<?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-3970881587638518852</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:24:17.830-05:00</updated><category term='study'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Swimming Upstream</title><subtitle type='html'>Being a single mom is a brutal place to be. It always feels like I'm swimming upstream.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstreammom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970881587638518852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstreammom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X8jBV9rPhrs/Tty_htaRiNI/AAAAAAAAIn4/eTgmkPZWgAo/s220/beach.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970881587638518852.post-3192560584451294545</id><published>2011-12-05T07:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T07:46:20.902-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>Day 1: Mary</title><content type='html'>Today's reading was Luke 1: 26-55 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was God's role in Mary's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v46-55 Clearly Mary adores God. Not a word here about how hard this will be or the inconvenience to herself personally. We know this had to be a difficult and dangerous road that God put her on - 'adultery' was punishable by death. Certainly worse than single parenthood today, which is what God has called me to do. She speaks of Him doing great things for her, of His mercy and of his care. I need to focus on that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did she respond?  Did these actions lead her towards the "rich and satisfying" life Jesus promised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v38 "I am the Lord's servant. May it be to me according to your word." That's really extraordinary, isn't it? I am watching The West Wing with my son and I am struck by the servant-ship of the senior staff. They do things almost every episode that they don't like, don't agree with - all because they have pledged their allegiance to Jed Bartlett and they trust him.&amp;nbsp; There's one episode where each and every one of the reaffirms that "I serve at the pleasure of the president." It's a great parallel you know?&amp;nbsp; I joke about that at work sometimes when I need to do something that I hate. "I serve at the pleasure of the the strategic planning team."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Really, though, what I need to keep in mind is that "I serve at the pleasure of the Lord." I have no right to bitter about my road - God put me on it and he has a plan and I serve at His pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How does this story apply to me today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am so often frustrated by how difficult the path I'm on is - I have no margin anywhere in my life - financially, health, spirit, parenting.&amp;nbsp; I'm fearful daily about my son and his choices and his future. I'm stressed to the maximum level about money ALL THE TIME and I'm so tired.&amp;nbsp; I'm the only one to ferry the kids around, hang the Christmas lights, fix the disposal... But that's nothing up against what Mary went through and she was joyful. That's crazy. JOYFUL?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the military, they have a phrase that sums this up - "Embrace the suck".&amp;nbsp; :) It's that awesome?&amp;nbsp; It says, "yes, this sucks but the only way to survive with grace is to embrace it." Perhaps I'm in these shoes to be a light for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I'm also struck by how, when this extraordinary thing happened to Mary, she immediately went to Elizabeth - an older mentor that would love and support her. And likely protect her. I wish I had that in my life - I need to seek that out. v39 "...Mary got ready and hurried to..." really shows the urgency. She needed the strength and support of Elizabeth.&amp;nbsp; It also shows Mary's wisdom - while she had total faith in God to sustain her, she also knew she needed physical help.&amp;nbsp; I'm terrible at that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is one thing I can do differently based on what I've learned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Surround myself with Godly women and 'embrace the suck'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970881587638518852-3192560584451294545?l=upstreammom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstreammom.blogspot.com/feeds/3192560584451294545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://upstreammom.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-1-mary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970881587638518852/posts/default/3192560584451294545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970881587638518852/posts/default/3192560584451294545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstreammom.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-1-mary.html' title='Day 1: Mary'/><author><name>Sandi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X8jBV9rPhrs/Tty_htaRiNI/AAAAAAAAIn4/eTgmkPZWgAo/s220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970881587638518852.post-3550556063516317837</id><published>2011-12-05T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:10:53.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'>A Rich &amp; Satisfying Life</title><content type='html'>I'm doing a 21 Day study through You Version called "For Busy Women: A Rich and Satisfying Life". It caught my eye because that's something that I think God calls us to and promises us yet, I don't feel I have it. Or maybe I do but just don't appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I was immediately judgmental of the writer because she thinks her days are harried when she's a housewife, I shall persevere. I hope to learn from the Bible, not from her. And maybe she is busy. :) Just no where on the scale of my busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One component of the study is to journal, so here I am. Journaling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970881587638518852-3550556063516317837?l=upstreammom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstreammom.blogspot.com/feeds/3550556063516317837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://upstreammom.blogspot.com/2011/12/rich-satisfying-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970881587638518852/posts/default/3550556063516317837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970881587638518852/posts/default/3550556063516317837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstreammom.blogspot.com/2011/12/rich-satisfying-life.html' title='A Rich &amp; Satisfying Life'/><author><name>Sandi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X8jBV9rPhrs/Tty_htaRiNI/AAAAAAAAIn4/eTgmkPZWgAo/s220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3970881587638518852.post-4927178887169481060</id><published>2011-11-02T02:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T08:11:06.691-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Bone weary, I drop into bed at 10:38pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;My day started at 5:30am when I ignored my alarm clock with vigor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;I woke up DD at 6:00am and tried to do some Bible reading while she got ready for school. I failed as my eyelids kept closing on me. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Took her to school at 7:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Figured out DS's homeschool work for the day between 7:30-8:30. Quick shower and made it to work by 9:15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Spent the entire day migrating everything from ProPresenter 3 to ProPresenter 4 so we could go live for rehearsal tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Plus a handful of meetings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Arrived home at the same time as DD (she walked) around 3:00, spent the next 1.5 hours helping with Math homework and fielding phone calls, all the while quizing DS on his work. Drilling multiplication tables every chance we get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Had a lovely chat with my brother about his newborn on my way back to work. God bless bluetooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Finished the PP4 upgrade between 5-6:30 while prepping for rehearsal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Rehearsal 6:30-8:30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Picked up DS from Boy Scouts at 9:00, home by 9:15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;More math homework help between 9:15-10:30. While okaying DS's chores. He wandered off to bed at 10:15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Now, I'll plan for DS's school tomorrow and hopefully be asleep by 11:00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;I'll start all over again at 5:30 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;G'night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3970881587638518852-4927178887169481060?l=upstreammom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstreammom.blogspot.com/feeds/4927178887169481060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://upstreammom.blogspot.com/2011/11/bone-weary-i-drop-into-bed-at-1038pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970881587638518852/posts/default/4927178887169481060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3970881587638518852/posts/default/4927178887169481060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstreammom.blogspot.com/2011/11/bone-weary-i-drop-into-bed-at-1038pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Sandi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X8jBV9rPhrs/Tty_htaRiNI/AAAAAAAAIn4/eTgmkPZWgAo/s220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
