<?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-2910024138299844784</id><updated>2012-02-09T16:58:39.699-06:00</updated><category term='Parent&apos;s Weekend'/><title type='text'>Mere's Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>The deep and not so deep thoughts that circle inside my head.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-5764896945495268710</id><published>2010-04-14T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:25:20.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There are a lot of random things that have crossed my mind today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They are as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;American Idol makes me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wendy's napkins match the color of the dress I wore today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I want to ride a Ferris wheel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I love bleu cheese and twizzlers, not together of course. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;An old friend is coming to visit this weekend. I haven't seen him in almost 2 years. I get crazy nervous when I think about seeing him! AH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I subconsciously told myself I wanted to do a story that really "meant" something to people today; I got to cover a Sexual Assault Awareness event. Whoa do those woman have moving stories.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-5764896945495268710?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5764896945495268710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-time-no-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/5764896945495268710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/5764896945495268710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no blog'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-4847368305817047535</id><published>2009-12-12T11:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T11:51:03.912-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this constitute complete lameness?</title><content type='html'>Yano, I don't even like the "JO BROS" but the lyrics to this song are eerily similar to thoughts that circle inside my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I want someone to love me,&lt;br /&gt;For who I am&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to need me,&lt;br /&gt;Is that so bad&lt;br /&gt;I won't break out with madness,&lt;br /&gt;but it's all I have&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to love me,&lt;br /&gt;For who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense anymore&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is right,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is right when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my breath&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my right to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm frightened to death&lt;br /&gt;I'm frightened that I won't be strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to love me,&lt;br /&gt;For who I am&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to need me,&lt;br /&gt;Is that so bad&lt;br /&gt;I won't break out with madness,&lt;br /&gt;but it's all I have&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to love me,&lt;br /&gt;For who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shaking it off,&lt;br /&gt;I'm shaking it off of me&lt;br /&gt;Breaking my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Breaking my heart once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to love me,&lt;br /&gt;For who I am&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to need me,&lt;br /&gt;Is that so bad&lt;br /&gt;I won't break out with madness,&lt;br /&gt;but it's all I have&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to love me,&lt;br /&gt;For who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to love me,&lt;br /&gt;For who I am&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to need me,&lt;br /&gt;Is that so bad&lt;br /&gt;I won't break out with madness,&lt;br /&gt;but ït's all I have&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to love me,&lt;br /&gt;For who I am (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-4847368305817047535?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4847368305817047535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/does-this-constitute-complete-lameness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/4847368305817047535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/4847368305817047535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/does-this-constitute-complete-lameness.html' title='Does this constitute complete lameness?'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-7069113855974918966</id><published>2009-12-06T19:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:39:08.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>List and Learning</title><content type='html'>Oh have the times have changed. My life has been soo crazy. I have learned so much so fast. To start, more people read this than I thought. That being said here are the updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in Columbus, Georgia. I got a job! I am a digital journalist (fancy words for reporter) at WRBL News 3! I really enjoy my job. Here goes the list. Things I've learned at work&lt;br /&gt;1. I love meeting new people&lt;br /&gt;2. I love doing something different everyday&lt;br /&gt;3. I love the people that I work with&lt;br /&gt;4. I can always improve and can always make my work better&lt;br /&gt;5. Journalism is a big responsibility....people rely on you to be a credible source&lt;br /&gt;The list could continue with a lot of news jargon that most wouldn't understand anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I've learned about myself&lt;br /&gt;1. Living on my own is hard...working all day and just wanting to talk about my day with someone is not a luxury that I have&lt;br /&gt;2. I am not a good cook....I don't know anything about cooking!&lt;br /&gt;3. Family really is what matters most....Spending the holidays working and way from my family really makes me realize what an incredible support system they are&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm scared to fall in love....I don't want to open up my heart to let someone else is...not good&lt;br /&gt;5. My personal mental block is where I fall short...Just when I think I'm past something/someone I let myself mentally get all involved again&lt;br /&gt;6. &amp;nbsp;I'm full of emotion...all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season, stage whatever you want to call it is eye opening, trying, and all but boring....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-7069113855974918966?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7069113855974918966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/list-and-learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/7069113855974918966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/7069113855974918966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/12/list-and-learning.html' title='List and Learning'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-1706392493883579922</id><published>2009-10-27T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:32:54.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>Woah. My life has been a little crazy lately. I like crazy though, it means I'm not bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my grandmother visited while she and my mother found an acceptable assisted living home for her to move in. This was not an easy task. See, my grandmother is living at home all by herself and has nothing to do. She is bored, but doesn't want to admit it. My aunt found a home with activities and lots of old nice people for my grandmother to interact with. I think this move will be good for her. She moves in November 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Oxford this past weekend. It was nice. I got to see a lot of friends I haven't seen in a while. I also got a lot of driving time in. Driving time= thinking time. I realized that 85% of what I would consider true friendships in my life are based around Campus Crusade or some sort of religious experience. God is cool like that. Because I have that deeper connection, it provides security in those friendships. I also starting thinking about the lack of drama in my life. I love that. I remember a time in college when I had a big group of friends that always had some sort of drama circulating around them. I am thankful that is in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More thinking time observations.....&lt;br /&gt;-The things in life that are suppose to be hard, are indeed hard, but not in the way I expected them to be. For example, college. The classes and time management weren't hard but the emotional tolls, decision making, and pressure from other people was. Finding a job. Hard, but not how I thought. The act of finding of a job I would love to do isn't hard, nor is the interview process, but the waiting to hear back is. &lt;br /&gt;-Music. It means more to me than I give it credit. When I hear a song that tells a story, or conveys some sort of message I am truly touched. Amy has this same sort of passion. It is fun to relate to other people through music. I love creativity. I love hearing, seeing, experiencing what people have to say through whatever outlet they choose. That is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;-Random love thought. I have always been in/wanted a relationship. However, now I can honestly say that I enjoy being commitment free. I enjoy being selfish. God has truly moved in this area of my life, because I would have never been able to even think thoughts of singleness on my own. Thanks God, you are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Job search update. Got a call from a station in Columbus, GA last week and I'm a top candidate! Prayers please. I really want this job for sooo many reasons. I think this is where I am suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/SufIrdKU6UI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GtNpB-cyUlo/s1600-h/Photo+13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/SufIrdKU6UI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GtNpB-cyUlo/s320/Photo+13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Side note, dyed my hair tonight. It is kinda ridiculous how happy hair dye makes me. Also, I love my mac....i.e. the photo booth app!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-1706392493883579922?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1706392493883579922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/1706392493883579922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/1706392493883579922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/10/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/SufIrdKU6UI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GtNpB-cyUlo/s72-c/Photo+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-8982787012813315000</id><published>2009-10-14T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:09:44.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All by myself</title><content type='html'>Can we ever "do" anything completely by ourselves? I'm waiting on someone to decide that they want to hire me. I can't do any more than what I have to make this happen. Or can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this was people call perseverance.....doing things without anyone else there to help? This complex doesn't just apply to job hunting in my life. Let's take any relationship for instance. I mean you can't have a friendship without someone else doing their part. &amp;nbsp;Is that what this world is created for? To help others? I am totally down for anything philanthropic, but why can't I do something completely by myself. It feels like the things I value most are the things that don't exist without someone else. I see the correlation to faith for sure. It's about a relationship...blah blah, I know and I agree but still proves my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My success in any given category is dependent upon the inner workings of someone else. That sucks. I guess this goes back to everything else I write about. The loss of control. I want to control my life. Boo. I know I can't. When will I ever grasp this concept?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-8982787012813315000?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8982787012813315000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-by-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/8982787012813315000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/8982787012813315000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-by-myself.html' title='All by myself'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-2454227827361023863</id><published>2009-10-11T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:03:31.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little things</title><content type='html'>Woah. The past few days have exhausted me. These are the little or not so little things I picked up on over the past few days. My BFF came in town. I knew it was going to be crazy because when we get together, there's no stopping it. It rang true this visit as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, sister-in-laws surprise birthday party. Nice and simple with the fam. However the life of the party was my nephew, Hays. The child laughed and ran around just like any boy living up his 2's. I noticed that as the night grew on he became the focus of the group. Regardless of age, everyone was laughing and talking about hAm (his initials.) People love babies. I think this is because they are full of life. Everyone loves to ponder what they will be like or talk for them, yano like "Hays want a bigger piece of cake" while he digs into the one given to him. My parents still talk for me, as if I'm not in the room. They do it to my grandmother too. What's with that? Anyway, everyone loves questioning the future. I think this is partially because we ultimately have no control over it. After the party Amy(bff) and I made it &amp;nbsp;downtown. We came home at 7am. Yea. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, helped my cousin get ready for her homecoming dance. This was super fun. I didn't realize until yesterday I am at the place in my life when I understand her and her mother. It was fun to hear about her plans. She is a good kid. Her daddy would be really proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I rushed home to get ready for a wedding. One of my sorority sisters got married. It was a lovely reception. There were lots of different types of people there. I couldn't help but laugh at the Mobile society. I wore my cocktail dress and pearls and fit right in, but not. I understand the societal class system that is Mobile, but I don't. Why? A friend told me this weekend that you are who you associate with. I went to high school with a waiter at the reception. I know "the help." It sounds like a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I had a light political discussion with a friend this morning. He and I view a lot of things totally different, but I enjoyed what he had to say. He presented it in a manner that didn't demean my way of thinking. I realized the only way I can learn and question my political knowledge is to talk to the opposing side. To question what I think and why and then make changes accordingly. He made me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion.....&lt;br /&gt;People love to question the future of babies&lt;br /&gt;Amy and I are double trouble&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is legit&lt;br /&gt;Will the class system always be around?&lt;br /&gt;To get better you have to face the opposition&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-2454227827361023863?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2454227827361023863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/2454227827361023863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/2454227827361023863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-things.html' title='Little things'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-4209437701383728704</id><published>2009-10-05T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:16:08.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"You've got me feeling emotions"</title><content type='html'>My day...&lt;br /&gt;1. I went to my great uncle's funeral. It was good to see my second cousins and their kids, but it was really hard to see them upset. I can't handle people crying at church. Weddings, funerals, if you're crying I'm crying. Even if I don't know you. Kinda silly right? Something I learned about myself today. Well, I guess I already knew it, however it was amplified in full force. During the grave side service there was a man who played the bag pipes. to put it lightly, he wasn't the best. It was like he kept running out of air. My brother looked at me with this "What the..." look and we lost it. Literally, cracking up at the service. My mom looked at us and she lost it too. We were standing in the back and my mom and brother had to walk away so they could calm down and stop laughing. I put my head down and tried to remind myself where I was. It was hard. I mean I was crying less than 30 minutes earlier, about a life lost and here I am literally biting my tough to prevent from losing it. Emotional roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;2. I went to work, constantly reminded I want a "real" job so I can do something I am passionate about. Mundane, but full of emotion, just not extreme.&lt;br /&gt;3. I was driving home from work, I hit a cat. Immediately the tears start...again. I tried to swerve and miss it, but that was unavoidable.&lt;br /&gt;...So I think emotions are a good thing regardless of the type of situation you're dealing with. It means you're living and that counts for something. Now don't get me wrong I don't enjoy the negative emotions, but at least something has effected me enough to spur those emotions.&lt;br /&gt;-In closing, emotional=good thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;Please enjoy the song that wouldn't escape my mind when reflecting my day....&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vlyVcQ8GmK0"&gt;Emotions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-4209437701383728704?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4209437701383728704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/10/youve-got-me-feeling-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/4209437701383728704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/4209437701383728704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/10/youve-got-me-feeling-emotions.html' title='&quot;You&apos;ve got me feeling emotions&quot;'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-6898257680093590254</id><published>2009-09-24T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:04:10.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Love. It, and yes I'm calling love "it" has been surrounding my mind lately. Lots of reasons I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but think about where my life was a year ago. The only reason I can distinctively remember is because of all the emotions that surrounded that time. I was going through some drama with sorority sisters, about to have a birthday, and dealing with a serious relationship on the verge of crashing. I thought I had my life planned out. I think I was in love with the unnamed ex boyfriend. It is hard for me to imagine what made me happy, who made me happy. In some ways I so badly want that relationship back. Why can't I rewind my life? Why can't I fast forward? I don't ever like being in the middle, of anything. I am in the middle of college and a career. I am in the middle of wanting that relationship back and never wanting to think about it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the pressures of the world are making me feel like I will never be in love. I know that is not from the Lord. I want to be loved. I want to be cared for, valued, respected, worshiped.... I know the Lord can do all these things, but I'm not allowing him too and I frankly don't know if I want him to. I want flesh. God please be that flesh to me. Please put my life into focus. Please guide my heart away from the countless weddings and relationships that I will see the next months. Remind me why you ended that relationship a year ago. Remind me why you have me here. Remind me why I love you. Remind me that you love me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/SrxBKlCTQBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yD8Ful_vfo8/s1600-h/tears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/SrxBKlCTQBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yD8Ful_vfo8/s320/tears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2910024138299844784-6898257680093590254?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6898257680093590254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/09/love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/6898257680093590254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/6898257680093590254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/SrxBKlCTQBI/AAAAAAAAAB0/yD8Ful_vfo8/s72-c/tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-7301739205759281807</id><published>2009-09-24T02:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T02:45:55.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence</title><content type='html'>I have my first "real job" interview coming up. (Prayer please) I have been reading up and mentally preparing already. I got a tip from a friend that told me one way to impress in the newsroom is to answer the news phone if no one is around. I thought what a great idea. It shows motivation and confidence even if I can't answer the question. Of course it made start thinking... about being authoritative. I definitely consider myself authoritative, but I have to feel out the situation before assuming the role. I think that holds me back. I have the confidence to get the task at hand accomplished, but something gets in my way. I listen to that something too much. I think I need to take what I know is in there and run with it. Once I do that, I have been proven exceptional. New goal, follow the inner confidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-7301739205759281807?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7301739205759281807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/09/confidence.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/7301739205759281807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/7301739205759281807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/09/confidence.html' title='Confidence'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-803627042684914877</id><published>2009-09-17T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:17:26.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Step</title><content type='html'>So, I have a traveling necklace (yes like the sisterhood of the traveling pants) that I have just passed on. It was kinda all the sudden and not in order, but I felt the need to extend the necklace to a friend in need. This is a picture of it. Since then things have changed. In a good way.I have sent off my resume packet (resume, cover letter, and demo tape) to 17 positions. I probably won't get any word from most of them, but it feels like I'm being proactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents and I went to dinner and then the bookstore (which has become routine since Wednesday is catfish and grits night at my parents favorite eatery) and dad talked about many things that surprised me. Since I am a list person here we go..... I went on a date last night and dad asked about it and then said&lt;br /&gt;1. I think you need to date someone from DC (not as strange and random as it may sound since I once did date someone from there, but none the less he wasn't crazy about that guy) I think he said this because he thinks that people in bigger cities are more driven and that might rub off on me. I think he has a point,&lt;br /&gt;2. He said he knows that I won't be in news forever (also true, since recently realizing I don't want to be in news my whole life) I just find it interesting how he can know the inner working sometimes of my mind and sometimes be completely off.&lt;br /&gt;3. I think you should be to the east or west coast (this was stated like, that's where I think you should settle down eventually) also something I have considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom also said something tonight that made me think. We were on the subject of my single life (oh yea) and she said, "I don't think you need to marry/date someone who has as bright of a personality as you." That sounds really bad on paper but what she meant was that by being with someone who was as "loud" as I am it wouldn't allow me to be myself and cause competition and conflict. I told her I like people who are "loud" and she said I know that's why it hasn't worked out. Ha. Chew on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/SrHGNovCB5I/AAAAAAAAABs/DCPtPMlJSrI/s1600-h/necklace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/SrHGNovCB5I/AAAAAAAAABs/DCPtPMlJSrI/s320/necklace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On another note, God has totally answered my prayers. I have found a solid group of Christian believers to surround myself with. I am so thankful that God, like he always does, provided a solid group of people my age to do life with. I haven't totally opened up and connected with anyone just yet, but it feels good to have a group of girls to watch a movie with on &amp;nbsp;a Friday night! Can't wait for this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Next, I feel like I am starting to understand what passion looks like in my life. I have a passion for philanthropic work. I love St. Jude and what it stands for.... maybe a possible career option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed, trying to at least. Work at 8:30 (part time, don't get excited)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-803627042684914877?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/803627042684914877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/09/next-step.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/803627042684914877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/803627042684914877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/09/next-step.html' title='Next Step'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/SrHGNovCB5I/AAAAAAAAABs/DCPtPMlJSrI/s72-c/necklace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-2763944863671807969</id><published>2009-09-06T03:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T04:04:51.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I feel like I don't know the real Meredith Anne Armstrong. I learned a lot about myself in college granted, but here I am college degree in hand and I don't know what I want out of life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I'm hanging out with old friends and thinking to myself, okay this is my life now. It's fun, real, and totally okay. Then other times I'm like I want so much more. I want independence, I want to stretch myself, I want new experiences, I want a new me. Is that selfish? Yea probably so...I want I want I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But do I really want those things? My whole life I've been taught if you want something bad enough try your best to get it. And for the most part I've gotten those things. But do I really want a new me? I mean if I did wouldn't I try a little harder? I get all excited then I think, there is no way I can do any of this. So I try and rely on God and that just makes me more depressed and less patience with God's plan for my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust God, so easy to say, so hard to do. Where is my life going? Do I even care? If I want something bad enough am I going to put all I have into it? I would like to think I am, but honestly I just don't know what all of me is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should focus on what I do know....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  I'm lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I'm not patience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I'm emotional...ha ha yes this one is very true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I'm not content.....possibly ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say that I want to follow and trust God during this season of my life, but nothing in my behavior reflects that. Do I even care? I sure don't act like it. Do I want to care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The inner workings of my mind can be described in one word....Lost&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/2910024138299844784-2763944863671807969?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2763944863671807969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/2763944863671807969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/2763944863671807969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-3011331863412145117</id><published>2009-09-02T12:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:41:01.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions.....</title><content type='html'>Long time no post. Life. Whoa. Anyway, I've gotten back into reading. Well actually I've gotten into reading. I never liked it until now. So I'm in the process of reading "The Shack." I read a chapter last night that made me start thinking. It was talking about Jesus dying on the cross and it mentioned when Jesus said in Matthew 27:46 "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" So it made me start thinking...How was Jesus' questioning God forsaking him not doubt in God's power and plan? And furthermore how was that not sin? So I ask Michael(a friend I worked with this summer) these things. He said he thought that at that moment God really had forsaken Christ because the sin of the world was on him. That makes sense because God can't be in the presence of sin, but makes me think back to Deuteronomy 31: 6 where Moses was talking to Joshua and said, "Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you." Was Jesus' death on the cross not included in that? Michael also brought up the point that questioning God may not be a sin either. Then, of course another question. Can a question be posed without even the slightest bit of doubt? I mean even like, Will you make me a sandwich? Would we even ask that question if we didn't doubt the result? Do we ask questions simply for reassurance with no doubt in them what so ever? Many questions. Your thoughts are welcome to this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-3011331863412145117?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3011331863412145117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/09/questions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/3011331863412145117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/3011331863412145117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/09/questions.html' title='Questions.....'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-3885534819202681437</id><published>2009-05-28T01:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T02:03:40.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Night Thoughts</title><content type='html'>It is nearing 2am and I am suppoe to be up at 5am to get ready to fly out for camp! I can't sleep, too nervous. I am having major feeling of in aduquency, I know they are from the devil, but still distracting all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is official. I miss Tuscaloosa. I miss my friends, being able to call someone up at any time and play cards, get tcby, or jimmy johns. All luxuries I have been without since May 9th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a new book, I know me reading crazy! It is called "I heart bloomberg." I read 200 pages tonight. It is super good and an easy summer read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister found a wedding dress. I won't be able to see it in person until after she buys if, kinda sad. She also picked out bridesmaid dresses. I love love love them, but mom isn't sold because they are super expensive. Wedding talk dominates dinners. That is okay, it is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad, and I went to Barnes and Noble tonight. Dad has become obsessed within the past year. It is a fun thing to do with the fam. Towards the front of the store they had an entire rack of those cards that play music. Mom and I read every single one and laughed out loud for about 15 minutes. It was super fun. It came to the point when a friend of hers walked up to us as we were leaving and said she knew my mom was here because she could here us laughing and cutting up in the front of the store. I love my mom's playful and childlike heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is totally on board for this LA thing. I need to call my uncle, but that may have to wait until I get settled into this new lifestyle for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm debating staying up all night, maybe I will just go watch TV until I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-3885534819202681437?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3885534819202681437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleepless-night-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/3885534819202681437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/3885534819202681437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/05/sleepless-night-thoughts.html' title='Sleepless Night Thoughts'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-5411962381637579686</id><published>2009-05-24T17:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:16:59.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure</title><content type='html'>I leave for my summer job in 4 days. I am ready to leave Daphne, but don't feel prepared with all the material. I hate feeling like there is something I was suppose to do but didn't. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yano&lt;/span&gt; those days when you show up to class and there was a homework assignment you were suppose to complete and you completely forgot, I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about traveling with all my new friends. My sister's wedding planning will go on without me for the next two months....I'm sure I will be called and consulted a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new goal, move to LA. I wanna go when I get back form camp in August. For a few months, do some temp work look for a cool job, if I find one or just love it out there try and find an apt and stay, if not come back home. My uncle has a house there, hopefully I can crash there. My friend from childhood, Glenn wants to go too! He just graduated from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UGA&lt;/span&gt; and wants an adventure. I can't think of anything more fun than Glenn and I packed down in the convertible driving across the country. AH! I get excited just thinking about it. Now is the time to travel and be crazy. I won't be able to once I settle down and get married, have kids.....blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is going to freak when I bring up this plan. HEALTH INSURANCE are the only words that come out of her mouth! I wanna be a 20 something traveling the country, finding my passion, and my place in this world. I'm pretty sure Daphne, Alabama is not my place right now in my life. I am busy, but bored. Bored with suburbia. Did I spell that right? I want my life to be one that glorifies god, and satisfies my soul. I wanna surf the west coast! Why not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yano&lt;/span&gt;? I have my degree, if I just come back to Daphne I will be settling. Mom always says "Never settle for less than what you want." And I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't have a solid Internet connection this summer so snail mail is my contact to the outside world. If you want the addresses where I'll be shoot me an email before Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-5411962381637579686?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5411962381637579686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/05/adventure.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/5411962381637579686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/5411962381637579686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/05/adventure.html' title='Adventure'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-126002977812531236</id><published>2009-05-06T17:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:42:25.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The world VS Meredith</title><content type='html'>Why does everything in some mysterious way seem like a competition? I mean even if your not competing for something you are. Grades, Jobs, People, ways your spend your time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;management&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;.....I am burnt out on competing. Why can't everyone just give up on competing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-126002977812531236?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/126002977812531236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/05/world-vs-meredith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/126002977812531236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/126002977812531236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/05/world-vs-meredith.html' title='The world VS Meredith'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-6776776973195160116</id><published>2009-04-26T22:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:30:59.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh......</title><content type='html'>I don't like college boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-6776776973195160116?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6776776973195160116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/04/eh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/6776776973195160116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/6776776973195160116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/04/eh.html' title='Eh......'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-6217267929283471337</id><published>2009-04-25T16:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T16:18:48.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I take, Mine.</title><content type='html'>So I had the last day of "free class time" in my acting class on Friday. The next week and a half we will be performing. I had a moment yesterday. We did an exercise that we did on the first day of school to see how far we had come. We got to pick which saying we wanted to think about that reflects what we are feeling. I choose "I take, Mine." I feel like it describes my future. I am not willing to let anyone else choose for me what I want to do, where I am going to live, or what my future will be like. God is the only one who has control and I refuse to be influenced by other people any longer. I am still searching, but I am confident I won't let other dominate my future. Please pray that God will continue to open my eyes to the influences in my life that are not from him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-6217267929283471337?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6217267929283471337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-take-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/6217267929283471337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/6217267929283471337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-take-mine.html' title='I take, Mine.'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-4679043026993394852</id><published>2009-04-09T12:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:54:47.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is near</title><content type='html'>Today I am going home for Easter.... Craziness! I can't believe my college career is almost over! I just got two different emails about buying honor cords! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! Dad called the other day and said he got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Graduation&lt;/span&gt; Invitations in the mail! After having somewhat of a post graduation plan...i.e. summer job I am getting excited about the little things that come along with graduating. I am taking a bunch of stuff home with me over the break. So... moving out of the sorority house is SUPER exciting...not more top bunks and shower shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have learned about myself is I love to travel. I love to see new places and experience things I never have. I am pumped to be in Florida, Virginia, and Maryland this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also thinking I may want to get back into the media world.....We will see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-4679043026993394852?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4679043026993394852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-is-near.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/4679043026993394852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/4679043026993394852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/04/end-is-near.html' title='The end is near'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-5077298295065417337</id><published>2009-04-05T20:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:04:08.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>future sucks.</title><content type='html'>I am happy yet overwhelmed about my life. I have a summer job Praise the LORD! But then what? I feel like there will always been a next step to figure out. I hate not knowing and not having control. I am super confused about a lot of things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are relationships so complicated? I think I am STILL not use to people being different from me. Not in a physical, political, or religious way but in a personality way. I don't understand why people do little things SOO different from me and it drives me CRAZY! The enemy uses times like those to really attack me. I still am soul searching and when I find people different than me it makes me feel like I have taken 3 steps backwards. Why are relationships so hurtful? Why is it so hard to forget about exes? I mean it is like no matter what you do the enemy will always be there trying to use your past against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I love DC. I definitely want to live there one day. I want God to show me who my husband is, and hopefully he will like DC! I feel anxiety when I'm there though. It is like everyone has a mission and a purpose to be the best at there job. They all seem so focused and so successful. I feel like I don't compare, but so badly want to. GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want life to be simple and easy. I wonder if I am making it harder than it has to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering if I should try and pursue a career within my degree? God I need guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my amazing friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy- her consistent heart&lt;br /&gt;AG- her understanding&lt;br /&gt;Audrey- her genuineness (is that a word?)&lt;br /&gt;Elaine- her playfulness&lt;br /&gt;Catherine- her faithfulness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-5077298295065417337?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5077298295065417337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/04/future-sucks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/5077298295065417337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/5077298295065417337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/04/future-sucks.html' title='future sucks.'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-2491872253321801606</id><published>2009-03-24T13:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:25:39.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>So I think spring is a double edge sword in my life right now. It is wonderful weather and it makes me wanna be outside, but my allergies are so disturbed that I don't wanna get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in the dark about my post graduation plans but have realized that I will pursue everything to the max and then I can continue to pray and see which avenue God wants me to take. I'm becoming less fearful of the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in my life I wonder if God is using his sense of humor in my life or if I am allowing the enemy to take control of certain situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all random thoughts that are in my head today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-2491872253321801606?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2491872253321801606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/2491872253321801606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/2491872253321801606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-4275323765255466074</id><published>2009-03-12T18:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:47:38.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in the Middle</title><content type='html'>So, the Internet has been crappy at the house via, my infrequent post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about the reason I started a blog and i guess it is a place where I can vent, struggle, succeed, and be vulnerable about who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard for me to relate to people who are not self confident. Whether it be with their style, there personality, or their faith in God and in themselves. I am so blessed to not struggle with these to the extent others do. I guess I am an extremist. I like one way or the other, middle ground is my enemy. I feel the least happy when I am just floating along. Even the bad extreme is easier for me to start the moving on process. God calls us not to be lukewarm. I am totally lukewarm right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-4275323765255466074?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4275323765255466074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/03/stuck-in-middle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/4275323765255466074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/4275323765255466074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/03/stuck-in-middle.html' title='Stuck in the Middle'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-5858352499618450117</id><published>2009-03-10T16:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:47:20.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby.</title><content type='html'>Will I ever be the first to experience anything in a family with 4 kids? I love/hate being the youngest. Will I always feel like I am in 4th place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-5858352499618450117?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5858352499618450117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/5858352499618450117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/5858352499618450117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby.html' title='Baby.'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-6583365241696320740</id><published>2009-03-09T16:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:31:26.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We will never be enough....Christ will</title><content type='html'>Word of the day: Deficient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How gross is that word? I mean there is no way to avoid feeling bad about yourself when you hear that. Will I ever be completely efficient in anything? Nope, probably not. The silver lining... we don't have to be efficient for anyone but the lord. And Jesus was the only one who achieved complete efficiency in everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-6583365241696320740?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6583365241696320740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-will-never-be-enoughchrist-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/6583365241696320740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/6583365241696320740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-will-never-be-enoughchrist-will.html' title='We will never be enough....Christ will'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-1742869201640234359</id><published>2009-03-09T00:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:01:30.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you God....it's me</title><content type='html'>I have a busy day, but don't feel ready for bed.. I just read a bunch of emails and several had very encouraging stories about the Lord at work. Except  I am not encouraged by them. I should be. God is so powerful, but I just feel like I am in the point of disconnect. My passion and desire for the Lord changes with every season. Why is that? What am I missing that allows me to continue to ride this spiritual roller coaster instead of a consistent walk? I wish I could figure it out. The highs are really high and the lows are really low. Why do I ignore God and blatantly choose to follow the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a quote the other day that said "average is as close to the bottom, as it is to the top." That stung. I feel average in my relationship with the Lord if not below average. Why do I feel the need to attend "Christan activities" in order to jump start my walk again? That is not what God intended. I am so confused with life. I feel like I am in a rut. I'm not very close to the Lord, I have no future plans, and I am clueless as to what to do about either. Please pray that god will open my eyes to not only these two things, but to what I need to do to serve him on a day-to-day basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-1742869201640234359?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1742869201640234359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-are-you-godits-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/1742869201640234359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/1742869201640234359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-are-you-godits-me.html' title='Where are you God....it&apos;s me'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2910024138299844784.post-6348511775885134999</id><published>2009-03-08T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:24:15.640-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parent&apos;s Weekend'/><title type='text'>Lines....</title><content type='html'>So instead of learning my lines for my theatre scene tomorrow I created a blog! My day was/is long. I am super sleepy from sorority parents weekend. I feel like tomorrow is going to be worse. Will I ever catch up on sleep? I mean after graduation the "real world" kicks in and working people don't ever get enough sleep right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Amy. She is my best friend. I have no doubt she would do anything for me. She has proven that several times including today. When I told her thanks for the favor she said, "I know you would have done it for me." She rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom. Getting to have breakfast with her this morning was special. She is very supportive. I enjoyed our conversation in the car after breakfast almost as much as I enjoyed the breakfast. She truly loves me and has my best interest at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little overwhelmed with The XXXI (honor society) election process that has been taking place over the past week. It will finish tomorrow, please pray that God be present in the room. It can get heated quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, a boy, came to visit for the weekend. I enjoyed his company and sweet dance moves. He is very easy to talk to. I'm sure there will be more to come about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am overwhelmed with post graduate plans/life. I read Romans 12:12 the other day, "Be glad for all God is planning for you. Be patient in trouble, and always be prayerful." My friend Elaine is having a rough day and I hope God opens her eyes to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that my life is made up of lines, true or false everything is a line. Simple I know, but complex at the same time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going to study my theatre lines....I guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2910024138299844784-6348511775885134999?l=mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6348511775885134999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/03/lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/6348511775885134999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2910024138299844784/posts/default/6348511775885134999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mereditharmstrong.blogspot.com/2009/03/lines.html' title='Lines....'/><author><name>Meredith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14070317235381107470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7uuVaAd-gc/Sq8_9-5fBaI/AAAAAAAAABM/dvJqJv8BloM/S220/DSCF1606.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
