<?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-7088650341008993859</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:11:01.146-05:00</updated><category term='Christianity'/><category term='movie'/><category term='University City'/><category term='fun'/><category term='couch cover'/><category term='Christians'/><category term='love'/><category term='Ashton Kutcher'/><category term='God'/><category term='Cameron Diaz'/><category term='Vegas'/><category term='Bible'/><title type='text'>Amber, Just a Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-1525050598506746824</id><published>2012-02-04T13:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T13:29:01.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, if you are willing, you can do it.</title><summary type='text'>


Jesus came down from
the mountainside. Large crowds followed him. A man who had a skin disease came
and got down on his knees in front of Jesus. He said, "Lord, if you are
willing to make me 'clean,' you can do it." Jesus reached out his hand and
touched the man. "I am willing to do it," he said. "Be
'clean'!" Right away the man was healed of his skin disease.  – Matthew 8:1-3



Any of us who</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/1525050598506746824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=1525050598506746824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/1525050598506746824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/1525050598506746824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2012/02/normal-0-false-false-false.html' title='Lord, if you are willing, you can do it.'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-7667770710183348676</id><published>2011-08-19T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T00:38:10.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem</title><summary type='text'>Originally posted on 5/28/08

Dawn's Eternal Invitation

Early morning
The stars retire from their watch
Withdrawing their luminance
Silence cloaks all creation

Suddenly Dawn
Breaks upon the horizon
Daylight comes with symphony
Bringing with her a new day

And so You are
In my bleakest moment
Bursting forth in a song of grace
Beckoning me to dance
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/7667770710183348676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=7667770710183348676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/7667770710183348676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/7667770710183348676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/05/poem.html' title='A poem'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-7962459517405288469</id><published>2011-08-15T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T09:04:42.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Better Way</title><summary type='text'>Some call me old-fashioned when it comes to dating. I wasn't always this way. Until the last year or so, if I liked a guy, I went for it, because if I didn't let him know I was interested how would he know? Surely no one could put us together better than I could, and certainly God couldn't find the right person for me and put things together without my help.

I am by nature a go-getter and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/7962459517405288469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=7962459517405288469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/7962459517405288469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/7962459517405288469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2011/08/better-way.html' title='The Better Way'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-2044061850623684840</id><published>2011-08-06T09:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T09:30:01.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>His.</title><summary type='text'>I find that God often uses normal, everyday things to teach me or remind  me of things about Himself or who I am in Christ. Those moments have  come after cleaning a kitchen, only to have it immediately dirtied  again. They have come watching Kirby learn new things. That reminder may  come in the form of a beautiful flower that I feel God sent just to  cheer me. Recently, a reminder of who I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/2044061850623684840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=2044061850623684840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/2044061850623684840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/2044061850623684840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2011/08/his.html' title='His.'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-6063378398495762949</id><published>2011-01-13T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T22:40:59.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking blog -- à la Amber</title><summary type='text'>Check out my new cooking blog!

And the delicious Strawberry Lemon Sourdough Muffins!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/6063378398495762949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=6063378398495762949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/6063378398495762949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/6063378398495762949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2011/01/cooking-blog-la-amber.html' title='Cooking blog -- à la Amber'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-3659278311273029460</id><published>2011-01-02T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T01:38:37.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sentimental Reasons</title><summary type='text'>Do you remember that girl in elementary school who always used  to pass notes? And she would go home with a pocket full of them, put  them on her dresser, and a week later shove them into a drawer only to  forget about them for a while?

What about that girl in middle school who would save each and every  little note or pencil or piece of gum or anything from a boy? After that  flavor had expired</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/3659278311273029460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=3659278311273029460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/3659278311273029460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/3659278311273029460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2011/01/for-sentimental-reasons.html' title='For Sentimental Reasons'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-2907641471638597197</id><published>2010-12-25T00:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T00:14:05.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories: Footprints in the Snow</title><summary type='text'>This time of year tends to cause a person to reminisce. Past experiences  become a part of the ever-changing landscape of our lives. While Jesus  is central to Christmas, it is also a time of togetherness, a  celebration of family and love, tradition, and a time to make memories.  Tonight I am reminiscing of Christmases past.When I was a little  girl Christmas Eve was always spent at my dad’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/2907641471638597197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=2907641471638597197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/2907641471638597197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/2907641471638597197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2010/12/memories-footprints-in-snow.html' title='Memories: Footprints in the Snow'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-9220404143728224824</id><published>2010-12-25T00:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T00:13:28.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason for Christmas</title><summary type='text'>The Gift(Adapted from the Holy Bible)In the beginning was the WordThe Word  was with   GodThe Word was God The Word became  fleshAnd dwelt  among usFor  to us a Child is bornTo us a  son is givenHe's called  Wonderful, CounselorMighty GodEverlasting  Father, Prince of  Peace He was  despisedRejectedA man of  griefFamiliar with pain Pierced for  our transgressionsCrushed  for our sinsWe are healed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/9220404143728224824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=9220404143728224824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/9220404143728224824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/9220404143728224824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2010/12/reason-for-christmas.html' title='The Reason for Christmas'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-5227251487010655906</id><published>2010-09-17T09:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T10:01:41.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Imitators</title><summary type='text'>Ephesians 5:1, 2  Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly  loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave  himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.         “Amber!  Amber! Amber! You’re here!” she yells as I open the front door and walk  inside. She has been waiting for my arrival. A quick hug, sometimes not,  and then she disappears. She walks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/5227251487010655906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=5227251487010655906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/5227251487010655906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/5227251487010655906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2010/09/imitation-is-best-form-of-flattery.html' title='Be Imitators'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-2675448266919508192</id><published>2010-03-04T10:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:48:47.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here am I.  Send me. (Part 2)</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday we left off at the part where God made it clear that He wanted me to attend Lighthouse and use my musical talent to serve Him there, which brings us to where God still had bigger plans than I did.I knew that the group met at a home every Wednesday night for a small group Bible study. I had been putting off attending because it's a long drive for me (about 40 minutes) and was a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/2675448266919508192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=2675448266919508192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/2675448266919508192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/2675448266919508192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2010/03/here-am-i-send-me-part-2.html' title='Here am I.  Send me. (Part 2)'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-254604233769657816</id><published>2010-03-04T09:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:17:40.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here am I.  Send me. (Part 1)</title><summary type='text'>Don't tell God that you're willing to serve Him unless you are really willing to serve Him.For the past couple of years, I haven't had time to be as involved in church as I'd like to be. I also haven't had a church that I could really call my church home. I have come to a point that not only do I have time to serve, but looking at the big picture I can see that God has had a place for me all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/254604233769657816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=254604233769657816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/254604233769657816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/254604233769657816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2010/03/here-am-i-send-me-part-1.html' title='Here am I.  Send me. (Part 1)'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-917097215444175592</id><published>2009-12-04T01:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:29:58.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Move Ahead Bold and Confident</title><summary type='text'>Seventeen and a half years ago I embarked on a journey having no idea where it would take me.  Dressed in a plaid jumper with my hair pulled back as tightly as Mama could get it, I walked into the classroom for the first time as a student.  In kindergarten, I wanted to be a teacher.  I probably also wanted to be a teacher in first grade, second, third, forth, and fifth as well.  By the time sixth</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/917097215444175592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=917097215444175592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/917097215444175592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/917097215444175592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-will-move-ahead-bold-and-confident.html' title='I Will Move Ahead Bold and Confident'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-6710443413166256386</id><published>2009-07-07T23:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:39:21.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>True Wealth</title><summary type='text'>I woke up this morning in the camper that I'm living in and thought, "I am so rich." I have no money that is truly mine.  I have no income.  I don't have money to go out and shop, get my nails done, or get a new car, but I am so rich.  My parents give me just enough money every month to cover food, gas, and my gym membership.  I live in a camper.  I drive an old car with almost 190k miles on it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/6710443413166256386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=6710443413166256386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/6710443413166256386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/6710443413166256386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/07/true-wealth.html' title='True Wealth'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-199095416171549155</id><published>2009-06-10T09:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:41:05.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Impressions</title><summary type='text'>There are times when we are all put into situations where we aren't able to be ourselves.  Perhaps it's an awkward situation, a bad day, our of your comfort zone... whatever it might be for you, it's inevitable that during one of those times you will meet someone and make a first impression that doesn't necessarily reflect who you are.  This poem is about one of those times.The many commas in the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/199095416171549155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=199095416171549155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/199095416171549155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/199095416171549155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-impressions_3001.html' title='First Impressions'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-6772599593194799470</id><published>2009-05-09T16:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:08:07.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shelter in the time of Storm</title><summary type='text'>The temperature has dropped at least ten degrees in the last twenty minutes.  The thunder has been rumbling for about the last forty-five minutes and the storm clouds have been rolling in from the south.  I know it's the south because I looked at the map and saw which direction the road ran and it runs SE to NW and so I determined that the storm is coming from the south.  The lighting is shooting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/6772599593194799470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=6772599593194799470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/6772599593194799470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/6772599593194799470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/05/shelter-in-time-of-storm.html' title='A Shelter in the time of Storm'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-154010908559496070</id><published>2009-04-15T21:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:12:19.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lesson of the Amaryllis</title><summary type='text'>A friend received an amaryllis bulb as a gift.  It came with a soil disk and a pot.  She planted the amaryllis and we watched as the bulb took root and the first green shoots sprung up out of the soil.  Daily she watched over that little plant, making sure that it had enough water, the right amount of light, and that everything was done to ensure its growth.  After a week of watching the plant, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/154010908559496070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=154010908559496070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/154010908559496070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/154010908559496070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/04/lesson-of-amaryllis.html' title='The Lesson of the Amaryllis'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-1102128601191424665</id><published>2009-03-28T23:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:00:13.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Dissonance</title><summary type='text'>I am black and whiteHot or cold, never just rightClean lines, sharp cornersThunder and lightningHitting hard, leaving quicklyFlorida summerYou are shades of grayCozy and comfortableSoft lines, round edgesThe perfect weatherApril showers, May flowersA typical SpringOpposites attractYou and I are night and dayPerfect dissonance</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/1102128601191424665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=1102128601191424665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/1102128601191424665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/1102128601191424665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect-dissonance.html' title='Perfect Dissonance'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-7989120277650462216</id><published>2009-03-10T09:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:39:53.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Frills and Thrills  -- Sonrise 2008 SAU</title><summary type='text'>Sp</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/7989120277650462216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=7989120277650462216&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/7989120277650462216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/7989120277650462216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/03/easter-frills-and-thrills-sonrise-2008.html' title='Easter Frills and Thrills  -- Sonrise 2008 SAU'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-7091331665340037109</id><published>2009-03-02T17:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:14:12.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>50 First Dates</title><summary type='text'>I had a date this morning.  In fact, I've had a date every morning for the last 50.  And I have to say... I am falling madly in love.  Now, ya'll need to understand something.  I am NOT a morning person.  I don't do mornings.  Ask my brother -- I punched him for waking me up once.  I know what you're thinking.  It's ok, go ahead and pity my date.  He knew exactly what he was getting into though.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/7091331665340037109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=7091331665340037109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/7091331665340037109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/7091331665340037109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/03/50-first-dates.html' title='50 First Dates'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-9154939954639403519</id><published>2009-02-27T14:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:04:15.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Price of Purity</title><summary type='text'>This morning, I read a story on Fox News about a 22 year old who is selling her virginity online.  According to the story, the young woman's offer has netted a 3.7 million dollar offer and has had over 10,000 bids.The Moonlite Bunny Ranch, the brothel that is arranging and hosting the deal, sounded especially gung-ho about Dylan."Natalie is a virgin and would like to sell this priceless and rare </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/9154939954639403519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=9154939954639403519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/9154939954639403519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/9154939954639403519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/02/price-of-purity.html' title='The Price of Purity'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-5582700424962824655</id><published>2009-02-20T14:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T14:16:16.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Xylitol</title><summary type='text'>Smack, smack, POP!  As I write this essay I am enjoying my Trident® Watermelon Twist™ gum and its benefits to my oral health.  Trident® gum is one of many products on the market containing xylitol.  In clinical studies, xylitol has been proven to safely and naturally reduce decay by increasing saliva production, “starving” Streptococcus mutans, and maintaining the pH balance of the oral cavity.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/5582700424962824655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=5582700424962824655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/5582700424962824655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/5582700424962824655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/02/power-of-xylitol.html' title='The Power of Xylitol'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-454625871918056435</id><published>2009-02-09T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:39:09.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Video</title><summary type='text'>Stoned Little Kid After Dentist Visit - Watch more Funny Videos</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/454625871918056435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=454625871918056435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/454625871918056435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/454625871918056435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/02/funny-video.html' title='Funny Video'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-2958784588079839807</id><published>2009-02-08T17:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:00:32.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Which the Red Sea Parts</title><summary type='text'>The Israelites escaped Egypt with Moses as their leader, but God as their guide.  God told Pharaoh, "Let My people go."  After a bit (ok, a lot) of persuasion, he finally did.  So, guided by a pillar of fire/ cloud, the Israelites were led toward the Red Sea.  Pharaoh must have been hit in the head by a few too many frogs or perhaps got some parasite that decided to eat away at his brain from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/2958784588079839807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=2958784588079839807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/2958784588079839807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/2958784588079839807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-which-red-sea-parts.html' title='In Which the Red Sea Parts'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-9067754857159056900</id><published>2009-02-06T22:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:46:38.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth Rally</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/9067754857159056900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=9067754857159056900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/9067754857159056900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/9067754857159056900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/02/youth-rally.html' title='Youth Rally'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-8117211608079107970</id><published>2009-01-27T17:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:51:56.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Having an Attitude of Gratitude</title><summary type='text'>I came home from school today and noticed that there were dishes in the sink, so I rinsed them off and loaded the dishwasher.  No sooner than I had put the very last dish in the dishwasher, The Child comes along, fixes herself something to eat, and drops her plate (not even rinsed, mind you) into the sink.  Then, The Child fixes herself something else to eat and leaves a mess.  Then, The Child </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/8117211608079107970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=8117211608079107970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/8117211608079107970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/8117211608079107970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-having-attitude-of-gratitude.html' title='On Having an Attitude of Gratitude'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-1663676551056723005</id><published>2009-01-23T18:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:45:10.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raising Children</title><summary type='text'>For my daily devotions, I have been reading from the book Patriarchs and Prophets.  The book covers from Creation to the reign of King David and discuses the role of our planet in the cosmic conflict between right and wrong.  The author talks about the rebellion of Lucifer and fall of man and writes about how this ongoing conflict between God and Satan affects each of us.  It does this by showing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/1663676551056723005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=1663676551056723005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/1663676551056723005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/1663676551056723005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/01/raising-children.html' title='Raising Children'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-2126414041375203505</id><published>2009-01-20T16:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:59:45.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guarding the Fortress</title><summary type='text'>My heart is secured by lock and key,bound by walls you cannot see.What was once a hospital for healing,has become a prison of my own design.You're chipping away at the fortress within,and I desperately long to let you come in.A pebble slips out, small and unnoticed,mortar crumbles, stones fall, keys turn.I must remain on guard and alert,so my walls will not fall down and Iwill not with reckless </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/2126414041375203505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=2126414041375203505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/2126414041375203505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/2126414041375203505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/01/guarding-fortress.html' title='Guarding the Fortress'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-7790435220232142407</id><published>2009-01-19T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:31:21.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The One-Minute Writer: Today's Writing Prompt: Obama</title><summary type='text'>The One-Minute Writer: Today's Writing Prompt: ObamaI don't know that I could speak to him.  I voted McCain/ Palin and I'm proud that I voted McCain/ Palin.  Beyond being civil like I would to almost anyone, there is very little beyond civility that I could say to him and REMAIN civil.  I do not like him.  I did not vote for him.  I do not agree with him.  I am not looking forward to inauguration</summary><link rel='related' href='http://oneminutewriter.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-writing-prompt-obama.html' title='The One-Minute Writer: Today&apos;s Writing Prompt: Obama'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/7790435220232142407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=7790435220232142407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/7790435220232142407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/7790435220232142407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-minute-writer-todays-writing-prompt.html' title='The One-Minute Writer: Today&apos;s Writing Prompt: Obama'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-7140003776693538593</id><published>2009-01-15T09:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:20:20.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><summary type='text'>One Minute Blogger Question -- What is the last thing that made you cry?Exhaustion.  Sunday night, due to excitement about school starting mixed in with some anxiety and just a generally difficult time falling asleep these days, I didn't sleep at all.Monday was an intense day, filled with frustrating things and so as I sat there, I just felt like crying because I was so completely exhausted.  So,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/7140003776693538593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=7140003776693538593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/7140003776693538593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/7140003776693538593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/01/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-2537713625060209348</id><published>2009-01-11T10:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T10:34:23.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture Paints a Thousand Words</title><summary type='text'>One Minute Writer Prompt: What one moment in your past do you wish was immortalized in a photograph?When I look back on my past and the things that I will remember most, there are a few times that stand out for me.  One is cutting the grass with Papa or reading on the couch with him.  He had a huge yard and he'd let me ride on the lawnmower with him whenever he cut the grass.  We read so many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/2537713625060209348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=2537713625060209348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/2537713625060209348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/2537713625060209348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/01/picture-paints-thousand-words.html' title='A Picture Paints a Thousand Words'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NNkBHTI5SuE/SWoQ5b6hxuI/AAAAAAAAFHc/iVy7k1u-qoQ/s72-c/moment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-3506194708848626998</id><published>2009-01-05T17:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:36:21.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day</title><summary type='text'>The weather was beautiful today.  Well, it didn't start out that beautiful, but it turned into a lovely day.  I got up this morning, laid in bed for a long time with my laptop listening to music, catching up on blogs, seeing what was new on the Facebook scene, etc.  Then, I got up and went out for a walk.  It was cloudy, but warm.  I came home, got a shower, and made myself a boca burger to curb </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/3506194708848626998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=3506194708848626998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/3506194708848626998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/3506194708848626998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-day.html' title='A Good Day'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-3144064044177803335</id><published>2009-01-05T00:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:54:33.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Knows My Name</title><summary type='text'> Cyrus, I am sending for you by name.        I am doing it for the good of the family of Jacob.        They are my servants.     I am doing it for Israel.        They are my chosen people.     You do not know anything about me.        But I am giving you a title of honor.     I am the Lord. There is no other Lord.        I am the one and only God.     You do not know anything about me.        But</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/3144064044177803335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=3144064044177803335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/3144064044177803335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/3144064044177803335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-knows-my-name.html' title='He Knows My Name'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-3605648207996917179</id><published>2009-01-04T13:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:36:55.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking with God</title><summary type='text'>I finished reading The Shack recently and did not like it for various reasons; however, the overall message of the book was good.  Since reading it there are a few things that have stuck with me -- one being that God is all about relationship.So often, I think we get caught up in the "rules".  Don't drink, don't smoke, go to church, be a good person, don't screw up, don't say bad words, don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/3605648207996917179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=3605648207996917179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/3605648207996917179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/3605648207996917179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2009/01/walking-with-god.html' title='Walking with God'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-5221738468726550947</id><published>2008-12-09T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:27:23.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowflakes</title><summary type='text'>Varenda and I went to Target today.  As we walked into the store I commented on how it was warmer than what I had expected (about 50ish) and that I didn't really need my jacket.  When we walked out of the store, she said, "Oh look!  There are snowflakes!"  I said, "No.. it's too warm."  And then I looked, and sure enough -- there were white flakes falling from the sky!!  "It really is snowing!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/5221738468726550947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=5221738468726550947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/5221738468726550947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/5221738468726550947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/12/snowflakes.html' title='Snowflakes'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-1731490456783470020</id><published>2008-11-24T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:39:46.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Bad News about Justin</title><summary type='text'>My cousin's MRIs are giving the doctor reason to be concerned and they are going to start aggressive radiation therapy with him.  The type of cancer they SAID he had only has a 30% chance of survival rate with surgery and chemo/ radiation.  My dad said that my uncle said (that idk who said) that the doctors are now not sure what kind of cancer it was, which doesn't make since b/c the pathology </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/1731490456783470020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=1731490456783470020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/1731490456783470020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/1731490456783470020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-bad-news-about-justin.html' title='More Bad News about Justin'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-4843148912381198868</id><published>2008-11-24T15:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:05:12.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><summary type='text'>I never blog here.  I don't know why because I blog at Xanga and I read other's blogs.  I should just double post.  I think part of the reason I don't though is because I know who reads my Xanga and I have more control over it (or at least I know how to have more control over it).  If I were to double post, I might have to start being more careful what I say!So, let's see what's been going on in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/4843148912381198868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=4843148912381198868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/4843148912381198868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/4843148912381198868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/11/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-3526330400525354761</id><published>2008-10-10T23:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:12:16.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come soon Jesus</title><summary type='text'>UPDATE: The pathology report showed that the tumor was cancerous.  I haven't spoken to Justin, but our uncle said that he is in good spirits and positive.  He was released from the hospital today and is going to be staying at a rehab center in Jacksonville  -- I don't know for how long.I think it's really poopy that my 19 year old cousin has cancer.  But I KNOW that God is bigger than this and no</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/3526330400525354761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=3526330400525354761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/3526330400525354761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/3526330400525354761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-soon-jesus.html' title='Come soon Jesus'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-241820133028853263</id><published>2008-10-01T01:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T01:20:12.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drag You Down -- Charlotte Kendrick</title><summary type='text'>This song really spoke to me.  I searched all over for the lyrics, but I don't think they're on the internet at all.  So, I decided to type them out myself so I could share with you guys.  If you listen to the song here, and figure out that she said something different than what I heard, let me know.&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/241820133028853263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=241820133028853263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/241820133028853263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/241820133028853263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/10/drag-you-down-charlotte-kendrick.html' title='Drag You Down -- Charlotte Kendrick'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-5667889249435555525</id><published>2008-09-11T12:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:04:52.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Meet Reality</title><summary type='text'>In my dream,you were a hero,strong, unwavering,faithful.And you cameto rescue me.You were romantic,and rugged, like myvery own GI Joe,and I, your brunette Barbie.But then I awoke,and now I wonder.Does GI Joe existin real life?  Andcan Barbie actuallybe a brunette? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/5667889249435555525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=5667889249435555525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/5667889249435555525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/5667889249435555525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/09/dreams-meet-reality.html' title='Dreams Meet Reality'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-1916223558105011611</id><published>2008-08-29T22:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T22:41:51.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With Bated Breath</title><summary type='text'>With bated breathI waitHeart pulsating erraticallyInside my chestAnd with bated breathI waitFor the call I have learnedTo never expectBut with bated breathI waitFor hope is somethingThat is not easily expiredSo with bated breathI will waitIn faith, trustingThat his word is good</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/1916223558105011611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=1916223558105011611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/1916223558105011611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/1916223558105011611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/08/with-bated-breath.html' title='With Bated Breath'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-1122990747238974727</id><published>2008-08-29T00:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:42:31.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labeled in His Blood</title><summary type='text'>Galatians 3:26-29, NIV Reader's VersionYou are all children of God by believing in Christ Jesus.  All of you who were baptized into Christ have put on Christ as if he were your clothes.  There is no Jew or Greek. There is no slave or free person. There is no male or female. Because you belong to Christ Jesus, you are all one. You who belong to Christ are Abraham's seed. You will receive what God </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/1122990747238974727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=1122990747238974727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/1122990747238974727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/1122990747238974727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/08/labeled-in-his-blood.html' title='Labeled in His Blood'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-1618780666133466227</id><published>2008-08-28T21:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:44:35.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I help you?</title><summary type='text'>This is a common occurrence when I'm sitting in my chair on the computer.  Apparently, she's starved for affection.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/1618780666133466227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=1618780666133466227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/1618780666133466227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/1618780666133466227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-i-help-you.html' title='Can I help you?'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NNkBHTI5SuE/SLdTjrG0BZI/AAAAAAAADPk/4Z_SRtkKZiM/s72-c/100_2856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-549884646188415382</id><published>2008-08-23T21:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:46:55.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Socialite (LOL)</title><summary type='text'>I have done things with people (other than work) for 3 days in a row.  In case you don't know, this is a huge deal for me.Thursday night: movie with DavidFriday evening: dinner with a girl from schoolThis afternoon: hiking/ rappelling/ climbing with the Frocks and Ryan and CourtnieI'm gonna be sore tomorrow.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/549884646188415382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=549884646188415382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/549884646188415382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/549884646188415382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/08/socialite-lol.html' title='The Socialite (LOL)'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-160688188891511872</id><published>2008-08-22T01:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T01:44:22.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Even though...</title><summary type='text'>The other day, I read Isaiah 45 and this verse really stood out to me: 4 Cyrus, I am sending for you by name.       I am doing it for the good of the family of Jacob.       They are my servants.    I am doing it for Israel.       They are my chosen people.    You do not know anything about me.       But I am giving you a title of honor.I don't know, there was just something that spoke to me -- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/160688188891511872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=160688188891511872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/160688188891511872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/160688188891511872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/08/even-though.html' title='Even though...'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-5305283435139802310</id><published>2008-08-19T23:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:29:58.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a long day</title><summary type='text'>I worked until almost 9:30 tonight.  I got there at 1:30, which isn't too bad, except that my day didn't begin at 1:30, it began before that... so a late night makes it feel like a long day.  I could never be a nurse.  Ever.Ever.Ever.  Just had to add those last few ever's to make sure we're clear on that.I realized though, I have a lot to be thankful for.  Last night I was talking to a guy who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/5305283435139802310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=5305283435139802310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/5305283435139802310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/5305283435139802310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-day.html' title='a long day'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-7649691628648962824</id><published>2008-08-17T00:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T00:55:15.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When "I don't know" is all I've got</title><summary type='text'>why, we just don't know... whyi don't knowwhat you have for mea wedding dress,a handsome prince,happily ever afteri don't knowwhat you have for mea picket fence,a tree swing,a cobblestone pathi don't knowwhat you have for mea pigtailed princess,a little cowboy,eskimo kissesi don't knowwhat you have for melessons in patiencecultivating trustexperiencing lovei don't knowwhat you have for mebut i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/7649691628648962824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=7649691628648962824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/7649691628648962824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/7649691628648962824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-i-dont-know-is-all-ive-got.html' title='When &quot;I don&apos;t know&quot; is all I&apos;ve got'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-4258269922022692936</id><published>2008-08-12T12:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:06:12.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw God today</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I try to look for God in little things throughout my day.  As I was writing my last post (And this is love...), I had a cat (a FAT cat) laying across my arms pinning them down as I was typing on my laptop.  She is purring loudly.  I pushed her away about 5 times before realizing that all my efforts were in vain.  Nothing I did would stop her from trying to get up in the chair as close </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/4258269922022692936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=4258269922022692936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/4258269922022692936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/4258269922022692936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-saw-god-today.html' title='I saw God today'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-3440828640432046691</id><published>2008-08-12T12:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:56:18.522-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>And this is love...</title><summary type='text'>Dear friends, let us continue to love one another, for love comes from God. Anyone who loves is a child of God and knows God.  But anyone who does not love does not know God, for God is love. God showed how much he loved us by sending his one and only Son into the world so that we might have eternal life through him. This is real love—not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/3440828640432046691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=3440828640432046691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/3440828640432046691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/3440828640432046691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-this-is-love.html' title='And this is love...'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-4152613455615153347</id><published>2008-08-10T19:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:38:51.841-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ashton Kutcher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couch cover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cameron Diaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>That Was Fun!</title><summary type='text'>When I woke up this morning, I thought, "I want to do something fun today."  So, I went shopping.  I didn't really buy anything.  Well, not totally true.  Our LNT is going out of business and my mom has been looking for a slip cover for the sofa, so I found one for 60% off that will match the room and bought it for my mom.  Well, technically I guess my mom and dad bought it since I put it on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/4152613455615153347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=4152613455615153347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/4152613455615153347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/4152613455615153347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-was-fun.html' title='That Was Fun!'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-4977124581637451179</id><published>2008-08-08T19:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:57:40.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Making an attempt...</title><summary type='text'>Hi!  I haven't been able to get into the whole blogger thing.  I do blog on my Xanga, but for some reason, Blogger has always seemed so difficult to use.  However, I spent a little time on here today and I have figured it out a little more, so I think I know enough to (maybe) enjoy using it.   Originally, I only wanted to use this for the things that I wrote that were deep and insightful.  It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/4977124581637451179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=4977124581637451179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/4977124581637451179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/4977124581637451179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/08/making-attempt.html' title='Making an attempt...'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-6210778833318836028</id><published>2008-06-28T23:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:20:40.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Be Your Scarlet Love Potion</title><summary type='text'>All a-flutter and a-buzzing(I want your heart to be)The hummingbird is drawn to the feeder(please be drawn to me)        The trill of the wings giveindication of its presenceI am still–     (I will wait for you to come to me, but patience is virtue I have never known)          Drawn to the scarlet potionIt hovers at the feederImbibing the sugary nectar(I long to give you all of myself)          </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/6210778833318836028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=6210778833318836028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/6210778833318836028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/6210778833318836028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wanna-be-your-scarlet-love-potion.html' title='I Wanna Be Your Scarlet Love Potion'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-1854153754746386210</id><published>2008-05-28T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:42:21.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No, nothing is going on...</title><summary type='text'>In Case My Unspoken Words Should Find Your Unhearing EarsIn case my unspoken words should find your unhearing ears,In case my unsung song should touch your unresponsive heart,In case my unsmiling face should ever be warmed by your unseeing eyes,In case my unwritten love letters ever make their way to your unopened mail,In case my unashamed crush is ever noticed by your unperceptive mind,In case </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/1854153754746386210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=1854153754746386210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/1854153754746386210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/1854153754746386210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-nothing-is-going-on.html' title='No, nothing is going on...'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-2103586212909919900</id><published>2007-04-20T02:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T02:24:14.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interproximity: The State of being Between</title><summary type='text'>I walked to the lab, picked up the chart and glanced at the age of the patient before deciding which one to look toward as I called out the name.  Two?!  As in... years old?  I peeked around the corner and there he was.  I silently groaned.  Working on children is stressful and often heartbreaking.  With each hum of the handpiece, the tears roll down their cheeks.  They jump, not in pain, but out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/2103586212909919900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=2103586212909919900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/2103586212909919900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/2103586212909919900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2007/04/interproximity-state-of-being-between.html' title='Interproximity: The State of being Between'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-5201269887975807229</id><published>2007-04-12T17:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T17:21:23.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tad's Big Adventure: A Reproduction Story, Part 1</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time in the land of Testes, a spermatagonium was born in the outskirts of the city of Semeniferous. He was quite the plump little fellow. Most spermatagonia are, but they eventually slim down and become more aerodynamic. As Tad grew up, he became a spermatocyte, a spermatid, and finally when he was all grown-up, he was a spermatozoa. In the city of Semeniferous, it is a law that only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/5201269887975807229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=5201269887975807229&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/5201269887975807229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/5201269887975807229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2007/04/tads-big-adventure-reproduction-story_12.html' title='Tad&apos;s Big Adventure: A Reproduction Story, Part 1'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-5642308106879726915</id><published>2007-03-02T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T18:32:43.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tragedy of Love</title><summary type='text'>I've been reading Patriarchs and Prophets for my devotion and I haven't been able to put it down.  I was recently reading the chapter "The Temptation and the Fall".  I will quickly summarize it.  Eve, while working, wandered from Adam's side.  Satan, seizing the opportunity, took on the form of a serpent which at the time were very beautiful creatures with wings.  He perched himself in the Tree </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/5642308106879726915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=5642308106879726915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/5642308106879726915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/5642308106879726915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2007/03/tragedy-of-love.html' title='A Tragedy of Love'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-678576262993729726</id><published>2007-02-19T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T08:33:53.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I See God in You</title><summary type='text'>God has put a special person in my life.  I'm not entirely sure how long God intends for him to be in my life, but he's one of those people.  One of those special few who, at the point in your life when you need it most, daily exemplify God to you.  Last night, I shared some rather painful things with him, and instead of judging me, showed me the love of Jesus through his own words an actions.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/678576262993729726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=678576262993729726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/678576262993729726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/678576262993729726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-see-god-in-you.html' title='I See God in You'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-1045115111573697133</id><published>2007-02-04T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T15:16:06.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be my Builder</title><summary type='text'>"Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it....."  Psalm 127:1Have you ever tried to build a card house?  You're gently placing the cards exactly where you think they should go.  Everything is perfect as long as you keep an eye on it, but as soon as you turn around, it falls!  And then, your big brother comes along, and shows you up.Have you ever tried to build your own </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/1045115111573697133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=1045115111573697133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/1045115111573697133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/1045115111573697133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2007/02/be-my-builder.html' title='Be my Builder'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-5935978704360673882</id><published>2007-01-28T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T15:09:45.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrender</title><summary type='text'> I have a bad habit of settling for less than what I want and less than what I'm worth.  Maybe because I do not realize my worth.  I have been bought at a price though -- a very high price and my life was paid for by the precious and perfect life of Jesus.  That means I am worth everything and I deserve the very best.  God has the very best in store for me.  When I settle, I am showing Him that I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/5935978704360673882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=5935978704360673882&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/5935978704360673882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/5935978704360673882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2007/01/surrender.html' title='Surrender'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7088650341008993859.post-7974665365371270987</id><published>2007-01-26T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T00:34:05.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart of Worship</title><summary type='text'>Scenario One:The prelude begins and few people are in any kind of hurry to get to their sseats.  Instead they're still milling around talking to each other.  Those on the platform entire with somber faces and sit at the same time.  The song leader gets up and the song begins...and you realize that while the organ is playing loudly, those in the pews are only half-heartedly singing, if at all.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/feeds/7974665365371270987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7088650341008993859&amp;postID=7974665365371270987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/7974665365371270987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7088650341008993859/posts/default/7974665365371270987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amberrdh.blogspot.com/2007/01/heart-of-worship.html' title='The Heart of Worship'/><author><name>Amber Hill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199352352192459434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CznhC8-fFMA/ThKDncTNEJI/AAAAAAAAHXw/djmmMNmjTpM/s220/IMG_4990.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
