<?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-6965482264162429887</id><updated>2011-07-31T04:14:03.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting HIM Figure It Out</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-1942776780331191175</id><published>2010-10-20T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T19:23:57.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; "&gt;It's crazy sometimes how television shows can give you such a great insight to your life. Tonight I was watching One Tree Hill and one of the lines was " it was good to get away and get a different perspective on life." It made me realize how true that statement is in my life. So many things seemed so crazy when I was home ( in ga ) but now that I have spent a few weeks in Ohio with my family, I realize what really is the most important. Some of the things that were bothering me are still there but I recognize how to not put them at the top of the list of worries. Most of all I have come to worry less and trust God more which I think in itself is a huge accomplishment. A friend shared these words with me tonight. They are from a book called Jesus Calling and they really spoke to me and the place that I am in life right now. I hope they speak to you as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Trust Me enough to let things happen without striving to predict or control them.  Relax, and refresh yourself in the Light of My everlasting Love...when you project yourself into the future, rehearsing what you will do or say, you are seeking to be self-sufficient: to be adequate without My help.  This is a subtle sin- so common that it usually slips by unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alternative is to live fully in the present, depending on Me each moment.  Rather than fearing your inadequacy, rejoice in My abundant supply.  Train your mind to seek My help continually, even when you feel competent to handle something by yourself... learn to rely on Me in every situation.  This discipline will enable you to enjoy life more and to face each day confidently"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-1942776780331191175?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/1942776780331191175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=1942776780331191175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/1942776780331191175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/1942776780331191175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2010/10/getting-away.html' title='Getting away'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-2963303697645654723</id><published>2010-10-10T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:10:47.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how things change.</title><content type='html'>It crazy how we plan and plan and plan and yet no matter how much we plan, God's plan is always the one that wins out. I thought I had everything planned to go to Australia but little did I know God had a different plan. You see, I thought that this experience was going to be one of crazy stories and impossible happenings, but what has happened is that God decided that I needed a lesson in patience and trusting Him instead. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As some of you know, I am not in Australia. I am still in the states, in Ohio. This is definitely not where I thought I would be today. I thought I would be in Townsville undergoing orientation for the amazing 6 month journey that I was about to take place in. I didn't think that I would be at my parents house in Ohio, not sure of what the future holds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learning trust and patience is a very hard concept. I know that I am getting better at it, but it seems harder some days. I don't like not knowing what happens next. I like to have a plan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                So, here is my plan.....I'm going to &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trust God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I say I don't know what the future holds, it pretty much covers everything. I know that I was not to be on the October trip of DTS and I do believe that I am to be on the January one. However, God has a funny way of changin things up on me. So here is what I do know. I have a house that I need rented, I have funds that need raised, and preferably,I have a car that needs sold. I know that God can orchestrate all of that beautifully to come together for this january trip and I really hope that He does. So what I have learned is that I am going to do my part and pursue this thing with all my heart. I am going to work hard to find a renter, work hard to raise the money, and just simply work hard. But what I have come to learn is that, if for some reason it still doesn't happen in January, God has a plan and it is far greater than anything I could imagine so I am going to trust in that and know that the path that I am on is a blessed one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-2963303697645654723?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/2963303697645654723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=2963303697645654723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/2963303697645654723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/2963303697645654723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-how-things-change.html' title='Oh how things change.'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-4726227878553132260</id><published>2010-09-01T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T20:02:27.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>SO I have been really bad at updating this weekly. Hopefully I will be better at it when Im actually over in Australia. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently things are progressing slowly but God is teaching me lessons through it so my faith and trust in Him and this whole process is very high. I know that He will get me there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week He taught me such a huge lesson.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though God knows the desires of our hearts does not mean that He doesn't want to hear us ask for them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized that throughout this whole journey, I don't think I actually sat back and just asked God to provide for this trip. How crazy is that??? How crazy am I??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I sent up a simple request and He was so faithful to come through. I know that He will do the same for the finances on this trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for praying for me and this journey. I know God has amazing things planned for me. He has already changed me so much I can't imagine who I will be after this whole experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-4726227878553132260?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/4726227878553132260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=4726227878553132260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/4726227878553132260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/4726227878553132260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2010/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-4990747677912374595</id><published>2010-08-01T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T13:46:02.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Info</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't let everyone in on Exactly what's going on so I thought now would be a good time... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.5pt;"&gt;In Mark 15:16 Jesus tells us to,  “Go into all the world and preach the Good News to everyone.” This October I plan on doing just that. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.5pt;"&gt;            I have been given an amazing opportunity to serve with YWAM for six months beginning in October. I will be participating in a program called Discipleship Training School ( DTS). As well as going on multiple mission outreaches, I will also be participating in training where my group of 29 will be learning how to share the Gospel to the best of our abilities to others all over the world. The program will start in Australia and lead to multiple destinations. Some of our mission opportunities will take place in Australia while others will take place in other countries, still being determined. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.5pt;"&gt;            I am so excited for the opportunity to go and serve God in another part of the world and I would love it if you would partner with me. Most importantly I am asking for your prayers. This is unlike anything I have ever done before and I am more than excited. I know that I am going to be stretched and tested like never before and would love for you to join with me in prayer during these upcoming six months. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.5pt;"&gt;            The other way I would love for you to partner with me is financially. Because this is a six month program the fees are quite a bit larger than a short-term missions trip. I am hoping to raise $15,000 for this six months. There are a few ways that you can help me financially. One would be by donating directly to me. Even if you can only give five or ten dollars, every little bit will help. Also, if you would like to donate via credit card you can go to the YWAM website ( &lt;span style="font-size:11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ywamrto.org/"&gt;www.ywamrto.org&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ywamrto.org/"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonefont-size:11.5pt;color:black;"&gt; and click on “Donate” and then place my name in the recipient space. If you choose to do this please let me know so that I can contact them and make sure that there were no problems with the donation. Also, I will be compiling a list of supplies that I am going to need for this trip. If you would feel more comfortable in helping me obtain those items that too would be greatly appreciated.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.5pt;"&gt;             I will be updating this weblog about my journey with YWAM. As soon as I get the list of what is needed I will post it there as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:15px;"&gt;            If you would like more information on the program or the organization please feel free to look at their website &lt;a href="http://www.ywamdts.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.5pt;color:black;"&gt;www.ywamdts.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:nonefont-size:11.5pt;color:black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.ywamdts.org/"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;  I would love it if you could support me in this stage of my life both prayerfully and financially. Thank you so much for the impact you have made on my life already! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.5pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11.5pt;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-4990747677912374595?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/4990747677912374595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=4990747677912374595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/4990747677912374595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/4990747677912374595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2010/08/info.html' title='Info'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-6011410510613888303</id><published>2010-07-18T13:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:27:48.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Australia</title><content type='html'>Well it has began, &lt;div&gt;I am finishing up my support letter right now and going to get together all my addresses. It is a scary thing. I can't believe that this is actually happening. I always knew that God was amazing but seeing Him in action is incredible! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-6011410510613888303?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/6011410510613888303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=6011410510613888303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/6011410510613888303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/6011410510613888303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2010/07/australia.html' title='Australia'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-6202325169911992410</id><published>2010-05-03T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T14:46:04.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuing God...</title><content type='html'>I thought it would be a good idea to put this in writing, not only to hold myself accountable but so that anyone who reads it can do the same as well as possibly join me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past couple weeks I have been toying ( aka fighting what God was leading me to do ) with a no dating pact. I gave in  a little bit and said well maybe just till the end of summer I wont date. (Not that the boys are knocking down the doors) but I wasn't really committed. Well Sunday Andy challenged singles to go on a one year relationship break. He challenged us to take a year to focus not on members of the opposite and whether or not they would be "the one". To take time to focus on ourselves. To focus on our relationship with God. To focus on preparing ourselves for when that time actually comes. As I write this I am reminded of a quote that I just heard in a message, " If you wait to prepare for a fight until you find the fight then you will always fail." I think this totally can apply to relationships. Why do we wait until we think we have found the person that we want to spend the rest of our lives with to prepare ourselves? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here it is, I am taking a break. Until December 31, 2010 I am not going to date anyone. I am taking the rest of this year to pursue and build my relationship with God. I want to move from a child of God to a woman of God. I am asking God to prepare me to be a woman that can be a godly wife. I know that the road ahead is going to be tough but I also know that He will always be there right beside me to get me through it. I want the rest of this year to be about finding myself and who I am in Christ. Who He wants me to be and hopefully along the way find out where He wants me to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am super excited about the journey ahead. I know that I will struggle but I also know that God will be there with His grace ready to pick me up and continue walking on this life journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-6202325169911992410?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/6202325169911992410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=6202325169911992410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/6202325169911992410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/6202325169911992410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2010/05/pursuing-god.html' title='Pursuing God...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-5616558824698919275</id><published>2010-03-20T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:10:44.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballroom Dancing</title><content type='html'>It's crazy how so many things in life relate to each other. &lt;div&gt;Last night I went ballroom dancing with some friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was dancing with one of my friends, he was trying to teach me a dance, and I kept messing up. Finally he stopped and looked at me and said " Stop Leading" and when I did, when I just followed his lead and released control we were able to just dance without messing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, I have been going through this lesson in life where I need to learn to be patient. I have trouble just sitting back and letting things happen with the natural flow. I want things to happen in a certain order and a certain time. And I most certainly like to be in control. It occurred to me that I need to approach life the way I approached the dance. Give up control and learn to follow the one who is leading. I won't be able to see what is coming because my back is turned. But the beauty of it, is that He is holding me close to Him and directing me to where I need to go. Once I learn to give up the direction that I think things should be going and just follow Him, the rest of the trip will be like a smooth dance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-5616558824698919275?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/5616558824698919275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=5616558824698919275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/5616558824698919275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/5616558824698919275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2010/03/ballroom-dancing.html' title='Ballroom Dancing'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-1951855174333754513</id><published>2010-03-10T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:14:37.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpSPz8o_f2E/S6WPD3gti3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/XQJQKELQ81E/s1600-h/magiceye.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpSPz8o_f2E/S6WPD3gti3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/XQJQKELQ81E/s320/magiceye.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450920220605385586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Have you ever tried to do one of these? You try and when you almost have it,  you lose it, so you try again. On and on until you finally see what is hidden? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Sometimes that is how I feel about my relationship with God. I have this puzzle of my life in front of me and I am trying to figure out what I am missing. I seem to get so close sometimes and then I lose focus and have to start over. Sometimes I repeat this process over and over again. The great thing is though, that more times then not, God comes along and helps me keep my focus so that I can see what is underneath the pretty flowers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;If we keep our focus in life on God, it wont seem like a crazy puzzle all the time and we will be able to see His heart and love in our lives. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-1951855174333754513?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/1951855174333754513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=1951855174333754513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/1951855174333754513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/1951855174333754513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2010/03/magic-eye.html' title='Magic Eye'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpSPz8o_f2E/S6WPD3gti3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/XQJQKELQ81E/s72-c/magiceye.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-835909603174400575</id><published>2010-03-09T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T06:15:38.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Me</title><content type='html'>Matthew 9: 9 &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"As Jesus passed on from there, He saw a man named Matthew sitting at the tax office. And He said to him, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Follow Me.&lt;/span&gt;" So he arose and followed Him." (NKJV) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is that simple. God has asked us to Follow Him and all we have to do is get up and go. The rest will follow. The road will be bumpy at times and not always straight. But God is right there beside us, He us helping us make it through. All we have to do is not go our own way. As long as we stay on path with Him we will be blessed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-835909603174400575?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/835909603174400575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=835909603174400575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/835909603174400575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/835909603174400575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2010/03/follow-me.html' title='Follow Me'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-7044188700480691204</id><published>2010-03-08T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:48:12.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's amazing how God chooses to get messages across. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You see, the fact is, that we are stubborn as human beings. We have to be told over and over and in crazy ways sometimes before we will take to heart what is being told to us. For weeks now, maybe even months, God has been trying to get something across to me and I have been completely stubborn. Basically running from the truth that God was putting right in front of my face. I thought that I knew better. Or at least that is what I kept telling myself. The truth is, that I was scared of what the truth really was. I thought I would be giving up so much and missing out on something. So, instead of trusting, I ran my way. I kept up my ideas and my ways because I thought that I knew best. God must have been so frustrated with me! I can just see Him up there now going 'Come on Nicole, how many ways do you want me to show you...'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, I am happy to say that I finally got it! And the truth is that I didn't give up anything. In fact, I just gained everything. You see it all comes down to one thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WE ARE NOT PERFECT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We can attempt it and strive for it, but we will never be perfect. But the great thing is that we don't have to be. God sent His son to take on all of our sin and imperfection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HE DIED ON THE CROSS FOR US&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jesus gave us the best gift of all. He loved us so much that He died for us. He gave up His life. And the great, yet somewhat sad, thing is that He did it knowing that we wouldn't be perfect, and knowing that we would screw up and need forgiveness time and time again. And He did it anyways. And not only that but He offers us His grace over and over again. So much more than we deserve. That in itself is the best gift of all. But there is so much more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He LOVES us. He loves us no matter what. No matter what we have done or what we are going to do, He loves us. No matter who we are or what we look like, He loves us. There is NOTHING we can do that will cause Him to stop loving us. Do you get that? Your parents can love you, your friends can love you, your spouse can love you. None of that even slightly compares to the Love of our Father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am finally getting it! It has taken so much to get here. I have been trying to find this place for such a long time. And honestly, I think a part of me still fights it, BUT the truth is now festered deep down in my soul and know that it's here to stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is what it comes down to --&gt; Christianity is not about living a 'perfect' life. It is about living a life of loving God. It is about being a sail hoister and a door holder. Christianity is about knowing that the God who created the universe LOVES you and embracing that truth everyday. It is about knowing that you will never be good enough for what He has in store for us, but being thankful that He gives it to us anyways. Christianity is about trusting God and knowing that the road up ahead may be foggy to us, but God can see the whole picture. And above all, Christianity is not about your religion or practices, but it is about having a personal and ongoing relationship with The One who created you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It may have taken me months to get it, but I have finally opened my eyes to see what was in front of me all along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-7044188700480691204?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/7044188700480691204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=7044188700480691204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/7044188700480691204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/7044188700480691204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2010/03/awake.html' title='Awake'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-6824652820544431169</id><published>2010-01-24T18:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:30:17.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>It has almost been a year since my last post.... I went back and read some of the things that I had already written. Its crazy how introspective I was then... But that funny thing is, those questions I had about my life over a year ago are still the same questions that I have now. Life still doesn't make sense, the future is still unclear. I am still scared. BUT, I have figured out so many things since then, learned so many lessons and grown so much. Even though I can still relate to the person that wrote those old posts, I know that I am not that same person anymore. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And knowing that, gives me hope for the future. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-6824652820544431169?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/6824652820544431169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=6824652820544431169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/6824652820544431169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/6824652820544431169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2010/01/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-598471018630562164</id><published>2009-02-27T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T07:34:50.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new twist on lent</title><content type='html'>Well, I am not catholic, but every year I try to give something up for lent. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this year I decided instead of giving something up, I was going to commit to doing something. It is kind of like a new years resolution but with only the commitment of 43 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for this lent, I have committed to working out 4 days a week every week. And I am giving anyone who reads this post permission to keep me accountable for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though it is two days past, I hope you can join me in this and commit to doing something for 43 days with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-598471018630562164?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/598471018630562164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=598471018630562164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/598471018630562164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/598471018630562164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-twist-on-lent.html' title='new twist on lent'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-5050892133487284273</id><published>2008-11-17T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:57:36.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphanies</title><content type='html'>Epiphanies are great and I love when they come with such great clarity and show you what it is that you really want in life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-5050892133487284273?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/5050892133487284273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=5050892133487284273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/5050892133487284273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/5050892133487284273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2008/11/epiphanies.html' title='Epiphanies'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-6153673658140782427</id><published>2008-11-15T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:35:55.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we ever figure it out?</title><content type='html'>It seems like every stage in life comes with its own complications. I have found myself at a point where I am moving forward, things are happening, progress is being made, but I'm not sure how I feel about it. I have this beautiful home, a new roommate, a great new job and I still don't always feel like I belong. I have my moments where I am happy here, and I have my moments where I wonder what I was thinking moving to GA. I guess the latter is what I am feeling right now. I think, oddly enough, that the weekends are the hardest. During the week when I am busy with two jobs and trying to keep my house in order I don't really think that much about life. I am just living in the moment and trying to get to the next thing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a rough day, I had a lot of free time to just think about life. And I spent a lot of time on facebook looking at school friends pages. I sometimes question what I am doing here. Why did I move so far away. Far away from friends, family, a life that I already had. The odd thing is, I know the answer, the answer is because I knew that is what God wanted me to do in my life and I still know that this is where He wants me for now. Somedays though I find myself waiting for Him to tell me that I can move back home now. Knowing full well that the experience and connections and networking that I am getting here will never happen in Dover, but some days I just don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel like my decision was extremely selfish. How could I leave Jodi and the kids? Those are not just her kids, they are mine too. And some of you might read this and think that I am crazy, and that is fine, you don't have to understand. All I know is that when a 5 yr old asks me why I had to move away from her, that feels pretty selfish. How do you explain to a 5 yr that this is what God wanted, they just don't understand that. I don't have any biological connection to those kids, but that doesn't matter, they are still apart of me. The part of me that cannot believe that I left them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny though how things have turned around now though. The other day I was sitting at the kitchen table where I nanny and I was talking with the little boy and his mother and we were talking about him getting older. I made a comment that I probably wouldn't be here, and he said, yes you will. For never having any kids of my own, I can see how a mother's love works. People always say that when they have second child they can never imagine loving that child as much as the first one, but someone you just do. I could never have imagined that there would ever be a place in my heart for children other than jodi's but I have someone found more love for the kids I nanny. I will be sad when the day comes that I have to leave them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that this whole thing has to do with control and not knowing what the future holds. I know that I am not good at releasing control. I know that it scares the crap out of me not knowing what the future holds. Where I will be in 3 years, if I will be married or not, if I will have kids or not, if I will still even be in GA. Sometimes when I think about past experiences, I wonder how those experiences and lessons are going to affect the future. Have I figured out what I want in a husband, in life? I honestly don't think so. I think I have a good idea of what I want and most of that comes after seeking what God wants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is that I want to figure out what I want in life and never settle for less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big question is......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can we ever figure out what we truly want from life, or do we just take what we can get and accept it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-6153673658140782427?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/6153673658140782427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=6153673658140782427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/6153673658140782427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/6153673658140782427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2008/11/can-we-ever-figure-it-out.html' title='Can we ever figure it out?'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-3044295336884155704</id><published>2008-11-04T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:42:31.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender</title><content type='html'>I don't know why it is so hard to release control of life but we all know that it is. Knowing what is right and doing what is right should come hand in hand but they never do. I wish that my mind and brain would work in sync with the rest of my life. I know that what i need to do is completely surrender control. And although I keep saying that I want to do that, I always seem to find a way to hold on. I think this time I am learning and I am trying. I have realized that this is a growing process. This is a trusting process. Yes, it would be great to just be able to totally surrender all at once, but for me that is just not fact. What I have learned in the past days... &lt;div&gt;I can give up control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be hard and a struggle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is what I need to do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will make my life easier and less stressful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I have also learned is that although we all trust God, we still need to ask for His help. We shouldn't just assume that He will take care of everything without asking. The great part is that He will never leave us hanging even if we don't ask, but even God likes the acknowledgment from us of how much we need Him. Asking for His help is not so that He knows we need Him, it is so WE know and can surrender our pride and admit to Him that we need Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that surrender is going to be hard and it is going to hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also know that what is at the end of the road might not happen without my total surrender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what is at the end of the road is all worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-3044295336884155704?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/3044295336884155704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=3044295336884155704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/3044295336884155704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/3044295336884155704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2008/11/surrender.html' title='Surrender'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-6487640576311162783</id><published>2008-10-23T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:31:48.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><content type='html'>I don't know what this is&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;It could be friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It could be more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel different&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not ashamed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know whatever this is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The love for God is evident and amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The heart for leading people to God seems even greater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what this is but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that it will never be me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know whatever this is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will always and only be GOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-6487640576311162783?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/6487640576311162783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=6487640576311162783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/6487640576311162783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/6487640576311162783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-2095423179782287418</id><published>2008-10-08T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T19:53:45.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>So many emotions are running through my mind right now! Some of them are new and in this moment and some of them have been in my mind for such a long time. I dont know if I have the energy to write it all down. It is so overwhelming sometimes. These feelings sometimes just take over and I dont know what to do or feel or think. I wish it was all simple and I had all the answers but I don't. I wish so badly that I knew the future and what is coming but sadly I am not God. I don't know these things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it so hard to relinquish control of our lives?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-2095423179782287418?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/2095423179782287418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=2095423179782287418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/2095423179782287418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/2095423179782287418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2008/10/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-7472305081930476879</id><published>2008-09-23T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:15:11.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well its 12:10 in the morning and I can't sleep! I had the tweezers out but I got bored with that too!. This stupid cough is keeping me from sleeping and the only thing that seems to relieve the coughing is to drink water and since I have been doing that all day I constantly have to pee which has become another problem. And I have been coughing so much that it is starting to hurt when I do it. I wish that I wasnt complaining because everything else in my life seems to be going pretty well! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i am going to stop complaining and try and go to bed. Please pray that the small amount of nyquil that I am going to take is not going to interfere with the anitbiotics that I am taking. I am hoping that the nyquil will help me be able to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THank you for listening to my rambling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-7472305081930476879?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/7472305081930476879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=7472305081930476879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/7472305081930476879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/7472305081930476879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-its-1210-in-morning-and-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-3087595049783549482</id><published>2008-09-16T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:45:10.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing life</title><content type='html'>It is amazing how much can change in such a small amount of time. Sometimes it surprises me to think of how different my life is now. Just a month or so ago I wanted this so bad, I applied, I prayed, I thought this was the right thing. Now, two days from the interview, I am not so sure.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could this, that has been such a huge part of my life for the past couple years, and something that I thought I would be involved in forever, be something that I am not sure I want anything to do with. I want to do what is right. I want to do what God has planned. For so long I thought this would be one of the stops on this path that He has made for me. But now, in this place in my life where so many things are changing, I am not sure I want this to be the next change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so hard to know what the right thing is. I definitely didn't want to just disregard this opportunity and that is why I am keeping the possibility open with this interview. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying to keep an open mind because who knows, after the interview, they might not even offer me the job. I do fear though that if they do offer me the job and I don't feel like that is the next step in my life, will I be able to say no. Will I be able to stand up for the changes in my life and the realization that this might not be the next step? Honestly, only God knows what is going to happen and sometimes, well most of the time, that scares the crap out of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-3087595049783549482?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/3087595049783549482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=3087595049783549482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/3087595049783549482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/3087595049783549482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2008/09/changing-life.html' title='Changing life'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-6176613609374062494</id><published>2008-09-14T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:11:42.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't tell me I'm wrong</title><content type='html'>So just a thought for this Sunday morning. Why is it that people think that by not going to church on Sunday morning you are not a Christian? Am I a bad person for no going this morning. For the first time since I have lived in GA not  going to church? I don't think so. I still love God and I have not lost faith. I just decided that this morning I needed some sleep. Don't worry I have talked to God and in my opinion He is pretty great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you that think not going to church on Sunday morning means you are a heathen I just want to set the record straight and let you know that you are wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-6176613609374062494?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/6176613609374062494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=6176613609374062494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/6176613609374062494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/6176613609374062494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-tell-me-im-wrong.html' title='Don&apos;t tell me I&apos;m wrong'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-4442144304811097152</id><published>2008-08-29T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:11:26.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone always told you</title><content type='html'>It's funny how things turn out sometimes. You look back in time and wonder where it all went. Everyone always told you to cherish those moments because they would be the best of your life and for some reason you never really listened. You skimmed by and did what was necessary to get out of there. Even leaving early if you could just to save some money and not realizing what all you were truly missing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could have realized all of this about a year ago when I made the decision to graduate early. It's funny to me now that the place I couldn't wait to leave, I am so ready to go back to. I would take back all the classes and papers and projects if it meant that I could have some more time with the people that made that place so amazing. I would take on the increased debt and stress just to do it a couple more days. What was I thinking? Wasn't 4 years a short enough time with those people why did I have to shorten it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look back on it now and wish that I would have just endured the extra $10,000 ( I know some of you can't believe I wrote that) and spent some more time with my friends. Friends who I now live at least 9 hours from depending on what part of Indiana they ended up in. Friends who I am now doing better at talking on the phone with but still miss terribly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never considered myself to have missed out on anything to not have found that amazing roommate that becomes your life-long friend and maid of honor in your wedding. I found so many other friends that I got to share amazing moments with. Friends from all different areas. Friends who could relate to me in every area of what I was going threw. And no I can't say I had the best roommate ever that will one day be in my wedding but I can say that I found a HUGE group of friends who will one day all be apart of my wedding and the rest of my life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say that your college years are some of your best years and that you should always cherish them. Yet, for some reason we don't really understand it until that time has already passed. Those memories that were made freshman, sophomore, junior, and senior year will always be with us, even the things that we thought were stupid at the time "Sorry Gary" :) but will seem to always stick with us. Those are the things that made our college experience what it truly was. Not the classes, or lectures, or even projects that we worked on for weeks and lost numerous hours of sleep over. It is the friendships that will truly last a lifetime and the memories that will keep us laughing until we can not laugh anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing how a picture of someone trying to make a ball out of peanut butter and chocolate can bring out all these memories and emotions! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-4442144304811097152?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/4442144304811097152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=4442144304811097152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/4442144304811097152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/4442144304811097152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2008/08/everyone-always-told-you.html' title='Everyone always told you'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-4473091563274073598</id><published>2008-08-25T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:55:23.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timing</title><content type='html'>Timing is a crazy thing. Knowing when to do stuff and knowing when not to. Sometimes I think we disregard God's timing and go with our own. What if all the things that happened in our life, good and bad, were done at just the right time to get us where we are. I believe this is how God is. He uses certain events in our lives to direct us to the next step. As you may or may not know I am currently living with my aunt and uncle. I was sitting in bed tonight just pondering some things and I thought. Maybe this is it...maybe this is the time for me to travel with an organization for missionary purposes. I am not under a lease right now and if I left for a month or so I would not be worrying about paying rent or utilities. I dont know if that is where God's plan will lead me next but I know that it is a possibility. I think that this timing and opportunity was created for me to figure out what it is that I really want to do in life and where I want to be and go. Maybe I am not supposed to stay in GA and this is the time to move on because I dont have anything tying me down. I wish that I had someone in life who could just tell me what to do. Wait! I do! It's Jesus Christ! I know that i need to start leaning on Him even more now than I ever have! I know that He will show me where He wants me and what He wants me to do! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-4473091563274073598?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/4473091563274073598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=4473091563274073598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/4473091563274073598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/4473091563274073598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2008/08/timing.html' title='Timing'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-896214787944401319</id><published>2008-08-19T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:13:47.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do</title><content type='html'>I find myself in this awful situation. I know that I could run form it and just not try to resolve that, but who am I kidding? That is not me. I want this to work. I want it to work so bad that I am willing to keep my mouth shut and not say anything. But sometimes I can't hold it in anymore and I just need to let it out. I  may not be the best at expressing my feelings but I try. I try to be a humble person and give everyone the benefit of the doubt. But how do I keep that attitude when the other person keeps making themselves superior to me and making me feel like an idiot? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to think that they had showed me what a true relationship with God was and that I somehow was not good enough. But I have come to realize that is not it at all. I have a wonderful relationship with God and it is all my own! I have gone through so much and seen so many things and so much awesome power of God in my life that no one could take that away from me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started writing this post because I needed to calm down from this crazy situation and I think that it has helped. I still don't know what I am going to do but I am trusting that God will show me what I am supposed to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-896214787944401319?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/896214787944401319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=896214787944401319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/896214787944401319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/896214787944401319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-to-do.html' title='What to do'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-4126639209566592128</id><published>2008-08-06T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:58:37.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here watching SYTYCD and I am left thinking. What is my passion in life? What is it that I want to do more than anything. The competitors on the show know that they love dance and that they want to put their all into dancing. Why don't I have a passion like that. I have so many different things that I want to do. Why is that?&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it abnormal to be good as so many different things and not completely excellent at just one? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other problem is that even if I could just pick one thing and strive to be excellent at that, I wouldn't know what to pick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love photography but I am intimidated because I have never really been trained to take great photos, I just feel like I can but I get too nervous to commit to photograph an important event for someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love audio editing and production but honestly I don't think I have enough training and even if I did I would have no idea where to go.  I love being behind a sound board and I used to think that was where I would end up but now I am not so sure. Being behind a sound board used to be a relaxing thing for me and honestly I can't say that it isn't anymore because it has been so long since I have been behind one that I really don't know anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is such a confusing subject in my life and I don't really know what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~NIKKI~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-4126639209566592128?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/4126639209566592128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=4126639209566592128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/4126639209566592128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/4126639209566592128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2008/08/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-7327433336927113682</id><published>2008-08-03T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:45:52.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why So Serious?</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't know, on monday night after seeing the new batman movie, I changed my facebook status to : Why so serious. &lt;div&gt;Today I was on my facebook and I read my status and I began to think:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why So Serious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why have we become so serious about life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have we lost our desire to have fun and enjoy life where we are at? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why has it become that all we think about is how much money we make and how we can make more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I am the odd man out because I don't think that way. I don't want money to be the center of my life. I don't want money or the possession of money to control my life. I know in some way, shape or form money will always be a factor. I do want to be able to provide food and shelter to live but for me that is as far as the desire goes. For me I don't care how nice the place or how nice the car. To me it is more important to be with family and friends and to be involved in the world that God has placed around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I wrong for feeling this way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it wrong that I don't ever want to be the professional that sits behind a desk all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want to take a job now just because it pays more even tough I know that I will be miserable going to work everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love where I am it in life right now, Yeah things may be starting to get a little tight and I am going to need to buckle down more but I am okay with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am surrounded by people who love me and want what is best for me. Even the people I work for seem to be looking out for me to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am young and I feel like this is the perfect time to find out what I really want in life and to go for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess what I am trying to say in all this mumbo jumbo is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live life to the fullest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find your greatest potential.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy what you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laugh, Play, have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be spontaneous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And above all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't take everything in life so serious because one day none of it will matter. All that will matter is what you did with your life and if you can look back on it and smile because you know that you made the best of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~NIKKI~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-7327433336927113682?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/7327433336927113682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=7327433336927113682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/7327433336927113682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/7327433336927113682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-so-serious.html' title='Why So Serious?'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-6998429441538126108</id><published>2008-08-01T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:07:31.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I heard a song on the radio tonight as I was driving and now all I can remember is the first line but to me it was the most powerful. &lt;div&gt;"I sit here in silence and wonder how I got to this place."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This phrase hit me pretty hard. I was actually sitting in silence in the car listening to music and I had been wondering about life. There are so many emotions right now. I am moving into a new place which although it is going to be a lot of work is very exciting for me. And although I am excited I am sad too. I am sad because my dad can't be here to help. For him that is such a good thing. For me, it makes me sad. Not just because I want another person to help me lift and move things, but because these are the types of things that I like to do with my dad. I am starting to think about different ways to organize the new room and make it more efficient which is awesome, but the only problem is that all my ideas involve the use of some power tool that I don't have access to anymore because I don't live with my dad. And furthermore, although I could physically do all the 'construction' on my own, I don't want to. I want him to be here with me, to help me, to teach me new things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad not being here is just a piece of the pie that makes me sad to live so far away from my family. I miss being able to go and see my grandparents whenever I want. I miss being able to see my brother play his drums, even if it is just in the basement and not at a show.  I miss doing stupid stuff like cleaning out the car with my dad or playing basketball with him while he grills, although that was something we did at the old house :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so torn inside. I know that God has brought me down here for a reason. I see it everyday, the little reasons that I know I am supposed to be here. But all I know is that I am supposed to be here NOW. What about in the future. It is so hard for me to not know what is coming. Although this is a lesson that I have learned before that I need to just trust that God is in control and let him have the wheel and lead me where he wants me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I just want to have a slight idea of what's to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that for now I just have to trust God and know that he is in control. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note I have decided that I want to get another tattoo. I want to get the word trust. I am not sure how or exactly where, i do have some ideas, if you have any ideas let me know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust is such a big thing for me right now and I know that it will always be something that I have to be reminded of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for being interested!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NIKKI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-6998429441538126108?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/6998429441538126108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=6998429441538126108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/6998429441538126108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/6998429441538126108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2008/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-759348692084483858</id><published>2008-07-29T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:54:48.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making the first move</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I have tried many times to figure out how to explain my predicament in this post. And honestly I am not sure how big of a predicament it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Well, I was gonna write out the whole story but even I got bored with it so I knew that anyone else reading it would too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;The situation is that my mom is trying to hook me up with a boy from home. My mom and his mom are all about getting the two of us together. They were so adamant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt; about it when i was home that when i met his mom she wanted me to go and watch him play softball. I didnt go because I have never met this boy and had only met his mom a couple hours before then and I thought it would be very very awkward. Well, the next night I went out to the sale for a couple hours because i had made a passing and not completely serious comment that they should come by so I could meet him. Well apparently a couple hours after I left he and his mom came by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;This may all seem not that big of a deal but wait it gets better. His mom, i'm not sure if he is aware of this or not, left two pictures of him and put his email address on the back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;So here is my predicament...Assuming that he knows about the pictures and the email address i feel like I should email him because I don't want him to think that I looked at his picture and made an assumption based on his looks. I am not that kind of person and I don't want him to think that even though I am a stranger to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;So again I am stuck because I started to write the email last night and I just felt like I was trying to sell myself or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I don't know how to just send an email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;The other problem is that I don't really want to start anything other than a friendship with him because for one he is in ohio and I am in GA and I am not sure if I will be moving back anytime soon...which could be a whole other post in itself...and number two I think that he is going to be a farm boy and I in no way want to be a farm girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I know that I have made this a bigger deal than it really is..it is just a new thing for me. It is also kinda funny because when my mom was getting his picture for me I was nervous for some reason. I don't know why. And last night when i started to write him an email I felt kinda giddy for some reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;This is all just a really weird situation and I am not really sure how to approach it. I'm sure that I will figure it out soon and an email will be sent. Who knows maybe a friendship will start from all this...or who knows...maybe something more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;boy my mom would sure love that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-759348692084483858?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/759348692084483858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=759348692084483858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/759348692084483858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/759348692084483858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2008/07/making-first-move.html' title='Making the first move'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6965482264162429887.post-7406198147573806888</id><published>2008-07-21T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:50:04.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of it all</title><content type='html'>Well, I've joined the movement. I am now a blogger..i guess. I am always feeling...thinking...and trying to figure out things and it always seems that i figure out things better when I talk them out with someone. I figure this would be a good way to voice my thoughts and possibly figure things out on my own. I guess what I am saying is that this is mostly for me but I am honored that you would want to read my thoughts. I'm not quite sure how all this works so if it is possible, comments, suggestions, and thoughts on my life are always welcome! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise that my next post will be more intellectual. I have so much that I want to get out but it is almost 11 and being a working woman that I am if I start blogging now it will go on forever and I just can't have that tonight. I need my beauty rest and so hopefully tomorrow I can get online and start putting down some thoughts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6965482264162429887-7406198147573806888?l=nikkilee86.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/feeds/7406198147573806888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6965482264162429887&amp;postID=7406198147573806888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/7406198147573806888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6965482264162429887/posts/default/7406198147573806888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkilee86.blogspot.com/2008/07/start-of-it-all.html' title='The start of it all'/><author><name>Nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11295671228035178372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
