312690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=6129811500949312690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6129811500949312690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6129811500949312690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-my-lifetime-please.html' title='In my lifetime, in this order, please and thank you.'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h5PWL46NWRU/TtRZqG8LshI/AAAAAAAAAZU/U_1g04dM06c/s72-c/160933386653878396_q1M77wp1_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-8140519521223096554</id><published>2011-11-26T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T20:22:38.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Out Article on AYC Trip</title><summary type='text'>If you hadn't previously read my account of my missions trip this past summer, check it out at the General Youth Division's www.insideoutmag.org!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/8140519521223096554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=8140519521223096554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/8140519521223096554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/8140519521223096554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-you-hadnt-previously-read-my-account.html' title='Inside Out Article on AYC Trip'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k5dE0dtP8C0/TtG4YDlx4AI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Yf0hrK3nb_w/s72-c/SAM_0419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-5320946645917124246</id><published>2011-11-25T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T16:05:08.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words that make my heart do a little flitter thing.</title><summary type='text'>“So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s gonna be really hard. We’re gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What’s it look like? If it’s with him, go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again. If I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/5320946645917124246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=5320946645917124246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/5320946645917124246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/5320946645917124246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/11/words-that-make-my-heart-do-little.html' title='Words that make my heart do a little flitter thing.'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4397772940491927598</id><published>2011-11-24T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T06:41:38.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selah</title><summary type='text'>Could there be a word as beautiful as Selah for Thanksgiving?  Is there anything that can capture our hearts quite like a stillness to measure the moment? The most significant part of this  day is the pause.... the stillness ... to give thanks to my perfect Savior.   Yes, I have always heard Selah meant "to stop and think" and was in direct correlation to music. I like what I found this morning: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4397772940491927598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4397772940491927598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4397772940491927598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4397772940491927598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/11/selah.html' title='Selah'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-7236502417473137979</id><published>2011-11-22T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:35:37.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“But for now, let me say — without hope or agenda, just because it’s Christmas and at Christmas you tell the truth — to me, you are perfect. And my wasted heart will love you. Until you look like this [picture of a mummy]. Merry Christmas.”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/7236502417473137979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=7236502417473137979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7236502417473137979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7236502417473137979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/11/but-for-now-let-me-say-without-hope-or.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BL27cVyusRU/TsyGDmUohBI/AAAAAAAAAWg/c5Y-Fks0PFI/s72-c/love-actually.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-3563053175049522116</id><published>2011-11-22T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T05:57:37.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Go</title><summary type='text'>By T. D. Jakes There are people who can walk away from you. And hear me when I tell you this! If family can walk away from you: let them walk. I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone. When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your destiny is never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/3563053175049522116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=3563053175049522116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3563053175049522116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3563053175049522116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/04/let-it-go.html' title='Let it Go'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4282832933414048992</id><published>2011-11-14T22:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T22:30:41.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's where she meets Prince Charming, but she won't discover that it's him 'til chapter three. –Belle</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4282832933414048992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4282832933414048992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4282832933414048992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4282832933414048992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/11/heres-where-she-meets-prince-charming.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-6984366630326069490</id><published>2011-11-14T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T20:29:00.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Talk</title><summary type='text'>"Even so the tongue is a little member, and boasteth great things. Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth! And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defileth the whole body, and setteth on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell."James 3:5-6 The spoken word. All of humanity breathes and thrives on them.  They are needed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/6984366630326069490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=6984366630326069490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6984366630326069490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6984366630326069490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/11/sweet-talk.html' title='Sweet Talk'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-3137287267732246318</id><published>2011-10-15T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T20:14:11.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missions in Spain/Portugal</title><summary type='text'>My heart is flooded with joy and my eyes with tears as I lay out this brief account of my AYC trip to Spain and Portugal.  Though I don’t believe I could adequately put into words how deeply every individual on our trip was touched, I hope to bring you a brief glimpse into missions. When I embarked on my first AYC trip this past July, I was unprepared for the many ways it would change me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/3137287267732246318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=3137287267732246318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3137287267732246318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3137287267732246318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/10/missions-in-spainportugal.html' title='Missions in Spain/Portugal'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-3233304431205829020</id><published>2011-05-12T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:30:50.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/3233304431205829020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=3233304431205829020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3233304431205829020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3233304431205829020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/3RMdPu0N7Ho/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-701359097313798581</id><published>2011-05-10T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T06:00:12.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LOVE to go to bed early and get up early. I'm definitely a morning person. But I'm an absolute bedtime junkie.  For me, it's less about the actual sleeping part and totally about the things that make me feel good when I'm preparing  for sleep.  Anything with a  "Sleep Better" claim attached to it: Sound machines with white noise, aromatherapy lotion, bubble baths, books, crazy-high-thread-count</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/701359097313798581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=701359097313798581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/701359097313798581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/701359097313798581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-love-to-go-to-bed-early-and-get-up.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-5026612762789678278</id><published>2011-05-09T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T14:23:30.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joy'/><title type='text'>The Tangled Mess of Joy and Pain</title><summary type='text'>I trained for months for a 1/2 marathon on April, 30. I have illibital band syndrome and three weeks out from the race, I was told to stop training. Race day rolls around two days after I lost my grandpa, so I wasn't about to give up.  So I got up at 4 AM, ate my mini Clif bar, put on two braces and acted like I hadn't missed a day of training. Race begins.  I ran on pure emotion for the first 9 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/5026612762789678278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=5026612762789678278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/5026612762789678278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/5026612762789678278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/05/tangled-mess-of-joy-and-pain.html' title='The Tangled Mess of Joy and Pain'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ftcyl2ahroc/Tcg3pdD0UEI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vGiJWWbRI98/s72-c/footprints_in_sand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-2931870671328129203</id><published>2011-05-09T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T09:25:05.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...To open their eyes that they may turn from darkness to light and from the power of Satan to God, so that they may thus receive forgiveness and release from their sins and a place and portion among those who are consecrated and purified by faith in Me." - Acts 26: 18</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/2931870671328129203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=2931870671328129203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/2931870671328129203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/2931870671328129203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-7470638000750860396</id><published>2011-05-02T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T09:54:37.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My Papa.</title><summary type='text'>One week ago today, I sat in the living room with my parents as my dad explained to me he had just learned that my Papa had a massive stroke. I sat in silent misery and cried. If you believe the Bible to be true, and I do, then my first thought accompanying death is eternity. Please indulge me as I write about the thing that has caused my family the most pain. My Papa was a legend. If you know my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/7470638000750860396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=7470638000750860396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7470638000750860396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7470638000750860396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-week-ago-today-i-sat-in-living-room.html' title='My Papa.'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4346591144693405543</id><published>2011-04-11T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T18:34:53.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I have a secret to share. It's my secret, so no worries if you've told me something that was supposed to go to the grave with me;) I recently saw an ad that made me laugh. It's advertising a financial institution. The woman who has purportedly discovered this company is shown with this permanent smile on her face. The man in her life is also shown with a permanent smile on his face. Whether </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4346591144693405543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4346591144693405543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4346591144693405543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4346591144693405543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/04/ok-i-have-secret-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-8099997894787922172</id><published>2011-04-11T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:40:14.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>53 Days</title><summary type='text'> Feeling completely sentimental about the fact that it is 53 days until my only little brother gets married... to a  precious girl. Officially growing up. So proud of him...and I love her.They are doing great things for God.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/8099997894787922172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=8099997894787922172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/8099997894787922172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/8099997894787922172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/04/53-days.html' title='53 Days'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ShniNoO5hU4/TaNKm4fdEiI/AAAAAAAAAT4/sTZTYQD583Q/s72-c/61294_10150280858280319_504360318_15139950_8021910_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-3885626661982393426</id><published>2011-04-08T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:51:03.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I Would</title><summary type='text'>I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes;I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me,I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soulas it leads. -S.T</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/3885626661982393426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=3885626661982393426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3885626661982393426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3885626661982393426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-would-live-in-your-love.html' title='I Would'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-6404633580348410706</id><published>2011-04-07T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T06:17:55.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Protection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prayer'/><title type='text'>Protected. Again.</title><summary type='text'>Three nights ago, I was completely cozy and sleepy in my nearly perfect bed. I had quickly fallen asleep, then was blatantly awakened by the urge to pray. The direction I felt was strange, but clear. So, per God's prompting, I put on shoes and a coat, and went outside to pray over our vehicles.  My dad has done this before. In fact, when I got my first car, we went outside and annointed it with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/6404633580348410706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=6404633580348410706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6404633580348410706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6404633580348410706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/04/three-nights-ago-i-was-completely-cozy.html' title='Protected. Again.'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4669698756720628835</id><published>2011-04-07T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:14:06.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting on Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Completely,creatively says everything that needs to be said about waiting on the right person. Love it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4669698756720628835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4669698756720628835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4669698756720628835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4669698756720628835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/04/completelycreatively-says-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/igCj3jsbcqs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-503214596809478350</id><published>2011-04-06T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:14:49.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting on Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Breakthroughs &amp; Dreams, God's way.</title><summary type='text'>I have seen the creative handiwork of God in my life so much recently…I cannot help but be humbled by it.  I will do my best to share.  My heart holds to what I believe most female hearts hold to…The quintessential dream of a woman. --To love and be loved by a strong man. To have his babies, lay our hearts out doing God’s work and be in love for 99 years or more. That’s my biggest dream. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/503214596809478350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=503214596809478350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/503214596809478350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/503214596809478350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/04/breakthroughs-dreams-gods-way.html' title='Breakthroughs &amp; Dreams, God&apos;s way.'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4092013419954560539</id><published>2011-03-08T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T20:46:41.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorite Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindermusik'/><title type='text'>Kindermusik: Live and In Action</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.kindermusik.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4092013419954560539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4092013419954560539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4092013419954560539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4092013419954560539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/04/kindermusik-studio-and-classes.html' title='Kindermusik: Live and In Action'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W57k3ncm94I/TZ-esxgpwDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/VMMY19CoTUs/s72-c/Kinder%2B6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-3408591176554972484</id><published>2011-02-22T08:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T08:08:25.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the BUG that never ends..Yes it goes on and on my friend...Remember that Lamb Chop song? Random.Anyway. I am sick of being sick. I have had to cancel my Kindermusik classes for the second time in a week! I just hate exposing the kiddos to sickness.I have to work for the good Doc today and I have a library board meeting tonight. Pray I get to feeling better;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/3408591176554972484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=3408591176554972484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3408591176554972484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3408591176554972484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-is-bug-that-never-ends.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-1670095092660013719</id><published>2011-02-21T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:15:40.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love languages..</title><summary type='text'>Click the title above to take the test.My parents and I just had a discussion about our love languages as a family-- although this has predominantly been used only in marriage relationships. In actuality, it is to be used in general, even with friends and family. If my brother or best friend's love language is Acts of Service and mine is Words of Affirmation, chances are we will be frustrated in </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.5lovelanguages.com/assessments/love/' title='Love languages..'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1670095092660013719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=1670095092660013719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1670095092660013719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1670095092660013719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-parents-and-i-just-had-discussion.html' title='Love languages..'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-7653575672436836272</id><published>2011-02-21T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:35:37.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Success in relationship comes not from finding the right person, but being the right person.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/7653575672436836272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=7653575672436836272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7653575672436836272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7653575672436836272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/success-in-relationship-comes-not-from.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-6391526124158642349</id><published>2011-02-21T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:55:08.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes dreams come true in the bad times. Or maybe, what happens in the bad times gets you ready for your dreams. I think. ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/6391526124158642349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=6391526124158642349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6391526124158642349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6391526124158642349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-dreams-come-true-in-bad-times.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4954156231871800022</id><published>2011-02-20T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:56:07.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Wait</title><summary type='text'>Serene, I fold my hands and wait,Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,For lo! my own shall come to me.I stay my haste, I make delays,For what avails this eager pace?I stand amid the eternal ways,And what is mine shall know my face.Asleep, awake, by night or day,The friends I seek are seeking me;No wind can drive my bark astray,Nor change the tide of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4954156231871800022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4954156231871800022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4954156231871800022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4954156231871800022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/wait.html' title='Wait'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-478687954449578400</id><published>2011-02-20T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:44:09.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/478687954449578400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=478687954449578400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/478687954449578400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/478687954449578400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/youtube-video-player.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vui9Lzg7o_Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-1224557987258284530</id><published>2011-02-17T21:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T23:00:09.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When</title><summary type='text'>When you try to help someone and they cant conceive your love.When your hopes in them are lost because THEY think they are a lost cause.When absolutely all your dreams get switched around. When you cannot convey the depth or heighth of the miraculous power of God. When no one believes in them more than you and no one believes in them less than themselves. When hope is lost.When hope is hard.When </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1224557987258284530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=1224557987258284530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1224557987258284530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1224557987258284530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/when.html' title='When'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-8887546495503490162</id><published>2011-02-17T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T20:41:01.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, Jack</title><summary type='text'>I am watching Sound of Music with my 2 year old nephew. He is absolutely enthralled. His little brother is at the ER with his momma and daddy because he has a really bad cough. I still have absolutely no voice. I am anxious to see if I get it back in time to lead worship Sunday . I had to cancel all my Kindermusik classes today because I can't sing! Fun times. So far, Jack has told me that he HAS</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/8887546495503490162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=8887546495503490162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/8887546495503490162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/8887546495503490162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/oh-jack.html' title='oh, Jack'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-1508597635921633900</id><published>2011-02-15T10:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:38:59.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stones Under Rushing Water</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1508597635921633900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=1508597635921633900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1508597635921633900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1508597635921633900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/stones-under-rushing-water.html' title='Stones Under Rushing Water'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_fxvxn7wwrA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-935868492591916271</id><published>2011-02-15T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T07:13:21.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had one of those days yesterday that was shadowed by deep fear. I've dealt with this for literally years. 10+ years.  Does anyone else get those fear driven days? At the breaking point (there have been many), I raised my hands to the Father and said no MORE. I can't do ANYMORE anxiety or fear. It's satan's most sharpened tactic with me. But yet, somehow I am able to get thru it, to say I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/935868492591916271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=935868492591916271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/935868492591916271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/935868492591916271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-had-one-of-those-days-yesterday-that.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-715152362826429638</id><published>2011-02-14T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T20:46:45.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Teacher; Part 1</title><summary type='text'>The old sage stood slowly, careful not to disturb the thoughts of those young minds seated before him. This was one day in the middle of thousands like it, yet he continued to view it with singular importance. This chance, he knew,was his alone. He walked towards the antiquated, moss-colored chalkboard, pausing before he chose his chalk. After a few heavy breaths, he instinctively began writing. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/715152362826429638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=715152362826429638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/715152362826429638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/715152362826429638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/teacher-part-1.html' title='The Teacher; Part 1'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4161003903603080664</id><published>2011-02-12T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:22:19.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summertime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Timing'/><title type='text'>Wanted: Grass Clippings and Fireworks</title><summary type='text'>The hint of warmth and sunshine we had today made me ever so anxious for spring and summer. Summer is lovely. I am so ready for green grass, sunshine, grilling out and long days. Does it ever seem like to you that seasons last too long? I know they don't...they can't. God keeps perfect time. With seasons..literally...and seasons...of life.  But I often think God needs to hurry it up. Get on with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4161003903603080664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4161003903603080664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4161003903603080664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4161003903603080664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/wanted-grass-clippings-and-fireworks.html' title='Wanted: Grass Clippings and Fireworks'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-3997712448670226471</id><published>2011-02-11T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T22:07:44.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jesus. Smiles. Kindness. Truth. Love. This is how we change the world. The World. Our world. Your world. Mine.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/3997712448670226471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=3997712448670226471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3997712448670226471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3997712448670226471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/jesus.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4956117005750329338</id><published>2011-02-11T20:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T12:04:19.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorite Church'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Valentine's Date Night was a huge success. Thankful to have such a wonderful team. Next year I will be sporting comfy slippers. For sure.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4956117005750329338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4956117005750329338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4956117005750329338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4956117005750329338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-date-night-was-huge-success.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4905170765810704830</id><published>2011-02-09T19:11:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T19:19:18.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I just worked. I love my job! I listened to my audio Bible...Old time Radio shows... and thought about stuff. Here is what I thought: I am so undeserving of the life God has gifted me. I want nothing more than to work my entire life in His kingdom. I am small, He is great. But He loves me...alot. And He loves you.. alot. And that's all we need to know for now. He has our past, present and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4905170765810704830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4905170765810704830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4905170765810704830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4905170765810704830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/today-i-just-worked.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-1100380280202096821</id><published>2011-02-09T19:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:45:24.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other every day.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1100380280202096821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=1100380280202096821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1100380280202096821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1100380280202096821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-is-more-than-three-words-mumbled.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-2136202810451601632</id><published>2011-02-09T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T12:04:48.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorite Church'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>‎5 people received the baptism of the Holy Ghost on a Wednesday night bible study. We don't play around at the Pentecostals;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/2136202810451601632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=2136202810451601632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/2136202810451601632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/2136202810451601632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/5-people-received-baptism-of-holy-ghost.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-7685376813632795350</id><published>2011-02-06T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:11:15.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Will Be The Man-- Warren BarfieldWow. He puts out some great songs...But this one is right up there with Love is not a Fight.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.warrenbarfield.com/' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/7685376813632795350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=7685376813632795350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7685376813632795350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7685376813632795350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-will-be-man-warren-barfield-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4715323458327115512</id><published>2011-02-06T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T20:49:18.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom from Winnie.</title><summary type='text'>Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think.  Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.  ~A.A. Milne</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4715323458327115512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4715323458327115512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4715323458327115512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4715323458327115512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/wisdom-from-winnie.html' title='Wisdom from Winnie.'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-7566760335207052861</id><published>2011-02-05T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:41:31.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On Being a Woman'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like lipgloss and shiny. And too much peach fizzy drink and dark chocolate. Warm socks and big snowflakes. Having 14 perfumes. Smelling flowers and sleeping in perfect pj's. Love stories, happy endings, tear-jerkers and love songs. I like to be told that I'm loved. Told that I'm appreciated. Told that I'm worthwhile and strong. Even if I know it. I like dreams of fairytales and whispers of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/7566760335207052861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=7566760335207052861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7566760335207052861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7566760335207052861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-like-lipgloss-and-shiny.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-2067341089047900827</id><published>2011-02-05T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T19:24:19.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love isn't this thing that sticks to certain people. Love is living for others.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/2067341089047900827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=2067341089047900827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/2067341089047900827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/2067341089047900827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-isnt-this-thing-that-sticks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-244380258936129349</id><published>2011-02-05T17:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T17:47:10.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan Von's Shower</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/244380258936129349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=244380258936129349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/244380258936129349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/244380258936129349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/evan-vons-shower.html' title='Evan Von&apos;s Shower'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXM_pqkQNBI/TU39F0QgxZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MLByVyI5CTE/s72-c/IMG_7511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-6725536662981413760</id><published>2011-02-05T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T17:29:49.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/6725536662981413760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=6725536662981413760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6725536662981413760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6725536662981413760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXM_pqkQNBI/TU35VECq4zI/AAAAAAAAAPY/3CTPRkoRFZs/s72-c/IMG_7480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-67912698960429795</id><published>2011-02-04T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T12:07:33.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domestic Ventures'/><title type='text'>And today...I Made A Cake.</title><summary type='text'>My first venture with fondant icing. Definitely an art that I have much to learn about but... So fun.  Forgive the messy counter. ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/67912698960429795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=67912698960429795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/67912698960429795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/67912698960429795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-todayi-made-cake.html' title='And today...I Made A Cake.'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXM_pqkQNBI/TUzPQcqhZCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Fk-Pp_7Mq70/s72-c/asdlkfj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-6078036559768875078</id><published>2011-02-03T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T12:45:50.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Domestic Ventures'/><title type='text'>What I Did Today;)</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/6078036559768875078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=6078036559768875078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6078036559768875078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6078036559768875078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-i-did-today.html' title='What I Did Today;)'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXM_pqkQNBI/TUuEopnrcEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Oxj6CyZ8-CI/s72-c/alslsl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4703806907898058441</id><published>2011-02-02T19:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:47:45.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury; and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable; and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasion, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4703806907898058441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4703806907898058441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4703806907898058441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4703806907898058441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-live-content-with-small-means-to.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-1985662037631487242</id><published>2011-02-02T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:22:25.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will not die an unlived life. I will not live in fear of falling orcatching fire. I choose to inhabit my days, to allow my living to open me, to make me less afraid, more accessible, to loosen my heart until it becomes a wing, a torch, a promise. I choose to risk my significance; to live so that which comes to me as seed goes to the next as blossom and that which comes to me as blossom, goes on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1985662037631487242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=1985662037631487242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1985662037631487242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1985662037631487242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-will-not-die-unlived-life.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-1111323320382128444</id><published>2011-02-02T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:18:13.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've heard you only actually need three bones: a wishbone, a backbone and a funnybone. ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1111323320382128444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=1111323320382128444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1111323320382128444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1111323320382128444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/ive-heard-you-only-actually-need-three.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-6672179401667010736</id><published>2011-02-01T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T17:44:39.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for. And yet again, will it be so in ten years. We are so blessed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/6672179401667010736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=6672179401667010736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6672179401667010736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6672179401667010736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-not-spoil-what-you-have-by-desiring.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-2067218508151715861</id><published>2011-02-01T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T07:34:56.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Made an awesome, healthy breakfast and decided to get my Bible reading in while eating. Today started Leviticus and....well, now I'm completely nauseated. A description of what was expected by Levitical law for children of Isreal during sacrificial offerings = little too graphic for breakfast.Our wall of Pine trees is looking extra forlorn with branches drooping to the ground. A heavy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/2067218508151715861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=2067218508151715861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/2067218508151715861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/2067218508151715861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/02/made-awesome-healthy-breakfast-and.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-5111048018254063486</id><published>2011-01-27T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T20:23:42.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God's will is exactly what you would desire if you knew all the facts.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/5111048018254063486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=5111048018254063486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/5111048018254063486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/5111048018254063486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/01/gods-will-is-exactly-what-you-would.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-1884959803940127909</id><published>2011-01-27T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T14:30:12.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As morning dawns and evening fades...You inspire songs of praise! Sometimes, if I get too focused on myself, my thoughts get lop-sided. But when my focus is right, I am able to set my worries aside see the glory of God.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1884959803940127909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=1884959803940127909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1884959803940127909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1884959803940127909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-morning-dawns-and-evening-fades.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-7432473030407719552</id><published>2011-01-27T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T07:30:08.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 John 4:18</title><summary type='text'>There is no fear in love: true love has no room for fear, because where fear is, there is pain; and he who is not free from fear is not complete in love</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/7432473030407719552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=7432473030407719552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7432473030407719552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7432473030407719552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/01/1-john-418.html' title='1 John 4:18'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-5364165394598432160</id><published>2011-01-27T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:16:51.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Offense'/><title type='text'>An "Offense-Proofed" Life</title><summary type='text'>(Psa 119:165 KJV) "Great peace have they which love thy law: and nothing shall offend them."I am writing this blog for two reasons: Myself and you. Clarification only because some blogs are entirely for the reader and some blogs are entirely for the writer. So, take this to heart if it applies to you, because it certainly applies to me. We should have a different approach to offense than the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/5364165394598432160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=5364165394598432160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/5364165394598432160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/5364165394598432160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/01/offense-proofed-life.html' title='An &quot;Offense-Proofed&quot; Life'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-5510119712592970956</id><published>2011-01-25T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T19:44:53.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love from EE</title><summary type='text'>"One reason we are so harried and hurried is that we make yesterday and tomorrow our business, when all that legitimately concerns us is today. If we really have too much to do, there are some items on the agenda which God did not put there. Let us submit the list to Him and ask Him to indicate which items we must delete. There is always time to do the will of God. If we are too busy to do that, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/5510119712592970956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=5510119712592970956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/5510119712592970956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/5510119712592970956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-from-ee.html' title='Love from EE'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4534304384677209443</id><published>2011-01-24T19:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:57:00.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Being Childlike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There once was a little girl. She had untainted views of God and people, immense dreams and whole love. Then she grew up and had to search for ways to keep those things alive...because they were constantly challenged. This grown up girl will work on that every day though. Because some things are too precious to give up. =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4534304384677209443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4534304384677209443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4534304384677209443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4534304384677209443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/01/there-once-was-little-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-8270696483046597721</id><published>2011-01-24T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T19:36:24.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes the deepest hurts reveal everything, about ourselves, our situations, and others.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/8270696483046597721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=8270696483046597721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/8270696483046597721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/8270696483046597721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-deepest-hurts-reveal.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-6500269275202444023</id><published>2011-01-21T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T20:08:13.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I adore Valentine's Day. It's my third favorite holiday. I think the only thing that could possibly make it better would be my someday, driven, annointed, passionate, strong, brave, insightful, handsome, dreaming, doing, intelligent, faithful, intentional, gentle, somewhat snotty, loving, charming, family-oriented, encouraging, romantic, positive, and super talented husband that posseses a button</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/6500269275202444023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=6500269275202444023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6500269275202444023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6500269275202444023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-adore-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-6775557456987118193</id><published>2011-01-01T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T19:56:37.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast 2011</title><summary type='text'>Pumped about starting our yearly 21 Day Fast/Media Fast tomorrow at the Pentecostals. Join us for special guest Norman Paslay II tomorrow night! If you aren't familiar with fasting, check out the videos on Youtube by Jentezen Franklin! "Whatever you bind on earth will be bound in heaven, and whatever you loose on earth will be loosed in heaven." - Matthew 18:18</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/6775557456987118193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=6775557456987118193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6775557456987118193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6775557456987118193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2011/01/fast-2011.html' title='Fast 2011'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-2404794848644481823</id><published>2010-12-31T21:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:47:26.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011...My Year for WORSHIP</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/2404794848644481823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=2404794848644481823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/2404794848644481823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/2404794848644481823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011my-year-for-worship.html' title='2011...My Year for WORSHIP'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4319826025952661762</id><published>2010-12-30T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:02:28.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4319826025952661762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4319826025952661762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4319826025952661762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4319826025952661762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXM_pqkQNBI/TRzzV8t3cxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wLZdqUikMow/s72-c/168641_659166573064_32312084_36054209_1345613_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-7124634971649435784</id><published>2010-12-29T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:23:25.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Baby Will =)</title><summary type='text'>My new nephew was born at 8:16 PM. His name is William "Will" Grant Turner. He was 9lbs. 3 oz. and 21 inches long. He is practically perfect in every way!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/7124634971649435784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=7124634971649435784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7124634971649435784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7124634971649435784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-will.html' title='Baby Will =)'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4748468076286896692</id><published>2010-12-29T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T09:52:34.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anomie</title><summary type='text'>Watch the sermon "Anomie" by Rev. Paul Mooney. Absolutely awestruck by the relevance to our generation. http://www.calvarytabindy.org/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4748468076286896692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4748468076286896692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4748468076286896692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4748468076286896692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/anomie.html' title='Anomie'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-3828971812396402214</id><published>2010-12-27T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:16:26.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have we majored on experience above character development? Character is what remains after emotion is gone. -TF Tenney</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/3828971812396402214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=3828971812396402214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3828971812396402214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3828971812396402214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/have-we-majored-on-experience-above.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-9064444326370609398</id><published>2010-12-27T16:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T16:25:08.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/9064444326370609398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=9064444326370609398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/9064444326370609398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/9064444326370609398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4767554776604135403</id><published>2010-12-27T11:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T11:37:55.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4767554776604135403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4767554776604135403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4767554776604135403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4767554776604135403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/youtube-video-player.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/54haTj3Wy28/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-1535218074157603924</id><published>2010-12-27T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T07:27:42.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Neck Was Put In Irons..</title><summary type='text'>Psalm 105:18 states, "His neck was put in irons...".The irons of sorrow and loss, the burdens carried as a youth, and the soul's struggle against sin all contribute to developing an iron tenacity and strength of purpose, as well as endurance and fortitude. These traits make up the indispensible foundation and framework of noble character. Never run from suffering, but bear it silently, patiently,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1535218074157603924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=1535218074157603924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1535218074157603924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1535218074157603924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/his-neck-was-put-in-irons.html' title='His Neck Was Put In Irons..'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-3716039711749988798</id><published>2010-12-26T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T21:45:30.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LOVE LOVE the thousands of promises we have in Scripture!! He gives beauty for ashes, strength for fear...Gladness for mourning...Peace for Despair. He gives me absolutely EVERYTHING I need, today. And tomorrow He will do it again. Isn't that special?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/3716039711749988798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=3716039711749988798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3716039711749988798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3716039711749988798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-love-thousands-of-promises-we.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-6087484186238348761</id><published>2010-12-26T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T16:27:00.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watching a lil' LIVE church!  Calvarytabindy.org</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/6087484186238348761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=6087484186238348761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6087484186238348761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6087484186238348761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/watching-lil-live-church-calvarytabindy.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4341303798296634415</id><published>2010-12-26T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T09:03:36.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todaythe words "tired" or "exhausted" hardly capture what I am. I am so tired im sick....and I am going to remedy that with the longest nap of the century. That's all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4341303798296634415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4341303798296634415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4341303798296634415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4341303798296634415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/todaythe-words-tired-or-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-2892679039243276421</id><published>2010-12-25T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T21:31:26.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparkle</title><summary type='text'>Goodnight, Big sky and sparkly snow.There's a song in the airThere's a star in the skyThere's a mother's deep prayerAnd a baby's low cryAnd the star rains its fireWhile the beautiful singfor the manger of Bethlehemcradles a King</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/2892679039243276421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=2892679039243276421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/2892679039243276421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/2892679039243276421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/sparkle.html' title='Sparkle'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-7213048590263922128</id><published>2010-12-25T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T08:26:15.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Means..</title><summary type='text'>Christmas is somehow beautiful. God can bring hope and peace when they seem so far away. Let the change that Jesus Christ came to create in mankind begin in me! Christmas meant Jesus taking on the form of a man and rearranging His world to become our Savior. I want to start today....rearranging my world to give others His hope.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/7213048590263922128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=7213048590263922128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7213048590263922128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7213048590263922128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-means.html' title='Merry Christmas Means..'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-5445102758819395344</id><published>2010-12-22T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T21:51:58.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Simple. If the internet gets you in trouble, get off the internet. You don't give felons big guns, or do you...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/5445102758819395344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=5445102758819395344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/5445102758819395344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/5445102758819395344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/simple.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4920125184069363956</id><published>2010-12-22T21:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:34:01.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>Missions Trip!</title><summary type='text'>Dear Friends and Family: I hope that God is doing as many wonderful things in your life as He is in mine. I am happily working on my 2nd year as Kindermusik teacher. I also enjoy working in Music Ministry at the church.  I have been dreaming about doing more for the world around me, and now feel like that opportunity has opened up.I want to share with you a challenging ministry opportunity that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4920125184069363956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4920125184069363956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4920125184069363956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4920125184069363956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/missions-trip_22.html' title='Missions Trip!'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-1255450992903598443</id><published>2010-12-21T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T18:12:51.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I honestly believe God allows difficulty to come upon us, in order to bring us closer to Himself. It will not seperate you from Jesus, but cause you to cling more closely, more carefully, to Him. We should abandon ourselves to God more fully at these times when He seems to have abandoned us. Let us instead attach ourselves to Him, and when He plunges us into the night, where pure faith is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1255450992903598443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=1255450992903598443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1255450992903598443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1255450992903598443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-honestly-believe-god-allows.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-7171037987237877738</id><published>2010-12-21T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T17:45:15.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking The Pearl of Great Price</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/7171037987237877738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=7171037987237877738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7171037987237877738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7171037987237877738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/seeking-pearl-of-great-price.html' title='Seeking The Pearl of Great Price'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-6212816192100154537</id><published>2010-12-21T17:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T17:43:53.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk to Your Tears</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/6212816192100154537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=6212816192100154537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6212816192100154537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6212816192100154537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/talk-to-your-tears.html' title='Talk to Your Tears'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-1681979894235739725</id><published>2010-12-21T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T17:42:08.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Your World Caves In</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1681979894235739725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=1681979894235739725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1681979894235739725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1681979894235739725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-your-world-caves-in.html' title='When Your World Caves In'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4057795138186484692</id><published>2010-12-21T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T11:54:59.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>My Christmas Wish</title><summary type='text'>I simply want my existence to be a bridge for those that need to connect to Jesus; Love to the hurting, a glimmer of hope to the less fortunate and overwhelming peace to the fearful.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4057795138186484692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4057795138186484692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4057795138186484692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4057795138186484692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-christmas-wish.html' title='My Christmas Wish'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-1098552012802527634</id><published>2010-12-20T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:27:06.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to God</title><summary type='text'>Love the soundtrack to the movie Letters to God. The song "Hope Now" is incredible.. Check it out!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1098552012802527634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=1098552012802527634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1098552012802527634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1098552012802527634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/letters-to-god.html' title='Letters to God'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-3689729306228058729</id><published>2010-12-20T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:10:39.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Anger</title><summary type='text'>http://www.focusonthefamily.com/lifechallenges/emotional_health/changing_an_angry_spirit.aspx</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.focusonthefamily.com/lifechallenges/emotional_health/changing_an_angry_spirit.aspx' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/3689729306228058729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=3689729306228058729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3689729306228058729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/3689729306228058729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/changing-anger.html' title='Changing Anger'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-4821628699892090981</id><published>2010-12-20T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:51:51.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Satisfy us in the morning with Your Unfailing Love."Psalm 90:14</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/4821628699892090981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=4821628699892090981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4821628699892090981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/4821628699892090981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/satisfy-us-in-morning-with-your.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-6777344525526440757</id><published>2010-12-20T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T07:59:14.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithful</title><summary type='text'>I Stand in awe to think aboutHow you never cast me outEven when I let you downYour love stayed just the sameI sit in tears to talk aboutThe heart of fears and full of doubtI never really kept my wordThe things I promised youBut you are faithfulNever shakenThere's no shadow of turning in youI Stand in awe to think aboutThe world you made with just one shoutAnd that same Word is ringing outThrought</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/6777344525526440757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=6777344525526440757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6777344525526440757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/6777344525526440757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/faithful.html' title='Faithful'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-339505683612949029</id><published>2010-12-19T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T17:52:10.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed To Be A Blessing</title><summary type='text'>“And God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that having all sufficiency in all things at all times you may abound in every good work. As it is written, ‘He has distributed freely, he has given to the poor; his righteousness endures forever.’ He who supplies seed to the sower and bread for food will supply and multiply your seed for sowing and increase the harvest of your righteousness. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/339505683612949029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=339505683612949029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/339505683612949029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/339505683612949029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/blessed-to-be-blessing.html' title='Blessed To Be A Blessing'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-257977492615306851</id><published>2010-12-19T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:44:25.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/257977492615306851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=257977492615306851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/257977492615306851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/257977492615306851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-1203087071542224418</id><published>2010-12-19T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:37:31.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Straighten My Life Out</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/1203087071542224418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=1203087071542224418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1203087071542224418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/1203087071542224418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='Straighten My Life Out'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17111993.post-7137737599330162826</id><published>2010-12-18T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:27:58.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare To Be Alone</title><summary type='text'>Dare to Be Alone "Yet I am not alone, because the Father is with me" (John 16:32).It need not be said that to carry out conviction into action is a costly sacrifice. It may make necessary renunciations and separations which leave one to feel a strange sense both of deprivation and loneliness. But he who will fly, as an eagle does, into the higher levels where cloudless day abides, and live in the</summary><link rel='related' href='http://greatchristianquotes.com/SID/December.htm#December_20' title='Dare To Be Alone'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/feeds/7137737599330162826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17111993&amp;postID=7137737599330162826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7137737599330162826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17111993/posts/default/7137737599330162826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepippinarrative.blogspot.com/2010/12/dare-to-be-alone.html' title='Dare To Be Alone'/><author><name>brittanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10938608864059204133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFVCpKRSKFo/TsIGsYn0BnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/VYe-aQFIPTY/s220/SAM_0095.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
