<?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-8800572527114878262</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:33:54.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what you need to say</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800572527114878262/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14646951245316108352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmCzPkpVQkc/SaPo9mozihI/AAAAAAAAABs/oy2keFc3CUE/S220/122222221111.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800572527114878262.post-6754657614078029930</id><published>2009-07-03T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:13:20.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kim said that I needed to blog, so here ya go Kim! I'm headed to Chi-town with Rachel until tomorrow so i'll blog about that when I return! Hope everyone has a GRRRREAT 4th of July!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love you, Kim :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8800572527114878262-6754657614078029930?l=sarah-bowker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/feeds/6754657614078029930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/2009/07/kim-said-that-i-needed-to-blog-so-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800572527114878262/posts/default/6754657614078029930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800572527114878262/posts/default/6754657614078029930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/2009/07/kim-said-that-i-needed-to-blog-so-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14646951245316108352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmCzPkpVQkc/SaPo9mozihI/AAAAAAAAABs/oy2keFc3CUE/S220/122222221111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800572527114878262.post-1699788609101823168</id><published>2009-04-28T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:25:14.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>akfdjas;lkd</title><content type='html'>When people hurt you, does it mean they don’t love you?&lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://itakeoffthemask.com/love/when-people-hurt-you-does-it-mean-they-dont-love-you/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 150, 0) ! important; font-family: Verdana; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;color:#009600;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: rgb(0, 150, 0) ! important; font-family: Verdana; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Does it mean they don’t really care at all? There are number of instances in life when people hurt us, either with their actions or with their words. What's the point of loving people if this is what we get in return? I mean, I'd rather be alone the rest of my life than constantly be being hurt by the actions or words of others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8800572527114878262-1699788609101823168?l=sarah-bowker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/feeds/1699788609101823168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/2009/04/akfdjaslkd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800572527114878262/posts/default/1699788609101823168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800572527114878262/posts/default/1699788609101823168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/2009/04/akfdjaslkd.html' title='akfdjas;lkd'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14646951245316108352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmCzPkpVQkc/SaPo9mozihI/AAAAAAAAABs/oy2keFc3CUE/S220/122222221111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800572527114878262.post-1216953017111524730</id><published>2009-04-19T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:27:06.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yenerich's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmCzPkpVQkc/SevZec1_EFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/O7-atvpi8Ik/s1600-h/kimmmmmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326590101457670226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmCzPkpVQkc/SevZec1_EFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/O7-atvpi8Ik/s320/kimmmmmm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;^ The greatest family you will ever meet (minus Dave). I love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8800572527114878262-1216953017111524730?l=sarah-bowker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/feeds/1216953017111524730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/2009/04/yenerichs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800572527114878262/posts/default/1216953017111524730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800572527114878262/posts/default/1216953017111524730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/2009/04/yenerichs.html' title='The Yenerich&apos;s'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14646951245316108352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmCzPkpVQkc/SaPo9mozihI/AAAAAAAAABs/oy2keFc3CUE/S220/122222221111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JmCzPkpVQkc/SevZec1_EFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/O7-atvpi8Ik/s72-c/kimmmmmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800572527114878262.post-1269286114863551187</id><published>2009-02-16T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:06:27.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failing Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We are all human and we all deal with weaknesses and issues, but sometimes, it’s so hard to live out grace. It takes extra effort to treat others as we would like to be treated. I wish I could say that I am as graceful as they come, but that would be a huge lie. It’s easy to talk about grace and preach it; however, it is a lot harder to live it day in and day out. I don’t have it all together, but I do know that God is helping me pick up the pieces. Through Him, I am learning how to live in grace... even when I fail on a consistent level. One step forward, two steps back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8800572527114878262-1269286114863551187?l=sarah-bowker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/feeds/1269286114863551187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/2009/02/grace.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800572527114878262/posts/default/1269286114863551187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800572527114878262/posts/default/1269286114863551187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/2009/02/grace.html' title='Failing Grace'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14646951245316108352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmCzPkpVQkc/SaPo9mozihI/AAAAAAAAABs/oy2keFc3CUE/S220/122222221111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800572527114878262.post-6438476620174982659</id><published>2009-02-02T18:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T04:29:40.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="normalTextSmall"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No one will ever love you the way they "should." I think this is why so many people are so miserable in their relationships. We put "shoulds" onto other people and then get all upset when our expectations aren't met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People will let you down, not because they are selfish and bad, but because they are human. They will think about themselves and do what is best for them most of the time, even if it doesn't look like that's what they're doing. Sometimes they will just make poor decisions and choices. In order to really love, I think we have to allow for that. We are our own responsibility. We might love someone and share with them for a while, but ultimately, our happiness is on US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have loved so many people who didn't love me back the way I thought they should have. And I have been loved and been incapable of returning the love the way someone else thought I should. In some ways, I think it hurt more to be the one who wasn't loving enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8800572527114878262-6438476620174982659?l=sarah-bowker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/feeds/6438476620174982659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/2009/02/loving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800572527114878262/posts/default/6438476620174982659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800572527114878262/posts/default/6438476620174982659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/2009/02/loving.html' title='Loving'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14646951245316108352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmCzPkpVQkc/SaPo9mozihI/AAAAAAAAABs/oy2keFc3CUE/S220/122222221111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800572527114878262.post-5146411814131361675</id><published>2009-01-26T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:17:06.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandonment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Abandonment:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;the act of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;giving something up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;; desertion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There is usually a clear cause of fear of abandonment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;As human beings we all need people. Most of us fear being abandoned at some point.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;If someone's greatest fear is that they will be abandoned or that people are always going to let you down,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;they will constantly be looking for signs that they are about to be abandoned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I have a very real fear of being abandoned, of never being important enough to a person,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;of never being truly cared for.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I worry that I will spend the rest of my life in my loneliness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;never really allowing myself to grow attached to others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Someone once told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;God in&lt;/span&gt; your life you will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;never be abandoned or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;....but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8800572527114878262-5146411814131361675?l=sarah-bowker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/feeds/5146411814131361675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/2009/01/fear.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800572527114878262/posts/default/5146411814131361675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800572527114878262/posts/default/5146411814131361675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarah-bowker.blogspot.com/2009/01/fear.html' title='Abandonment'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14646951245316108352</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JmCzPkpVQkc/SaPo9mozihI/AAAAAAAAABs/oy2keFc3CUE/S220/122222221111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
