<?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-7649148969996968559</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:30:29.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara Bram</title><subtitle type='html'>A look into my mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sara Bram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906008353932493222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KoddiPJcc9c/SLTlm4vWGzI/AAAAAAAAABw/67j_1Oh6GcQ/S220/IMG_3791.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649148969996968559.post-5983734434135057063</id><published>2011-08-13T23:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T23:03:55.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Life has it's bouts of ups and downs...it's twists and turns. What we choose to do when these things come upon us is what defines who we are as people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649148969996968559-5983734434135057063?l=sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5983734434135057063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649148969996968559&amp;postID=5983734434135057063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/5983734434135057063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/5983734434135057063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/2011/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Sara Bram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906008353932493222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KoddiPJcc9c/SLTlm4vWGzI/AAAAAAAAABw/67j_1Oh6GcQ/S220/IMG_3791.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649148969996968559.post-3525399300380581564</id><published>2011-04-07T22:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:56:54.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>So what is love, some wonder? People have been pondering this for as long as time began. I think if you look correctly you will see that it came from God. The love that He has for us is unconditional and amazing. To feel it with every breath you take and with every movement of your body. I've heard often that people stopped believing in God because they didn't get what they wanted. Well maybe it was for the best. God knows your needs before you do. He is amazing with that. And all to often people forget that He probably has answered you but it wasn't the answer you wanted. Love is doing what's best for you no matter the cost. True love is that love that is there even when YOU have turned your back. It's amazing that God could love us so much yet we are so unworthy of that love. What have we done? We sit and feel sorry for ourselves. Jesus was put on that cross not feeling sorry for Himself, no. He did what needed to be done for the ones He so deeply loves. I challenge you to take a deeper look next time you blame God for things not going right. look at His love. He gave us free will so that we may choose. If you choose to mess up, that's your fault and nobody elses. Don't blame God for your mistakes. Just ask Him to forgive you. That love that He has.....cares more about you than the sin you have left in your wake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Milwaukee%20St,Fort%20Lewis,United%20States%4047.114203%2C-122.587241&amp;z=10'&gt;Milwaukee St,Fort Lewis,United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649148969996968559-3525399300380581564?l=sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3525399300380581564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649148969996968559&amp;postID=3525399300380581564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/3525399300380581564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/3525399300380581564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/2011/04/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Sara Bram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906008353932493222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KoddiPJcc9c/SLTlm4vWGzI/AAAAAAAAABw/67j_1Oh6GcQ/S220/IMG_3791.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649148969996968559.post-4280253627446112295</id><published>2010-04-12T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:07:34.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Words Could Ever Explain</title><content type='html'>Only a couple more months and my husband will be home. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think people really grasp what it is like to be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;military&lt;/span&gt; wife with a husband who is deployed overseas. There is so much heart ache, and so much longing for them. I have heard a lot from other people that they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how its done. They &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how I could do it with 2 kids...being away from him for so long. Knowing where he is and what kinds of things he is having to do. There is only one word that comes to mind...LOVE. When you love someone more than words could ever explain, then the distance &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; anything. It is &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;vaguely&lt;/span&gt; a speck in time compared to the lifetime that we have to spend with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. I would do anything for my husband. I would die for him. I support him in all that he does, and if that means that I have to be away from him for a year, then so be it. He is doing what he has wanted to do, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; has trained to do. So I will stick by his side while he is away, and when he comes back. And for all time. Distance cant shake the bond that God creates between a man and a woman. I think about him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;. I do what I do for him. Sometimes I cry...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I cry a lot because I DO long for him to be right next to me as I lay &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt; in my bed. But I know that God has a plan...and it is a perfect plan. As horrible as the place that my husband is in, I can go to bed at night and know that all will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; no matter what happens...because of His perfect will. True I can sit around and worry about what is happening right at this moment. but what good would that do me? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Doesn't&lt;/span&gt; the Lord want us to trust in Him no matter what that means? No matter what that means we have to go through? Yes...He does. No I am not perfect and I do worry sometimes...I am only human. But how can I live if all I do is worry about what is going to happen next.&lt;br /&gt;Love conquers all. The Lord loves us. I love the Lord. And I love my husband. I love him more than words could ever explain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649148969996968559-4280253627446112295?l=sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4280253627446112295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649148969996968559&amp;postID=4280253627446112295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/4280253627446112295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/4280253627446112295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-than-words-could-ever-explain.html' title='More Than Words Could Ever Explain'/><author><name>Sara Bram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906008353932493222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KoddiPJcc9c/SLTlm4vWGzI/AAAAAAAAABw/67j_1Oh6GcQ/S220/IMG_3791.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649148969996968559.post-6369700296609744698</id><published>2009-12-19T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T17:13:03.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ill glady take her place if you let me"</title><content type='html'>I know a lot of people &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like country songs...but the song "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; take the Girl" by Tim &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;McGraw&lt;/span&gt; is one of the few that I like. This song actually made me cry. It made me think of my husband and how I would give my life for him if I had to. And that goes for my children as well.  This post is going to be short...but I felt like I needed to say this. I think people should listen to this song..and let me know if it makes you cry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649148969996968559-6369700296609744698?l=sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6369700296609744698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649148969996968559&amp;postID=6369700296609744698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/6369700296609744698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/6369700296609744698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-glady-take-her-place-if-you-let-me.html' title='&quot;Ill glady take her place if you let me&quot;'/><author><name>Sara Bram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906008353932493222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KoddiPJcc9c/SLTlm4vWGzI/AAAAAAAAABw/67j_1Oh6GcQ/S220/IMG_3791.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649148969996968559.post-5505335270043371099</id><published>2009-08-23T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:48:20.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro-Life or Pro-Choice? Is it really that hard to grasp???</title><content type='html'>I am a Pro-Life all the way. I believe that aborting an unborn child is murder. And it really is. The baby is alove, beating heart and all, when it is inside of the womb. Now tell me how it is that its ok for a doctor to murder an unborn child because the parent was irresponsible, but yet a person can be charged with manslaughter for killing an unborn child in a car accident, etc? Why is that? Is todays society so hippocritical and naive that it cant realise what the stakes are here? We are talking about a living person. Just because that person hasnt been born yet, doesnt give anyone the right to end thier life. It is not the babies fault that the person who got pregnant was being irresponsible? Why make someone else pay for your mistakes? I am sickened by what the world has become today. Look at our president...funding abortion...why not fund birth control? Nip the problem in the butt. Its more efficient, and less costly. Get people to be more responsible with sex. Prevent it from getting to the state where they want to get an abortion. Stop killing your babies. Be more responsible. If you are going to have sex, then get on birth control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649148969996968559-5505335270043371099?l=sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5505335270043371099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649148969996968559&amp;postID=5505335270043371099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/5505335270043371099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/5505335270043371099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/2009/08/pro-life-or-pro-choice-is-it-really.html' title='Pro-Life or Pro-Choice? Is it really that hard to grasp???'/><author><name>Sara Bram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906008353932493222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KoddiPJcc9c/SLTlm4vWGzI/AAAAAAAAABw/67j_1Oh6GcQ/S220/IMG_3791.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649148969996968559.post-3593453071925280875</id><published>2009-06-17T16:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:03:53.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget all of the drama..get back to reality, and TRUTH</title><content type='html'>There has been something going on inside of me for awhile. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know what it was, or why I was feeling the way I was feeling. Well, my in laws came to visit and i finally figured out what was wrong...I have lost touch with who I am, what i stand for, and who matters most. First off, I am totally finished with trying to fit in with the military wives cliques. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care for them. it is all politics and women saying a bunch of bad things about you after you leave. All of you know who you are. Like I said, I am done with it. I am a strong Christian woman. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need to fit in with everyone else. I am here, taking care of my family, loving my husband, and that is what God has me here to do. I am not going to do anything other than that. This is what I am here for. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need any drama, or even to be around it. Being around drama just brings it into my life. And I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need that. Why hang around a bunch of people who really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care about you, what you stand for, or much less, your feelings? What good can come from that? None can. All that comes from that is a bunch of stress and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; anguish. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need that. I have never been one to want to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; that. And I still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to be around that. Not even to fit in, or be in one of these "cool army wives" cliques. I mean, how horrible is that? Here are a bunch of women that are supposed to be there for you and support you when your husband is deployed. Let me tell you, this is NOT how it really is. It is a crock. I know first hand. They say that they are there to help and to support you but in reality they could care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 5 years of being a Army wife, I have learned a lot. Be careful who you talk to, and what you say. Because you never know who will stab you in the back. And it is really sad that things &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; the way they used to be. What I want to find, is a group of Christian women, Army wives, and I want to talk with them. See how they feel. See how they have been secluded and talked about because they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; in. Things &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; the way they used to be in the military. And it is very unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know, is that I am going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; myself from these people. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want a part in it. Like I said, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want it to be a part of my life. I want to be around my family and the people who truly care about me. People who believe in God and trust in God. People who know the Lord Jesus Christ as their Savior. That Jesus is the Son of God. That He died on the cross to save us from our sins, so that we would not have to spend an eternity in hell.  I want to be around those who can swallow their pride. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not saying I am perfect, God knows I am not. I am human, and I will be a sinner as long as I live on this earth. That is the sad truth. But i know that there is Hope and Salvation. I am done with the games. Done with trying to fit in. I am going to be who I want to be, who I was MEANT to be. I am going to be who the Lord our God intended me to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649148969996968559-3593453071925280875?l=sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/3593453071925280875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649148969996968559&amp;postID=3593453071925280875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/3593453071925280875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/3593453071925280875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/2009/06/forget-all-of-dramaget-back-to-reality.html' title='Forget all of the drama..get back to reality, and TRUTH'/><author><name>Sara Bram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906008353932493222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KoddiPJcc9c/SLTlm4vWGzI/AAAAAAAAABw/67j_1Oh6GcQ/S220/IMG_3791.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649148969996968559.post-7172998358470036145</id><published>2009-01-02T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:27:55.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort in our Father</title><content type='html'>I was reading &lt;em&gt;Captivating&lt;/em&gt; today, and it was in chapter 5 and 6. You would have to read it to really understand. But it really made me think about a lot of things. It made me realize why I have all these harsh feelings towards myself, and about healing from the past. For one, I am way to hard on myself, and I was reading a story where a mother tells her daughter to ask Jesus how he views us. And the daughter asked Him and He had told her all these ways in which she was beautiful. So I am going to do the same thing. I will follow up with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the healing part, I found out that to heal my wounds of the past that I am going to bring them out. I have to bring them forward and face them. And I know that it is ok to cry, that it is part of the healing process. I am going to give everything to God..I am going to bring it out and ask Him to come into me and heal me. I need it. I dont want to hurt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that lately I have been feeling very lost. I have felt like I dont know who I am. Who is Sara? That has been this question and when I am around people I feel like I am alone. Like I dont know how to act or what to say because I dont know who I am or what it is to be me. In this also, I know that I need to turn to God. I think I need to really talk to Him and to ask Him the questions that I need answered. I want to seek God and His meaning for me. What is my purpose here? I want to know who I am and who I was meant to be. I want to be what the Lord wants me to be. I dont think I can feel whole until I seek Him. I dont want to feel alone or ashamed. I want to be happy and feel beautiful in Him. This struggle has been going on in me for awhile now. It is hard too because I have no close friends who can relate to me. I really want us to find a church that has exactly what we need for fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this goping on in my heart and mind, I know that I can find comfort in the Lord. No matter where I am or what I am feeling, I know that God has a plan, and I am part of it, otherwise I would not be here. God give me strength and security.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649148969996968559-7172998358470036145?l=sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/7172998358470036145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649148969996968559&amp;postID=7172998358470036145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/7172998358470036145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/7172998358470036145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/2009/01/comfort-in-our-father.html' title='Comfort in our Father'/><author><name>Sara Bram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906008353932493222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KoddiPJcc9c/SLTlm4vWGzI/AAAAAAAAABw/67j_1Oh6GcQ/S220/IMG_3791.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649148969996968559.post-4508877488744746844</id><published>2008-10-05T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:25:50.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the little Squirts</title><content type='html'>God gives us many little blessings, and some big ones too. Some people I think take for granted all the blessings which we receive. I know sometimes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend most of my time at home, being a mother to two very demanding children. And let me tell you...it is Not easy. There are times when I would love nothing more than to bang my head against the wall and pull all my hair out. But then, I could not imagine living without my two little squirts. They are my world, they are my everything. They are my two little blessings from God. I dont know what I would do without them. Yes sometimes I feel like I am going to go insane from all the crying and whining and poop filled presents. But when you look at your kids, I mean really look at them, you see how wonderful they are and how special they are. It made me realize how special I really am. God gave me these two perfect little people who need me and rely on me, and love me. It is such a big responsibility, yet such a big blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, when you feel like things are just crazy and you want to rip your hair out, take a good look at your blessings, and thank God for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649148969996968559-4508877488744746844?l=sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4508877488744746844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649148969996968559&amp;postID=4508877488744746844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/4508877488744746844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/4508877488744746844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-little-squirts.html' title='Love the little Squirts'/><author><name>Sara Bram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906008353932493222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KoddiPJcc9c/SLTlm4vWGzI/AAAAAAAAABw/67j_1Oh6GcQ/S220/IMG_3791.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649148969996968559.post-6703447342816435212</id><published>2008-09-11T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:31:59.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Really Good Book</title><content type='html'>There is this really Good GOOD book out there (Sarah this is for you) that I think every woman should get her hands on. It is called Captivating. I havent finished it yet, but oh my goodness! It is such an uplifting thing. Just reading through it you end up saying "Is that why this happens" or "Is that why I do that". It all makes complete sense after you read it. I am not joking. It makes thing smore clear and it makes you feel more comfortable in your skin as a woman. God is so amazing in how He created us. Just go read it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649148969996968559-6703447342816435212?l=sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6703447342816435212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649148969996968559&amp;postID=6703447342816435212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/6703447342816435212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/6703447342816435212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/really-good-book.html' title='A Really Good Book'/><author><name>Sara Bram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906008353932493222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KoddiPJcc9c/SLTlm4vWGzI/AAAAAAAAABw/67j_1Oh6GcQ/S220/IMG_3791.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649148969996968559.post-5595538958597364448</id><published>2008-09-02T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:36:17.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Down</title><content type='html'>So I have this thing that comes and goes. Sometimes it makes me upset, sometimes it makes me really down. I always wanted to join the military. It was just something that I desired to do. Due to a condition called scoliosis, I couldnt go in. I had surgery on April 24, 2006 and it straightened my back out. The military wont take me with the rods in my spine either (although I am very thankful for having my back fixed. I know that it was part of God's plan.) It is very hard for me to see things on TV that have to do with people going to basic training. And it is also hard for me when people around me are talking about being in the military, which makes me feel left out because I cant join the conversation. I feel like I am a loser. I feel like I have nothing that makes me special or anything that makes me a part of anything. I hear my husbands friends brag about their wives ALL the time. Its hard for me because I feel like I am nothing to brag about. Am I a failure? Am I a loser? I feel bad for thinking these things sometimes. But this is how I feel. I cant lie about the way I feel. It may sound bad, or even childish, but that really means nothing. You can view it how you want. But these are my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to be a part of something more? God knows what He has in store for us. The hard part is waiting to see what that may be. Is it right in front of me? Or has it not happened yet? I love adventure, and have always wanted to be on one. I guess its that same being a part of something thing. Hmph....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649148969996968559-5595538958597364448?l=sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5595538958597364448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649148969996968559&amp;postID=5595538958597364448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/5595538958597364448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/5595538958597364448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-down.html' title='Feeling Down'/><author><name>Sara Bram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906008353932493222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KoddiPJcc9c/SLTlm4vWGzI/AAAAAAAAABw/67j_1Oh6GcQ/S220/IMG_3791.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649148969996968559.post-6745483237965648068</id><published>2008-08-18T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:49:07.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream</title><content type='html'>I have a dream...Lol..heard it before? Probably, thanks to Martin Luther King, Jr. Well, I have one too. As some may know, I am getting into modeling, trying to start my career. Well, I have been looking at a lot of pictures done by other models, and I have noticed that a lot of women are doing things that I would never do. And one major thing...they look, and appear to be, perfect. Whats the problem with this? Women are getting it in their heads that we are supposed to be small, skinny, no stretch marks, nothing. No flaws. Well, I dont want to represent that in my modeling. I want to show off my flaws. I want women to see that they are still beautiful even if they have things like stretch marks, or fat. We dont all have to be little and perfect looking, with no handlebars. Well by George, I have a slight muffin top, and I am proud of it! Without the extra weight on my body, I would not have provided such a good home for my children in my body when I was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;So when I take pictures, I want to put out a new image. We are ALL beautiful. No matter what, with all of our flaws. We are all perfect, because God made us who we are. Not just to try to be someone else, but to be whow we were created to be. God knew us before that egg even split. Before sperm met the egg. Before anything. He knew. And He knew that we would be beautiful. God is Beauty. Beauty is God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649148969996968559-6745483237965648068?l=sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/6745483237965648068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649148969996968559&amp;postID=6745483237965648068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/6745483237965648068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/6745483237965648068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/dream.html' title='A Dream'/><author><name>Sara Bram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906008353932493222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KoddiPJcc9c/SLTlm4vWGzI/AAAAAAAAABw/67j_1Oh6GcQ/S220/IMG_3791.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649148969996968559.post-4470079444220105209</id><published>2008-08-16T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:37:26.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Ways to Seek Attention</title><content type='html'>Ok, another one. I know, two in one day..come on...Anyways... Like I said, I am going to be completely honest in my blogs. How many of you have done things to get attention? Like tonight, I was sitting on the couch with my husband, and I started calling myself fat. What a bad way to get attention. I know it is, and I don't know why I really did. I mean, I know I want attention, but why did I do that to get it? It is a bad way to get attention. And it doesn't get the attention wanted. It gets more of a "I'm not even gonna respond to that." and then silence. Attention..yes, but not for long. I guess its good that I am recognizing this right now. Ladies, if you want attention, don't use negativity to get it. It doesn't work, and makes you feel worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649148969996968559-4470079444220105209?l=sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/4470079444220105209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649148969996968559&amp;postID=4470079444220105209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/4470079444220105209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/4470079444220105209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-ways-to-seek-attention.html' title='Bad Ways to Seek Attention'/><author><name>Sara Bram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906008353932493222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KoddiPJcc9c/SLTlm4vWGzI/AAAAAAAAABw/67j_1Oh6GcQ/S220/IMG_3791.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7649148969996968559.post-5426005450890329091</id><published>2008-08-16T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:44:27.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it to be beautiful?</title><content type='html'>I know a lot of women feel the same way and wonder the same things. What is it to be beautiful? How do we, as women, come to feel that we are beautiful? Is it by compliments we receive? Is it how we do our hair or make-up? Is it the way we dress? Why is it, that society has come to create this false image on what "beautiful" is in a woman?&lt;br /&gt;    I am going to be completely honest here. Everyday, I look in the mirror, and I find things with myself that I am not happy with. I look at the fat around my hips, my handle bars, my thighs, my arms, my boobs... There is always something I can find wrong. And why is that? Why can't I just be happy with the way I look? Why can't I just feel beautiful? There is an answer, but not many know where to look. I do. Why can't we all just look towards God? After all, God IS Beauty. HE is everything. He is all we need to feel like the beautiful women we are.&lt;br /&gt;    We shouldn't be looking on TV, and in magazines. All that stuff is is false reality. Everyone thinks that movie stars and models are the image of a perfect woman. They are not. They have their flaws, just like any of us.&lt;br /&gt;    So instead of looking for that false reality that we call a beautiful woman, look towards true beauty. Look towards the Lord. He is all any woman really needs. Next time you feel like you are ugly or all alone, and imperfect, think. Think about who created you, and how perfect He is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7649148969996968559-5426005450890329091?l=sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/5426005450890329091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7649148969996968559&amp;postID=5426005450890329091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/5426005450890329091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7649148969996968559/posts/default/5426005450890329091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarabblueeyes.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-it-to-be-beautiful.html' title='What is it to be beautiful?'/><author><name>Sara Bram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906008353932493222</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KoddiPJcc9c/SLTlm4vWGzI/AAAAAAAAABw/67j_1Oh6GcQ/S220/IMG_3791.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
