<?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-4828665482811123578</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:49:30.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HORSE DREAMER</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04268523751468870727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfZoiXdkUoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CXeHXhMTJ9U/S220/DSC_0202.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828665482811123578.post-2486384204351388931</id><published>2011-02-03T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:50:43.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Blogging world</title><content type='html'>I know its been awhile since I have blogged .&lt;div&gt;Well this year is going to be a year of wedding planning for me as I get ready to marry my true love and best friend Evan Devries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of today it is 239 days till October 1,2011 when the I make the biggest leap in my journey of life. I am having a full on western themed wedding. A lot of the planning is coming along great and smooth sailing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828665482811123578-2486384204351388931?l=sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/2486384204351388931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-blogging-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/2486384204351388931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/2486384204351388931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2011/02/hello-blogging-world.html' title='Hello Blogging world'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04268523751468870727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfZoiXdkUoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CXeHXhMTJ9U/S220/DSC_0202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828665482811123578.post-7939117976210546519</id><published>2009-07-30T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T05:58:21.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just a lil something that was on my mind:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the kind of life you've been invited into, the kind of life Christ lived. He suffered everything that came his way so you would know that it could be done, and also know how to do it, step by step. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He never did one thing wrong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not once said anything amiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They called him every name in the book and he said nothing back. He suffered in silence, content to let God set things right. He used his servant body to carry our sins to the Cross so we could be rid of sin, free to live the right way. His wounds became your healing. You were lost sheep with no idea who you were or where you were going. Now your named and kept for good by the Shepherd for your souls!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith Works By Love!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sarah*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828665482811123578-7939117976210546519?l=sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7939117976210546519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/07/thinker.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/7939117976210546519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/7939117976210546519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/07/thinker.html' title='Thinker'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04268523751468870727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfZoiXdkUoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CXeHXhMTJ9U/S220/DSC_0202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828665482811123578.post-6312064518872760575</id><published>2009-06-20T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T07:55:21.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Provider</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been awhile since I have posted but life has just been super busy!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this past month numbers have been low at work. For those of you who don't know I work at a daycare as a kindergarten teacher. With all of the lay offs happening our children count has been low the past month and it doesn't look like it's going to pick up. So with ratio we have more staff than we do kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking about this with my daddy the Thursday night on my daddy daughter date. I was like I wont get laid off because God gave me this job and he wont take it away from me unless he has something better for me. That's how I was going to look at that situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Friday morning, I got pulled into the office and she mentioned that numbers were low. I was the last one to be hired, either there is going to be needing to do lay offs or firing. She didn't want to fire me so she decided to make some changes for the summer.  So instead of being fired I was taken out of the classroom because someone who has been there longer moved to my spot, and I moved to second closer for the summer. It was funny everyone else was complaining about it for me but all I could think it was better than being fired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That moment all I could think was God just showed me once again that he is my provider!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828665482811123578-6312064518872760575?l=sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6312064518872760575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-provider.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/6312064518872760575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/6312064518872760575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-provider.html' title='My Provider'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04268523751468870727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfZoiXdkUoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CXeHXhMTJ9U/S220/DSC_0202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828665482811123578.post-1874717808834280025</id><published>2009-05-28T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T18:55:40.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of the Lord</title><content type='html'>So recently I decided to start my days with God, instead of end my days with him. I have to say that it's the best decision I have made in a very long time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night I was stressed out about a couple things that were going to happen the next day (being today Thursday). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning I got about 15 minutes into my God time before getting ready for the day. I got a phone call just before 9 am (I start work at 10 am on Thursdays) saying the numbers were low today and that they weren't going to need to me today!! I was like nice an unexpected day of, thank you Jesus!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I than decided to make it a God day. I listened to a teaching a John Bevere this morning and got a lot out of it. I realized from John that I was dealing with the symptoms of my problems and not the root. So I decided to dig the root out of my life!! I also learned from John that we Christians need to stir up our gifts and Fan it into flame! God takes care of his own in bad times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I than started to walk around the house and speaking in tongues and proclaiming his word. I came downstairs, I was hungry so started making breakfast. I than threw on the worship, I was soaking in worship and praising the heavenly king! All the sudden (I didn't know this cd had this song) dance in the river came. I just started dancing and stomping on the devil, he will never rob me of my Joy again. When worshiping I was speaking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalms 24&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalms 24:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The earth is the Lord's, and everything in it, the world , and all who live in it; for he founded it on the seas and established it on the waters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who may ascend the mountain of the Lord? Who may stand in his holy place? Those who have clean and a pure heart, who do not put their trust in an idol or swear by a false god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They will receive blessing from the Lord and vindication from God their Saviour. Such is the generation of those who seek him, who seek your face, God of Jacob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lift up your heads, you gates; be lifted up, you ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who is this King of Glory? The Lord strong and mighty in battle . Lift up your heads, you gates; lift them up, you ancient doors, that the King of Glory may come in. Who is he, this King of Glory? The Lord Almighty- He is the King of glory".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After some time in worship I started reading the book of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Timothy &lt;/span&gt;and I am excited because God is pouring another word into my spirit, so I am excited to see what God reveals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I than listened to some Dr. Jerry Savelle for the first time. He is a good speaker and man of God I recommend listening to him. He was preaching on Harvest time. "As long as the word stands seed, time, and harvest will always be there". He was saying even though the economy is in the pits on the worlds view, but for the believer this is our Harvest time. I say bring it on God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Empower you to Prosper the meaning of blessing ( I learned that today).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this amazing morning with God, I have just been filled with his Joy. What I was stressed out with the night before, had left me. Anything I was worried about was gone, I was filled with Joy!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nehemiah 8:10 the joy of the lord is your strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Joy is the reward of those who fix their eyes on you!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I praise God for this day off that I believe he gave me for this much needed time with God!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828665482811123578-1874717808834280025?l=sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/1874717808834280025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/joy-of-lord.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/1874717808834280025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/1874717808834280025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/joy-of-lord.html' title='Joy of the Lord'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04268523751468870727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfZoiXdkUoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CXeHXhMTJ9U/S220/DSC_0202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828665482811123578.post-260057157103744265</id><published>2009-05-26T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:00:58.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answered Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/Shy673t1R0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/2CBtAZUH9xw/s1600-h/Upload-horse-riding-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/Shy673t1R0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/2CBtAZUH9xw/s320/Upload-horse-riding-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340348795885799234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for some time now I was asking God to give me chances to be with Horses, I am in love and just love the feeling it gives me. The love of a horse is a different kind of love almost indescribable.  Well this week on Sunday I was asked by a friend who knows my mom saying that I should come out riding with her daughter, I immediately said YES!! This past Monday I got to volunteer at a barn called Quintra and it's part of the Ontario Therapeutic Riding Association (so this will be a learning experience).  Tuesday night's is my regular horseback riding lesson night (which have been amazing these past couple of weeks). This weekend I am babysitting a girl and her sister from daycare and helping her family at the horse show this weekend. So on the weekend I get to do two things I love work with kids and horses and get paid for it, I am so excited. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my mom tonight was bugging me as I was telling her this because, she was like "is this not what you have been asking God for, more opportunity with horses". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than I was like AHHH what an amazing God I serve I am so filled with his Joy right now and nothing will rob me from this amazing Joy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I am having such a great week in God this week!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828665482811123578-260057157103744265?l=sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/260057157103744265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/answered-prayers.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/260057157103744265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/260057157103744265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/answered-prayers.html' title='Answered Prayers'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04268523751468870727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfZoiXdkUoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CXeHXhMTJ9U/S220/DSC_0202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/Shy673t1R0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/2CBtAZUH9xw/s72-c/Upload-horse-riding-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828665482811123578.post-8947059447069759295</id><published>2009-05-17T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:19:03.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love all my friends... I have never had many friends in my life time. But the ones I do have i cherish them and thank God for them all the time.  I have one friend that had been in my life for over 12 years, another for 5 years and a few recent for just a year or two. They have all been through lots with me. I would like to thank them. Amanda, Taylor (from tulsa), Kayla and Derek(from tulsa), Bryna, Rebbecca and so many more, you guys are all more than friends, you are people who have always been there for me. My sister and my mom are also my best friends, when I have had no one, my mom and family have always been there for me and have been the best friend I could ever ask for. So thanks you all my friends and family that are always there for me the new and the old; especially in this new season in my life of a self discovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love all my best friends... I cherish you all and miss you all the time!!&lt;br /&gt;I am so lucky to have you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** "A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out."- Anon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** "Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Walk beside me and be my friend.- Albert Camus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** "Friends are the bacon bits in the salad bowl of life."- Anon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***"We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere."-Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** "Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart."- Anon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** "Promise you won't forget me, because if I thought you would, I'd never leave."&lt;br /&gt;~Winnie the Pooh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** "A true friend is someone who knows there's something wrong even when you have the biggest smile on your face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** "It is by chance we met . . .By choice we became friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** "The greatest love a person can have for his friends is to give his life for them."&lt;br /&gt;- John 15:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***"Does it make me a stranger that my best friend was born in a manger?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** "A friend loveth at all times." - Proverbs 17:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***"Friends are the siblings God forgot to give us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life wouldn't be the same if you were never in my life!! Thanks for always being there and supporting me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya alll&lt;br /&gt;Sarah McFaul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/ShC1rLZp8uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FzzUPBV7jzg/s1600-h/n588970056_4477947_8163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/ShC1rLZp8uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FzzUPBV7jzg/s320/n588970056_4477947_8163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336965311833436898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/ShC1fbMK67I/AAAAAAAAAEY/zArQ6gSuEXk/s1600-h/n588970056_4270104_6948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/ShC1fbMK67I/AAAAAAAAAEY/zArQ6gSuEXk/s320/n588970056_4270104_6948.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336965109913414578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/ShC1UtjNAgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bia2M1kQTkQ/s1600-h/n588970056_4270035_2957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/ShC1UtjNAgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bia2M1kQTkQ/s320/n588970056_4270035_2957.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336964925863297538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/ShC1Koo7A0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/HcThdte6lbw/s1600-h/n588970056_4269917_3454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/ShC1Koo7A0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/HcThdte6lbw/s320/n588970056_4269917_3454.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336964752746414914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828665482811123578-8947059447069759295?l=sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/8947059447069759295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-friends.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/8947059447069759295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/8947059447069759295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04268523751468870727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfZoiXdkUoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CXeHXhMTJ9U/S220/DSC_0202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/ShC1rLZp8uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/FzzUPBV7jzg/s72-c/n588970056_4477947_8163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828665482811123578.post-3919216988689263642</id><published>2009-05-16T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T17:07:15.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Bonding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well I am house sitting this weekend, for some friends of mine, to take care of their dog while they went away for the long weekend. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I invited my lil' sister to come along for a sister girly night. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We are watching really girly movies that she picked out. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We are watching some Hannah Montana, a movie called the Clique and House Bunny. We ate pizza (papa johns my favorite). We also got a candy and chocolate ( a must have to a girls night).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love my little sister and having some bonding time together, you never know as you get older how many chances in life this will get to happen, so I treasure them now as much I can. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/Sg9UdZ5rC4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/nrJHJ2VkkUs/s320/4199_208608615056_588970056_6877879_1892548_s.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336576947603049346" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828665482811123578-3919216988689263642?l=sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3919216988689263642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/sister-bonding.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/3919216988689263642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/3919216988689263642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/sister-bonding.html' title='Sister Bonding'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04268523751468870727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfZoiXdkUoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CXeHXhMTJ9U/S220/DSC_0202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/Sg9UdZ5rC4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/nrJHJ2VkkUs/s72-c/4199_208608615056_588970056_6877879_1892548_s.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828665482811123578.post-7507683571043960353</id><published>2009-05-12T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T06:31:39.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Amazing Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This week, I am making a new start to my week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At work my hours changed that I come in a couple hours later. So as of yesterday, I am waking up at 7:30 getting dressed and heading out side for a 30 minute God walk, listening to worship music and talking to my heavenly father. I than get home eat breakfast head up stairs and get into my word. I speak the word out loud because faith comes from hearing and hearing comes from the word of God. We need to proclaim his word not just think it. When we think it there is no action. We need to plant the word which is seed in to our good soil of our hearts that's what we need to be careful of what goes in to our hearts ( that's what I have been learning from pastor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Theo. this week). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just starting my day off with God as just made a world of a difference compared to just ending my day off with God!! (not that there is anything wrong with ending your day with God) I found some days I was just so tired from my day that I ended up missing my God time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joel 3:10 "Let the weak say I am strong" (I am tough , I am a fighter) Because the word also says where the Joy of the lord is I have strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I send all my Joy and praises to God, he is the only reason and the only way!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828665482811123578-7507683571043960353?l=sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7507683571043960353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/gods-amazing-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/7507683571043960353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/7507683571043960353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/gods-amazing-beauty.html' title='God&apos;s Amazing Beauty'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04268523751468870727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfZoiXdkUoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CXeHXhMTJ9U/S220/DSC_0202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828665482811123578.post-6872862039573427554</id><published>2009-05-10T14:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:47:16.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;To the best mom in the world. Life would just be crazy without you as my mom!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you so much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SgdLKBfbbBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/aloE7xF_y7E/s1600-h/FotoFlexer_Animation.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SgdLKBfbbBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/aloE7xF_y7E/s320/FotoFlexer_Animation.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334314919214672914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828665482811123578-6872862039573427554?l=sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6872862039573427554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-mommy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/6872862039573427554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/6872862039573427554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-mommy.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day Mommy'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04268523751468870727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfZoiXdkUoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CXeHXhMTJ9U/S220/DSC_0202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SgdLKBfbbBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/aloE7xF_y7E/s72-c/FotoFlexer_Animation.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828665482811123578.post-3928637684141163638</id><published>2009-05-05T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:56:19.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace/ Flying on Eagles wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So it's Tuesday, so that means for me horse back riding! I was excited. I never want to be at work in the afternoon on Tuesday's because I know the sooner I am done work the sooner I can go horse back riding. I can't wait for the day I own my own ranch and that is all I will do everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well back to my story. So I got out to the farm and found out I was going to be doing some training this week on a different horse. So I go out to the paddock to get that horse. I bring her in, tie her up to its halter. So I start brushing her, she stood perfectly still (not many do that). I wrapped her legs to protect her muscles. I than realized my instructor was running behind with still teaching the two before me, and I didn't know this new horses tack. So I laid on this horse's bare back and prayed. It was the most peaceful thing I have ever done in my life (that whole time she still stood perfectly still I was in awe). I than braided her mane, I love braiding horses hair (so much fun). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So after she was all tacked up, we went to the big outdoor arena. Well for the past year I have ridden western saddle, and tonight I went back to english saddle, she was an english riding horse. Well going from a western saddle to an english one again, I felt like a big jockey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well tonight I was training how to canter. One thing I love about training is that when learning is that you learn with out your reins first to learn balance. I absolutely love riding without my reins so much fun. I first started of riding with both hands on the saddle, than my instructor said if I felt brave try with one hand, so I did and loved it. After awhile she said to try with both arms wide out, so I did. It was the most amazing feeling ever. It felt like I was flying!! It was so exhilarating!! AHH at the end I just leaned over rubbed her neck and said good girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This week so far has turned out amazing. When I got home I came online and an really really old friend found me on facebook and we talked for an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have to say we serve an amazing God who just supplies all our needs and just created the most amazing animals ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favorite verse right now that I am going to close off with is&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nehemiah 8: 10 "the joy of the Lord is our strength" It's so true because it's unspeakable joy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828665482811123578-3928637684141163638?l=sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/3928637684141163638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/peace-flying-on-eagles-wings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/3928637684141163638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/3928637684141163638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/peace-flying-on-eagles-wings.html' title='Peace/ Flying on Eagles wings'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04268523751468870727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfZoiXdkUoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CXeHXhMTJ9U/S220/DSC_0202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828665482811123578.post-7207290337828484516</id><published>2009-05-02T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:41:51.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Being a Girl!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/Sfyv-vP5FMI/AAAAAAAAACw/WOifHmq9k6o/s1600-h/images-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/Sfyv-vP5FMI/AAAAAAAAACw/WOifHmq9k6o/s320/images-3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331329551269696706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well this week I was just feeling crummy all week. So last night I just did some looking at the mall. And than today I went to the mall and found lots of deals. I got two pairs of neat sandals of for $12 , a dress for a wedding for $14, a pair of American Eagle jean shorts for $16 at winners, A wedding gift rang up to $14. Oh the deals I found. I am staying on my new budget!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The sun is shining and I saw an old friend who drove in to town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am now home listening to worship and I am teaching God's Kingdom (my dad's kids ministry) tomorrow. This weekend turned out a whole lot better than I thought it would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A crummy week turned in to a sunny weekend. I give all the glory to god!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828665482811123578-7207290337828484516?l=sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/7207290337828484516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/joys-of-being-girl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/7207290337828484516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/7207290337828484516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/05/joys-of-being-girl.html' title='The Joys of Being a Girl!!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04268523751468870727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfZoiXdkUoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CXeHXhMTJ9U/S220/DSC_0202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/Sfyv-vP5FMI/AAAAAAAAACw/WOifHmq9k6o/s72-c/images-3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828665482811123578.post-7393315803632171337</id><published>2009-04-29T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:50:28.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The other day at work I was thinking to myself. What are my life long dreams or my bucket list.  And here are some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. That my dream home is too live on this huge ranch with lots of horses in Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. To live in texas( I love country and heat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. To marry a cowboy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. I can't wait to be a stay at home mom living on a ranch being in full time ministry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. To have no regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. To swim with the dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. To Horse back ride along the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. To travel europe and australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. To get a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. And to get married in a little white church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Go cliff diving, (already jumped in to a lake off of a bridge with my cousins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. write a novel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Sky Dive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Bungee jump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Work for Disney Cruise line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Ride a wild horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Ride the fastest, scariest roller coaster in North America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Climb a mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Go to Hollywood (see what it's all about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20 Go to Joel Osteen's church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Go to Hilsong Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. See LIFE Restored in Canada and Abortion abolished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. See canada living for God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. To be allowed to mention God in the school and work place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. To Go to Hawaii &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. To see a orchestra &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. To see lots of musicals &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. To be in a play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Go to the top of the CN Tower &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. To fly in a private jet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To live each day like it's my last and to live each day for my king and creator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well God knows my heart desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; 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Having kids stuck inside all day is no fun. With it being Tuesday I was so excited, because I knew my day would end well. You see on Tuesdays I get to go horse back riding (every tuesday now at 6 pm). I knew just doing that would just turn my day into a peaceful day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So when I got home from work I was tired so I laid down on my bed checked my emails for a bit. It got close to just after 5, so I decided to get ready for riding my jeans, old sweater, boots, helmet etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So my parents were asleep on the couch. So after stretching I go to my sister, I give her a hug and say good-bye and let the parents know.  So I started driving out there head out to hwy 37 to go to Casey road.  I arrive at the barn I don't see anyone. There is usually two other girls riding before me. So I walk into the barn to see a note written on the white board saying; " Sarah, I don't know if I will be back in time from my appt. for your lesson. Call my cell and can you give me your number. Thanks". I called three times and no answer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After that moment I went in to the slumps. My excitement changed to disappointment so quickly. As I am writing this, I was thinking how its interesting how our moods can change so quickly, like a drop of a hat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I than decided to drop my mood and to read and let God bring me that peace, Oh how he loves us (just like the song by Kim walker). I love God myself so much, he is who I am learning to rely on. Even though I feel shafted some places, I am reminding myself daily how God is my best friend, king and father!! What else could I ask for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He turns my mourning in to Dancing and my sorrows into Joy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I keep looking to him I am thinking as I right this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;blog, I shall have no more disappointed days or evenings!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfetGRmNTjI/AAAAAAAAACg/YJvTbS1IhlI/s320/Upload-horse-riding-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329919007330750002" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828665482811123578-6281678267148372361?l=sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/6281678267148372361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/04/disappointed-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/6281678267148372361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/6281678267148372361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/04/disappointed-night.html' title='Disappointed Night'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04268523751468870727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfZoiXdkUoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CXeHXhMTJ9U/S220/DSC_0202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfetGRmNTjI/AAAAAAAAACg/YJvTbS1IhlI/s72-c/Upload-horse-riding-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828665482811123578.post-5248159904136652498</id><published>2009-04-27T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:03:02.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting/Life Discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Okay so when I returned from Easter weekend at my grandparents, I went to see the Hannah Montana movie with my mom and sister. And weirdly enough that movie opened my eyes to things in my own life and put tears to my eyes. It even made me realize I was needing to get to my roots in my own life. Which after a good tear feast, and realizing how I have messed up my own life in some ways, I now have become more honest and have returned to my horse back riding, and most importantly reconnecting with God. I am sorry for those that I have hurt in the past couple years, I am changing that all now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In that movie a couple things stuck out at me, for one, the quote; "Life is a climb but the view is great". I think that saying is so true. I am on this new journey of discovering myself as a young adult in this world and as a young adult in God. I started out on the wrong path, recently made a turn onto the right path. Being on the right path has brought me peace at home and in my life, and happiness 24/7. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing that stuck out at me, that went with the quote was the song by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mylie&lt;/span&gt; Cyrus called "The Climb", it just reminded me that I am getting over my mountain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To go along with my venting with the changes going on in my life, I feel like an outcast among my friends. I feel like I don't belong. Whereever I am lately I feel like I am just there. It really hit me the other day when an old friend of the family asked me what I did for fun/ who do I hang out with? With the way I have been feeling lately and picking up body language from otherscI was saddened because I could only come up with one name ( I feel this way at church and at work sometimes.. what's going on? what's happening?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wow becoming an adult is hard, no one could have prepared me enough for this. I am so thankful for the peace horses have been giving me lately! I could only imagine how life would be if I went on the right path the first time around in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say Lessons Learned for sure!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is defiantly a journey, but I am still waiting for things in my life to come back together (in time I believe they will). I yearn for the way my social life used to be, even though I know that may never happen. I dream for my cowboy to enter my Life!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for listening,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ehzK9NpeBUA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ehzK9NpeBUA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828665482811123578-5248159904136652498?l=sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/5248159904136652498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/04/ventinglife-discovery.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/5248159904136652498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/5248159904136652498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/04/ventinglife-discovery.html' title='Venting/Life Discovery'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04268523751468870727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfZoiXdkUoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CXeHXhMTJ9U/S220/DSC_0202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828665482811123578.post-9175861547979836238</id><published>2009-04-26T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:21:12.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horsing Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well I love Horses! I have been horse back riding since I was in grade 7. My grandmother paid for me to do it when I was going through tough times in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It made me forget all about all my worries, it than grew into my passion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My life long dream is to marry a cowboy and live somewhere down south like Texas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I was entering College I decided to take a break from riding since its a costly sport and I needed all the money I could with going to school. So I put that on hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well this past summer I got to work at a camp called Dry Gulch USA. I was the experience of a lifetime and I made life time friends. Well I was working as a counselor I just about got to go riding almost everyday. And on my days off I would be working down at the barn riding and learning more about horses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I came home after the summer I missed the culture of the south. Because at heart I am a cowgirl who longs to just live on a huge ranch in the south where it is warm everyday.  So this past month or so a friend that goes to our church asked me to train her baby horse that she own, I was so excited and said YES right away!! I was working with this horse and teaching it manners. I loved the opportunity I was given, but it just wasn't the same from being on top of that horse and riding. So a couple of weeks ago I called up the old barn I used to ride at. They had a couple of openings, I was so excited. I now get to ride every week for at least an hour. When I am sad, being around horses takes that away. After I knew I could ride again every week, I couldn't stop smiling even if you asked me to (my mom even tried) I was so excited. I feel like a void in my life is gone after bringing horses back into my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's what I love and it's my passion right up there with GOD!! Well God created them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 118px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfUgX3o_MqI/AAAAAAAAABA/gBG1q3wifXg/s320/s588970056_3079695_9710.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329201328507794082" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A sign I found when I was driving, I loved it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 101px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfUgv4_KKGI/AAAAAAAAABI/m64ApqF23r8/s320/s588970056_3496262_9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329201741186082914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This picture is from Dry Gulch USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfUhMOEFM_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/D9XM9aJAROc/s320/s588970056_6245970_498930.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329202227880211442" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is from doing horse shows age 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfUjjIKzNXI/AAAAAAAAABo/RBNi8o6AP6c/s320/s588970056_5897792_6875.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329204820458026354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The baby that I am training name Velvet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828665482811123578-9175861547979836238?l=sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/9175861547979836238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/04/horsing-around.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/9175861547979836238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/9175861547979836238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/04/horsing-around.html' title='Horsing Around'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04268523751468870727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfZoiXdkUoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CXeHXhMTJ9U/S220/DSC_0202.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfUgX3o_MqI/AAAAAAAAABA/gBG1q3wifXg/s72-c/s588970056_3079695_9710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828665482811123578.post-156590137508145358</id><published>2009-04-26T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:29:19.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well this is my first blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am going to try this out, I may not be very good at this. I don't have a lot of time in the world to do this kind of thing. I am 19 working 40-50 hours a week in a Day Care so I am tired at the end of the day. On Tuesday nights I horse back ride (which is my passion) being on top of a horse brings me so much peace in the world. It makes me forget about everything going on in my life. On Wednesdays I do a discipleship for grade nine and ten girls, and I teach Jr.High's Wednesday nights as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That is a glimpse to my busy life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's busy but I don't complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;** SARAH MCFAUL**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4828665482811123578-156590137508145358?l=sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/feeds/156590137508145358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/156590137508145358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4828665482811123578/posts/default/156590137508145358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahthehorsedreamer.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04268523751468870727</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJjV3hTX9xw/SfZoiXdkUoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CXeHXhMTJ9U/S220/DSC_0202.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
