<?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-8169444183386036881</id><updated>2011-08-02T07:25:07.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Fast 2 Furious</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-9161646681547637878</id><published>2010-11-01T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T12:05:40.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise Control</title><content type='html'>SO... This past month has been a hard month.  I feel like I am stuck on cruise control only the position of my body is that of the the fetal position &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I am waiting for the next blow that is going to hit me next.  Yesterday was Sunday.  I really didn't want to go to church.  Hear about how God is there, blah blah blah same ole crap that people or things are said when life is hitting you from ever possible angle.  I went anyways.. Those are the best days to go. Again like I stated in one of my earlier posts did it make everything just GREAT :) NO! but it gave me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; to think about.  Who turned on the cruise control? Who is going to turn it off?  Why the fetal position.  Why not stand up arms wide open and just say come get me what you got cause I got God !!!  Sometimes when I am crying and just so overwhelmed and feel so alone I yell at God and we go at it.  He is big enough to take it.  It is crazy though because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of people that I had surrounded myself by said they would be there for me, but then at the first glance of true mortality, they were out..... So once again I am left crying over people who have walked out of  my life and left sitting here pleading with God to never leave me like the people of this world! &lt;br /&gt;So who put on cruise control?  Not sure , just need to feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jesus's&lt;/span&gt; love in a big way!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-9161646681547637878?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/9161646681547637878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=9161646681547637878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/9161646681547637878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/9161646681547637878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2010/11/cruise-control.html' title='Cruise Control'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-426933598019884034</id><published>2010-10-28T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T18:11:05.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the keys out!!!</title><content type='html'>Anger, Rage, Tears, Frustration, My foot going into the door, and me yelling, my mind racing and my heart trying to catch up.  This is what it was like last night as my families lives were again just ripped into.  I was calling my brother to tell him once again that no he couldn't borrow money because I wasn't going to pay for a lifestyle I didn't agree with.  No he couldn't drive my car and then to reassure Him that I still loved Him and so did God.  Because of the fact that I said no to all this he got mad started ranting and raving about how he was already getting screwed over by everyone... just the whole victim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mentality&lt;/span&gt;... Then crap how he was gonna be a man stand on his own two feet... Then he told me that he had gone downtown and signed away his right to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anastsha&lt;/span&gt;... (my 6 yr old niece) mph blow to the body... WHAT!!! did I hear you right... yep I gotta go I told him because I don't want to have to ask you for forgiveness for anything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is gashing open and all I can think about is that beautiful little girl that he just threw away.  She was what helped heal my wounds before when I lost my babies.  She was like my own!  We will fight though.  Grandparents have rights.  The keys are out of the car and the ignition it off I just want all this to work out so that she knows that she is loved.  So that she doesn't walk around her entire life wondering if anyone out there will ever love her.  Please dear God help us through this!!!&lt;br /&gt;I Love you Annie and we are fighting for you baby girl hang in there!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-426933598019884034?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/426933598019884034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=426933598019884034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/426933598019884034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/426933598019884034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2010/10/taking-keys-out.html' title='Taking the keys out!!!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-7071519388629685550</id><published>2010-10-26T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:57:25.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emergency Brake</title><content type='html'>Oh my! I am sitting here reminding myself to breath!  So in case you have been out of the loop in my life it has been crazy.  I went from an amazing journey in Kenya to coming home to my seizures going out of control.  Racking my body, tearing at my soul, and choking me of breath.  I have been on ventilators and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intibated&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rushed&lt;/span&gt; in ambulances.  I have questioned the age old question Why?  Last night was another night of racking seizures.  I want to know what is my purpose in the all this. I wish I could tell you that I had this great mind blowing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;epiphany&lt;/span&gt; and know I now that my suffering is for some great reason, but that would be a lie.  What I can tell you is that even in the low times when I feel like Jesus has left me He is still there!  Right now I know that He loves me and will always love me!  So no matter what happens He is there.... It is hard, but the thing is remembering that when all the turmoil is going on.  That is the true Art of it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-7071519388629685550?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/7071519388629685550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=7071519388629685550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/7071519388629685550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/7071519388629685550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2010/10/emergency-brake.html' title='Emergency Brake'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-8004622743676878835</id><published>2010-08-29T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T14:10:08.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship In My Car</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of time downloading new songs for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt;. (yes I pd for them)  I am very selective about which songs I want and what the message is that I want to listen to.  Ever since I have got back from Kenya I have been struggling with worship.  When I was in Kenya I felt so free in my worship and it was so authentic.  I could dance lift my one arm and just let loose.  Here back in TX I feel so confined.  I have been trying to figure out and have been struggling to recreate that same experience.  As I began to listen to some of the great gospel songs that I downloaded I got up and started dancing and just let loose.  I am starting to realize that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; it be in my car, in my office, in church service or in Kenya, I can meet God in worship in that same real way as long as I don't put God in a box.  I was putting limitations on Him and how intimate of worship I could have with him.  I would allow life circumstances get in my way and loose focus on the purpose that was set out before me.  I will now go into worship multiple times a day through the music that speaks to me and clear my mind of all things and pour my heart out to God with purpose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Note: I think that it is great when I am worshipping in my car and people drive up beside me and I am wrapped up in the moment and then I catch an eye of someone and they are laughing because all they see in the car is me, but little do they know I am not alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking By Grace&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-8004622743676878835?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/8004622743676878835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=8004622743676878835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/8004622743676878835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/8004622743676878835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2010/08/worship-in-my-car.html' title='Worship In My Car'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-797325789621831483</id><published>2010-08-28T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T12:14:22.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Entry from Kenya</title><content type='html'>July 16th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are riding in the bus to "The Rock", but we just left a school that had a section for special education.  There was a little girl there that had downs, her name was Michelle.  Before we even introduced ourselves to the kids, or anything she came straight for me and wanted me to hold her and to sit in my lap.  This little girl played on my lap and laughed and giggled and gave me hugs.  It was amazing to see.  Jen got up and talked to the children and as she did God began to change my heart.  He broke me.  I started crying as I held this precious child who sat on my lap loving a complete stranger.  I knew in my heart at that moment that if for some reason I were to have a special needs child I would be able to accept that child and know that the child would truly be capable of loving me.  I am in aww of how much God loves me and how he orchestrated this visit to this school and even brought a little girl with my name! How Awesome is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one of my many journal entries.  I felt that I needed to share this.  At times I have people ask me what did God reveal to you on your trip?  How was it?  So many questions and I am so overwhelmed by the love that I felt in so many different forms! I can honeslty say that I know that Jesus loves me.  There are times that satan will try to put doubt in my mind and I just have to go back and read things like this.  I go in the Word and read of the ultimate sacrifice of love and I know that I am loved by at least One.  That is all that matters! My prayer is that you will know that Jesus loves you and that no matter what it is that you are going through in your life He can help you through it.  You just have to open up your heart to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking By Grace&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-797325789621831483?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/797325789621831483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=797325789621831483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/797325789621831483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/797325789621831483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2010/08/journal-entry-from-kenya.html' title='Journal Entry from Kenya'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-1127021238995913734</id><published>2010-05-28T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T16:10:43.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Light</title><content type='html'>How Great How Awesome Is He!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you. God is so Awesome, He is so powerful, and He is still at work! Last night I was on my way to go pick up my niece.  We only get to see her for 2 hours on Thursday's.  We pick her up from her step dad and mom... These pick up and drop offs are very hard on me.  Her step dad is not a nice person at all.  He does things that break my heart! I dread going to pick up my niece! Last night was extra hard because of some news that my brother had given me on Wednesday night.  I was distraught and my heart couldn't take what I knew I was about to have to face.  On my way to go pick her up I cried out to God and asked Him to please &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; change the circumstances that I was getting ready to go into.  I prayed that her step dad would act &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; different and that this would be the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt; experience.  I pulled up.  Got out of my car.  Things went so beautifully and were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; different that I had to fight back my tears! I said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt; THANK YOU JESUS!!! Annie and I had a great time together.  I taught her to use chopsticks for the first time and we had great conversations! Then came the drop off.  That lasting taste in your mouth.  I prayed on the way there.  Her step dad didn't even get out of the car and let me walk Annie over to them and let her get in the car!  I know that to some this sounds like NOTHING... THIS IS HUGE!!!! God heard my cries knew my heart, my heartache, and exactly what I needed.  I praise him in these moments and in the moments that I feel like I can't make it but he knows that I can through Him! He gives me the green light!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-1127021238995913734?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/1127021238995913734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=1127021238995913734' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/1127021238995913734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/1127021238995913734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2010/05/green-light.html' title='Green Light'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-2274228514144608920</id><published>2010-05-27T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T00:28:25.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Car Seats</title><content type='html'>I miss you so much it hurts my heart&lt;br /&gt;I know though you are with our Savior&lt;br /&gt;This is what brings me relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these times though I feel much grief!&lt;br /&gt;I see precious children being torn from homes&lt;br /&gt;All because there parents are full of scorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little faces that once held joy&lt;br /&gt;Now have tears lash to nose&lt;br /&gt;Confusion and fear spread from ear to ear&lt;br /&gt;And replace that wonderful smile that once was there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child thinks that somehow it's there fault&lt;br /&gt;That mommy and daddy will stop loving them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dear Jesus protect these little children&lt;br /&gt;Show them your unending love&lt;br /&gt;Hold them in your arms and protect them &lt;br /&gt;Just like you have with my beautiful little ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-2274228514144608920?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/2274228514144608920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=2274228514144608920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/2274228514144608920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/2274228514144608920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2010/05/broken-car-seats.html' title='Broken Car Seats'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-5328910731157419317</id><published>2009-09-06T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:21:04.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Parts</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe that it has been almost 3 months since I last blogged! Life has been anything but forgiving... As I sit here and reflect over what has happened in my life I would never had seen any of it coming had you asked me in June.  Isn't that how our lives are though.  I wonder how Jesus felt knowing what he ultimately had to do.  Die on the cross for all the people ... The same people that spat on him, called him names, beat him and nailed him to a cross!  I go through life on a daily basis with having to use one arm and have trouble still with my leg.  I am in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of physical pain.  This is caused by a disease.  I cannot blame anyone for that.  This is what has been handed to me and I am making the best of it.  The things that cut the most are what other people say to me, their harmful actions, and lack of love.  I could never have been Jesus.  The thing is that we are called to be "like" Him.  Swallow that!  That means that we are supposed to forgive as much as He did, love as deep as He did... I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of time that I am alone and I think.  I think about all the crap that I go through and I try to find the purpose in it.  Sometimes I figure it out, and sometimes I don't.  I have come to the conclusion that God wants us to have missing parts so that we rely on him.  So that He is the one that makes us whole not ourselves.  I only wish that more people realized these things.  It would eliminate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of the hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-5328910731157419317?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/5328910731157419317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=5328910731157419317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/5328910731157419317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/5328910731157419317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-parts.html' title='Missing Parts'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-5238004607702841221</id><published>2009-06-11T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:45:01.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trunk Of the Car....</title><content type='html'>Life lately has been a test.  One that comes with big price tags.  Sobriety, the high, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;necessity&lt;/span&gt;, and trying to sift through what it all means.  I know that these topics for most people once they are saved are supposed to be hush hush.  You say your story and how God has pulled you through and how your life has changed with him in it.  I'm finding myself wondering if maybe I am just weak.... No one ever talks about how hard it is.  How I still crave the very things that were destroying me.  The amount of physical pain that I am in on a daily basis is stupid.  They are prescriptions written by one Doctor and I don't abuse them but I feel imprisoned to them.  I'm through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;withdrawals&lt;/span&gt; of the first heavy hitter, but the pain is at times more than I can bear... I want to go back to it.... , but I want GOD to show his MERCY! I want him to see that I love him and that I want to do his work with a clear mind.  How am I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to do that if he leaves me here where I am in this state of pain?  I feel as though He has put me in the trunk of the car and said "Here is where you belong."  Back with all the things tossed in and out and the things that used to be stashed.  For now I cry and fall to my face and pray "God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-5238004607702841221?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/5238004607702841221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=5238004607702841221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/5238004607702841221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/5238004607702841221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2009/06/trunk-of-car.html' title='The Trunk Of the Car....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-7658319828926217707</id><published>2009-05-28T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T02:31:50.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing In The Dirt</title><content type='html'>I know that it has been a long time since I have blogged.  I have been so busy for someone that can't walk and is unemployed.  Really on a serious note I want to share with everyone that has been praying for me that God is still working in my life on a daily basis and I am progressing.  I have to use my wheelchair still for long distances and for days that I am really tired.  I can use a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rollater&lt;/span&gt; which is a walker that has four wheels with a seat.  I still have to drag my left leg some because the nerves are not done growing back yet but I have made progress and that is all that I pray for is that I continue to get better day by day!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this whole experience I have had ups and downs.  I have gotten better and worse and stayed the same.  I have gone through extreme pain and continue too.  Some days it's worse than others.  At times I find myself asking God "WHY?"  That age old question that everyone would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;love to&lt;/span&gt; know the answer to about something in there life that they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;struggling&lt;/span&gt; with.  The other day though I was outside and I was helping my mom plant flowers.  We had gone to Lowe's and bought a bunch of different flowers and plants and then gone to her house and we started planting.  As I looked at the garden I saw some of the things that had already been planted from before.  Some of them were dying and others were now going to be out of place and not fit into the design that I had in my head so I suggested that we pull up the dying plants and chuck them.. Next we planted some of the new things.  Well then we needed to dig up some of the old in order to fit the new design and this continued until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;essentially&lt;/span&gt; we had dug up all the old plants, to fit in the new design. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I think back on that experience and how much more work it was to take out the dying plants, and the old plants, to fit in the new plants, I think about our relationship with God.  I believe that he has been doing the same to me.  He had to take out the dying areas in my life first, take what my old ways were and change them into his new design for my life.  He is the one that has the blueprint to my life.  Not me.  It is so hard for us to realize that and give up that control to him.. I know that is a struggle in my life.  Fear is what drives us away from giving up that control.  So for now I will put one foot in front of the other and instead of looking down I will look forward and remember the time I played in the dirt with my mom and instead of asking "WHY" I will say "Please".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-7658319828926217707?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/7658319828926217707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=7658319828926217707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/7658319828926217707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/7658319828926217707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2009/05/playing-in-dirt.html' title='Playing In The Dirt'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-7053088359297692581</id><published>2009-03-30T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:29:35.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand In The Rain</title><content type='html'>I don't know how many people have actually heard an amazing song by SuperChick called Stand In The Rain.  Here are the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She never slows down.She doesn't know why but she knows that when she's all alone, feels like its all coming downShe won't turn aroundThe shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]So stand in the rain Stand your ground Stand up when it's all crashing down You stand through the pain You won't drown And one day, whats lost can be found You stand in the rain She won't make a sound Alone in this fight with herself and the fears whispering if she stands she'll fall downShe wants to be found The only way out is through everything she's running from wants to give up and lie down.&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]So stand in the rainStand your groundStand up when it's all crashing downYou stand through the pain You won't drown And one day, whats lost can be found You stand in the rain So stand in the rain Stand your ground Stand up when it's all crashing down Stand through the painYou won't drown And one day, whats lost can be found&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]So stand in the rainStand your ground Stand up when it's all crashing downYou stand through the painYou won't drownAnd one day, whats lost can be foundYou stand in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been my anthem for the past 2 years... Even before I decided to give my life back to Christ.  So my life for the past 16 days has been filled with excruciating pain, 9 of those days in the hospital in which I continue to be at this present time.  I have felt pain in my life physically for a long time now because of different medical cocnditions but this time it reached a whole new level.... I thought to myself are you serious.  Ok God I did what you wanted me to do! I gave my life to you, I am going to go into the missions and I am trying to lead a life soley devoted to you and this is what happens!  That was the initial reaction.  I have to tell you that as the days go on and on and the Dr's come in and out of your room and they tell you things like it could be cancer.  We need to run more tests, we need another MRI, CT whatever the case is you learn to hold on to threads of hope and faith.  You learn to take one moment, one minute, one hour, one day at a time.  I have alot of questions but not alot of answers.  That seems to be the same with my relationship with God.  The few things that I do know though is that he loves me, that he will never leave me, and that as long as I have faith as small as a mustard seed in Him it will grow day by day into something beautiful as long as I water it.... I have to remain strong and keep pushing through becuase that is the only thing that is going to get me through this thing and that is what I do.  Don't get me wrong it is hard and it hurts because I was getting to the point were I was walking with my cane pretty good and I was making great progress in physical therapy, and then now I am lying here in a bed and my left leg is soo weak again and now my right leg that I had no problems with before is going out on me.  There is almost no spot on my body that you can touch that doesn't hurt.  I cry and wonder why do things have to be so hard, and I beg and plead with God to not make me end up in a wheelchair for the rest of my life.   For now I just have to have faith that in the next second, minute, hour, and day, that God loves me and he is there for me and put one foot in front of the other and keep moving forward and never  entertain the idea of sitting down and giving up!  Always Stand even if it is in the Rain!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-7053088359297692581?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/7053088359297692581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=7053088359297692581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/7053088359297692581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/7053088359297692581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2009/03/stand-in-rain.html' title='Stand In The Rain'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-6334754313540366296</id><published>2009-02-23T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:23:45.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Sarah?</title><content type='html'>For the longest time it has been my desire to have children.  I went through rounds of fertility treatments when I was first married.  I got pregnant.  I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; happy! I told everyone.  You see I was told that I probably would have a hard time and I did but it had worked!  I went to my Dr's visits and I took care of myself and I did everything that I was supposed to do.  I remember I went to my appointment and I got to hear the heartbeat and I just cried.  It was one of the happiest days of my life.  Time went by and then On July 27, 2005 I had a miscarriage.  I remember that day like it was yesterday.  Going to the Dr because of the issues I was having.. them taking me in to get a sonogram.  Them bringing another Dr in the room me screaming to hear the heartbeat... The somber looks... And finally the news.  Having to go to the hospital later that night everything.... My baby would've been three... All these memories come flooding back to me.  In church on Sunday Pastor Jeff talked about Sarah and Abraham and how God had asked Abraham to sacrifice his only son Isaac.  After it had taken Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; long to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conceive&lt;/span&gt;.  He was faithful.  I asked this question again to my Dr can I have children?  Complicated answer.... Yes and no... Am I supposed to remain steadfast and believe that God will give me the desires of my heart?  Or are the desires of my heart not his?  I know that right at this present time it is totally out of the question, I get that.  Am I supposed to adopt?  For now all I know is that when I start to think of these events I have to ask God to continue to remove the feelings of bitterness and guilt.  It is hard though... That is why for now I will just share my love with other children, and people who need it!  I can't help but wonder Will I be blessed enough to be Sarah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-6334754313540366296?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/6334754313540366296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=6334754313540366296' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/6334754313540366296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/6334754313540366296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2009/02/am-i-sarah.html' title='Am I Sarah?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-2403859738848258379</id><published>2009-02-07T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:39:06.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under The Bridge</title><content type='html'>So today I went downtown along a bunch of other people from the church to feed and minister to people "Under The Bridge"  It was an amazing experience that saddened me, filled me with joy broke me, humbled me even more all in a time span of 3 and a half hours.  You see over a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hundred&lt;/span&gt; people on the streets men, women, children.. they are dirty, they smell bad, but they are PEOPLE.  I talked with a man named Curtis at great length.  Here was a grown man talking to me and as I am telling him my story I can't hold back the tears any longer and I start to cry and then he starts to cry and tell me that he does know Jesus but that he messed up real bad.  The conversation continued and I just encouraged him and prayed with him.... After we got done talking he thanked me for being real and that this was what he needed.... God gave me so much courage today because I can tell you that it was through him that I even started that conversation... This experience has only fueled my fire to reach lost people all over the world even more so that they might know Jesus in a true unique relationship.  It was also another eye opener to me that it was not that long ago that I was that lost but now I am found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-2403859738848258379?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/2403859738848258379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=2403859738848258379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/2403859738848258379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/2403859738848258379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2009/02/under-bridge.html' title='Under The Bridge'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-2963557563601606836</id><published>2009-01-28T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:36:00.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Things Truly are Possible</title><content type='html'>Do you remember people telling you Never say Never.  Well I didn't believe that saying until tonight.  Pastor Jeff has been challenging us to tell our story and it is crazy because I would have to say that there are people in my life that know more about me right now that aren't related to me.  Tonight my dad came over and we were going to work on some things for his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; and as we were working we started to talk.  As we were talking things started to come out that I wanted to tell him for so long... I started to tell him my story.  He cried and asked for forgiveness and said that he was sorry... All reactions that I wasn't expecting... I am truly blown away at the fact that God loves me enough to know that I needed that.  That my heart has been broken for so long and it is mending slowly by all these things that he is allowing me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; through Him.  The saying All Things are Possible is true.  He is building me into what he wants me to be part by part and teaching me how to forgive and let go along the way.... Life is so much more Beautiful with God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-2963557563601606836?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/2963557563601606836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=2963557563601606836' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/2963557563601606836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/2963557563601606836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-things-truly-are-possible.html' title='All Things Truly are Possible'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-9167644742491920009</id><published>2009-01-27T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:40:56.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In the Passenger Seat</title><content type='html'>God has been completely blowing my mind away with how awesome and mighty he has been over the past couple of weeks.  I never knew what I was truly missing in my life and now that I know I am just sorry that I wasted so much time in my life without him in it.  I am so happy to say that since I have finally accepted my purpose in my life I am walking with a cane.  Being in a wheelchair wasn't God's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cruel&lt;/span&gt; way of punishing me like I thought it was his only way of getting my attention because I was running form him in more that one way.  I will pursue going into ministry with a focus into missions.  This past week God has really tested me in all facets of my life.  One particular area are my finances and I found that by following through on something that God wanted me to do he provided the very next day when I needed him.  It is amazing.  I am finding myself speechless.  I am also finding too that the devil is working overtime.  So I have finally crawled from the backseat of the car to the passenger seat and decided to sit alongside Jesus and let him drive and talk with him the whole way through this thing called Life because there is NO way that I can make it through without HIM!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-9167644742491920009?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/9167644742491920009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=9167644742491920009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/9167644742491920009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/9167644742491920009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-in-passenger-seat.html' title='I&apos;m In the Passenger Seat'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-8681054742811154072</id><published>2009-01-23T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:10:39.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Spark Plugs Were Installed</title><content type='html'>I think that God has a sense of humor.  He has to.  So as I have been blogging my life has been changing lately for the good, but not without a cost in other areas of my life.  I have always said growing up that I would never go into ministry whatsoever because my dad was a pastor and well putting it nicely I have issues with him.  He is a great man and was a great pastor, but fell short on the whole dad thing.  So that being said this whole thing of me being shoved by God into the direction of ministry is "wow", but yet I am excited.  So I was having a conversation with God and basically I was trying to feel him out.... I wanted to know what it was that I was supposed to be doing to start this whole thing... I wanted to just go into the church sit down with a pastor tell them my story let them know my passion and go from there... God told me "NO" I needed to go and volunteer and do whatever it was that they needed done for a little while.  I had to start at the bottom.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; fine. So I did just that.  Wouldn't you know that thing that I really don't care to do the most is what the asked me to do... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Trifolds&lt;/span&gt;... I used to have to fold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trifold&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bulletins&lt;/span&gt; EVERY week for my dad, and I HATED IT! You know what though it wasn't that bad.  Then when I was done with that I was given other things to do... I remember one night on my drive home I told God you know I could be doing so much more for them because I am smart and creative.  I got Smacked in the face by God he said " You know what I could be doing so much more for you because I know everything if you would just move over and let me take complete control."  WOW.... talk about being humbled... I get it.  I am exactly were I am supposed to be.  So for now I will fold, type, label, copy, clean toilets, do whatever it is with a joyful heart knowing that this is the time that God is stripping me of everything so that I can grow the way that I was meant to all along.  I have never felt so excited and so passionate to help people and for them to know Jesus then I do now and it feels AWESOME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-8681054742811154072?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/8681054742811154072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=8681054742811154072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/8681054742811154072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/8681054742811154072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-spark-plugs-were-installed.html' title='New Spark Plugs Were Installed'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-7529608551622794286</id><published>2009-01-18T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:55:56.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Engine</title><content type='html'>So today I was coloring with my niece &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anastasha&lt;/span&gt; who is 4 and she was in she was in a hurry to finish her picture before me.  I was taking my time and outlining and making everything perfect and she had completed 4 pages before I had even done one.  As we were coloring I asked her why she didn't want to color a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; page and she told me "because Aunt Shelly it will take too much time and I just want to hurry up and do as many pages as I can." Later on as I started to think about this I realized that we are all in this huge race and we just want to see how much we can do.  We don't worry about the quality of our life, our relationships with people and most importantly our relationship with God.  I have been forced to slow down in life and am realizing more and more that even in the moments that I have I can waste so much time doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; nothing.  People that have known me for any amount of time have never seen me as a "Godly Person". I would venture to say that if you would ask them they would say that I am a good person that would help others out, and that I go the extra mile.  That just doesn't sit well with me anymore.  I want people to know God.  I want them to experience him! I want them to feel the Holy Spirit like never before.  I want them to know that even in the good times it is good to have a relationship with God.  I just want people to see Jesus in me and find him.  Life is too hard to go through without him.  He remade my engine and made me new and everyday is perfecting me into the person that he wants me to be. And I will continue to sing It is Well With My Soul. So whatever you are going through in your life know that God can bring you through it and you are not alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-7529608551622794286?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/7529608551622794286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=7529608551622794286' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/7529608551622794286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/7529608551622794286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-engine.html' title='The New Engine'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-9110981239758069838</id><published>2009-01-13T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:15:00.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving It Some Gas</title><content type='html'>So I have been doing some major soul searching over the last months.  Life has been rough of the past year.  I don't believe in New Years resolutions because I think that you should try to constantly be making yourself a better person.  This year was no different.  I have missed the last couple Sundays of church because I have been sick, but I have been talking with my husband &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; more and more I believe that God is putting up HUGE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt; for what I want and for what HE wants for me.  It seems that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I want to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pursue&lt;/span&gt; the dreams that I always had of becoming a Doctor I get seriously ill.  He has been laying on my heart that my sole purpose in life is to share my story.... When I had told my husband this one Sunday after he got home from church his eyes got huge. He told me that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt;"t believe that I was telling him this because that was what the whole sermon was on.... I think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things that have happened to me in my life like me in this wheelchair right now was God's way of slowing me down.  I was going a thousand miles an hour and had no time for Him.  I was going to constantly put what I wanted in front of what God wanted.  The scary part of all this is that I don't know what all this looks like.  I don't know how to begin.  So for now I will wait for God to continue to work in me and I will walk again soon one day! I believe that ! I will give God the glory when it happens.  I want to help people and hopefully show them the beauty in life and in God .  I want to make a difference in the world.  I believe that is my purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-9110981239758069838?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/9110981239758069838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=9110981239758069838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/9110981239758069838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/9110981239758069838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2009/01/giving-it-some-gas.html' title='Giving It Some Gas'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-5970084448531922227</id><published>2008-09-28T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:41:01.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in The Backseat</title><content type='html'>So life has taken a drastic turn for me! That is putting it very lightly to say the least.  Just when I thought that things couldn't have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slown&lt;/span&gt; down down anymore, my life been put on hold anymore than it already had been, my future been as unclear as it was, guess what! It can, and it did.  So now the true questions that I am faced with are were do I go from here.  Where is God in all of this?  Does he even fit in anywhere in my life anymore?  Today I thought of that song by Audio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Adrenaline&lt;/span&gt; called Underdog.  That gave me a twinge of hope, but then the anger and all those old feelings came back.  When does God waive the white flag of surrender in our name to the devil? Does he ever?  I know that we all have to suffer in this lifetime and I know that some greater than others for the good of others, but what if we are tired?  Is that selfish? So for now my life once again is controlled even more so by the reliance on others.  I must say that life in the backseat is not were I am comfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-5970084448531922227?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/5970084448531922227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=5970084448531922227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/5970084448531922227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/5970084448531922227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-in-backseat.html' title='Life in The Backseat'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-7383635823392011687</id><published>2008-09-02T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T07:18:13.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Furiously Confused...</title><content type='html'>We have all heard the saying that life is like a box of chocolate's we never know what we're gonna get. I knew there was a reason why I never cared much for chocolate, or that saying. This past week has been up there there on my top 5 hardest of my life, and some harder ones still to come. I have been struggling the past 2 days since Jovon brought me the computer whether or not to write on my blog what was going on so that I could ask for prayer.... I know that may sound kind of weird to some of you but if you knew me you would know that I'm a very private person and I have just recently gotten back into God and it has been a tough road. Wednesday of last week I was laying in bed and my left leg started to tingle, then go numb, then no feeling!!!!!!!!!!! The sensation started to spread up the rest of the left side of my body. Yeah I was freaking out! Woke up Jovon in a HURRY..... got to the hospital .... I will spare you all those details. After being admitted and that night last Wed and still being here as I type this even still.... and having spinal taps, MRI'S, and countless other test my Doctors came to the conclusion that I have nerve damage caused by the Lupus that they diagnosed about a month and a half ago that has been tearing my body apart. He of course has some fancy words for it that I can't remember because the only thing that I can remember is the part were I asked him well "I will regain full function of my leg right? Because right now I still can't even move it let alone walk on it.... ???" He looked at me and told me that in most of patients only 30% of them regained full function. WHAT!!!! DID I hear you right no I must not have. I don't understand though I did what I was supposed to I went back to God finally and have been trying to get him as the driver of all things. This is what happens..... I give over some CONTROL again and my life seems to be doing donuts only they never stop long enough for me to be able to see straight. So now at this point &lt;strong&gt;I'm Trying &lt;/strong&gt;not to be so furious with God, but I must admit sometimes I win and poor God man I'm thankful he is a God of grace. So now comes the hard part.... I'm on a whole bunch of medication both IV and orally and will be in the hospital for sometime for inpatient rehab. Trying to get to 100% If not that just functional will do. I never really do this. But if you are reading this because of Tiffany's blog which is the only reason why you would be please please pray for my husband Jovon that God would give him strength to continue to go to work everyday and then come see me, and please after that if you have time throw my name in there. I would greatly appreciate it I still am confused and don't understand why these things happen I guess am starting to realize that I may never have the answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-7383635823392011687?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/7383635823392011687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=7383635823392011687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/7383635823392011687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/7383635823392011687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-furiously-confused.html' title='2 Furiously Confused...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8169444183386036881.post-5792500217837794464</id><published>2008-08-26T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T11:12:15.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Fast 4 You!</title><content type='html'>OK so I know what some of you are thinking. The title to my blog is so cliche. I mean after all it is a name to a movie.. Well. I have had alot of time to think in the past couple of days and in those VERY lonely moments I kept on quietly screaming at God. It was that muffled cry from deep in my soul. The questions of all the whys and what ifs engulfing my mind overwhelming me. Not the angry screaming I hate you God why are you doing this to me. I realized that every time that I finally seem to be getting somewhere in my life that something else MAJOR happens and I'm yanked right back off the road like a broken down car. I remember having a discussion with a friend of mine and I had asked her about a decision that I was facing that what if we walked through the wrong door what would God do? Well I found out real quick! It took less than 2 months. Sure in those 2 months I was superwoman. I was killing myself to make the job work that I thought I was supposed to take. I was neglecting God. I stopped going to church because I was so tired. My body gave out on me completely. I became a broken car! Only my engine light had come on way before I ran out of gas. I thought I was 2 fast for life that I could outrun any of my problems without God and in times outrun God. In this blog I will share how I have run, try to be the driver, the engineer, and the mechanic of my own car. Or what you refer to this thing called LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8169444183386036881-5792500217837794464?l=sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/feeds/5792500217837794464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8169444183386036881&amp;postID=5792500217837794464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/5792500217837794464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8169444183386036881/posts/default/5792500217837794464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sunshine-2fast2furious.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-fast-4-you.html' title='2 Fast 4 You!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15363105566881605630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GdkFWk9tUi4/THlhJm7UPeI/AAAAAAAAABs/G_MAM72PAcA/S220/Kenya+Pictures+2010+453.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
