<?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-1226304088720380787</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:24:13.278-06:00</updated><category term='Anna and Kyle'/><category term='candids'/><category term='Photographic Adventures'/><category term='headshots'/><title type='text'>C.P. Mac Photography</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-9162556750486227901</id><published>2009-09-15T08:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T08:57:03.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lydia + David are ENGAGED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The wait is over! (Just look at me--blogging two days in a row!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Here's a splash of fabulous imagery, courtesy of C.P. Mac Photography and, of course, the ever fab Lydia and David!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;They are getting hitched in April 2010 and I just can't wait! (I'm a bridesmaid, too--how exciting!) Leave me some love, pretty please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7022_518973043054_135300004_30791342_4336997_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 603px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7022_518973043054_135300004_30791342_4336997_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs203.snc1/7022_518972913314_135300004_30791339_3004330_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 442px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs203.snc1/7022_518972913314_135300004_30791339_3004330_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7022_518971017114_135300004_30791314_7655763_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 439px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7022_518971017114_135300004_30791314_7655763_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7022_518972748644_135300004_30791334_6055933_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 442px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7022_518972748644_135300004_30791334_6055933_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs203.snc1/7022_518971012124_135300004_30791313_1886351_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 603px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs203.snc1/7022_518971012124_135300004_30791313_1886351_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs203.snc1/7022_518971007134_135300004_30791312_4393520_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 442px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs203.snc1/7022_518971007134_135300004_30791312_4393520_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-9162556750486227901?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/9162556750486227901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=9162556750486227901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/9162556750486227901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/9162556750486227901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2009/09/lydia-david-are-engaged.html' title='Lydia + David are ENGAGED!'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-4521621909854620526</id><published>2009-09-14T15:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:12:20.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7022_518875558414_135300004_30788411_7598235_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs223.snc1/7022_518875558414_135300004_30788411_7598235_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a FAB weekend consisting of two photo shoots and two trips to Books A Million, my favorite date place with my kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs203.snc1/7022_518875957614_135300004_30788428_589120_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs203.snc1/7022_518875957614_135300004_30788428_589120_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my shoot Saturday was with Courtney (aka Mrs. Beautiful)--she's getting married to Dan in just two weeks! We did her bridal portraits in downtown Prattville, which was an EXCELLENT choice (kudos to you, Court!)...Don't worry--I will be showing those off as SOON as they are hitched! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I shot David and Lydia's engagement photos...they are SO beautiful and unique (both the images and the couple themselves)...I will get one up ASAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't remember, I also shot David's proposal to Lydia back in June:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs116.snc1/4846_516432494334_135300004_30701426_4238803_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 603px" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs116.snc1/4846_516432494334_135300004_30701426_4238803_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs116.snc1/4846_516432504314_135300004_30701428_4364278_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 603px" alt="" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs116.snc1/4846_516432504314_135300004_30701428_4364278_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs116.snc1/4846_516432549224_135300004_30701437_8326614_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs116.snc1/4846_516432549224_135300004_30701437_8326614_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs116.snc1/4846_516432514294_135300004_30701430_180496_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 603px" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs116.snc1/4846_516432514294_135300004_30701430_180496_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs116.snc1/4846_516432509304_135300004_30701429_2821787_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 603px" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs116.snc1/4846_516432509304_135300004_30701429_2821787_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO excited about getting D+L's engagement pics up...so much so, that I edited their photos in my dreams last night...too bad I didn't actually get the work done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-4521621909854620526?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4521621909854620526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=4521621909854620526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/4521621909854620526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/4521621909854620526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend!'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-3046657808055615896</id><published>2009-09-08T11:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:00:17.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Cooper: Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3453/3901489706_d5aeb6bf76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3453/3901489706_d5aeb6bf76.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so blessed to work with children with just giant personalities!&lt;br /&gt;Take Cooper for example--he is only 3 months old, yet he looks directly at the camera pretty much on demand and smiles in return for your smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one gorgeous baby, and it's no wonder--when I arrived at Jessica and Warren's house and Jessica answered the door, I was smitten with how beautiful she was (and stylish, too!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/3901490578_cf633edeef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2577/3901490578_cf633edeef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that crocodile tear--poor baby--he was HUNGRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3463/3900659713_467bd82034_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 683px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1024px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3463/3900659713_467bd82034_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darling tiny toes, held close by his momma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2521/3900660625_f72a99ecb7_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 1024px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 683px" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2521/3900660625_f72a99ecb7_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a peaceful afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3476/3901443814_7222071452_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 674px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1024px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3476/3901443814_7222071452_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother and child--nothing more beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2524/3900617767_d9ac72e902_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1024px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 683px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2524/3900617767_d9ac72e902_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/3900617069_be9fc37275_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 683px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1024px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/3900617069_be9fc37275_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing little boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/3901399172_d6da537fa4_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 683px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1024px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2625/3901399172_d6da537fa4_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whenever Jessica smiled really big-ly (I know that's not a word--it's a CPMAC-ism) at Cooper, he would burst out into a matching big grin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3523/3901398574_c654272d6c_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 683px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1024px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3523/3901398574_c654272d6c_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-3046657808055615896?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/3046657808055615896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=3046657808055615896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/3046657808055615896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/3046657808055615896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-cooper-part-i.html' title='Baby Cooper: Part I'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3453/3901489706_d5aeb6bf76_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-5887137208381707185</id><published>2009-08-22T20:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:22:22.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carolyn Jean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, Mr. Robert is one of my patients at the dentists office I work at...and he is oen of the sweetest, kindest men ever. For instance, the second time he came into the office, 6 months after the first time I met him, he grinned at me from over the counter and asked how my little boy, Malachi, was doing (yes, he not only remembered that I have a son, but remembered his name, too). That's apparently just how he is. Well, in one of our conversations, I mentioned photography to him, and somehow, I ended up at his daughter, Tiffany's, home today, captured photographs of his precious (and quite precocious) grandaughter, Carolyn Jean.&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany and her husband, Larry (but you can just call him "Tadpole" she told me with a smile, and I was all like, well, alright, "Hi, Tadpole. I'm Chelsea. Nice to meet you") had been married for 20 years when Miss Cutie came along--a total surprise and blessing at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you, Tiffany has her daddy's same loving, caring personality, and Carolyn Jean has both her momma's and grandaddy's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few ADORABLE shots of Miss Carolyn Jean:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2540/3851337962_07a1bd813f_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 924px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 668px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2540/3851337962_07a1bd813f_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much personality can you pack into such a tiny thing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3850321395_2485b9d1e6_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 924px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 456px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3850321395_2485b9d1e6_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2469/3851330038_ff7b952d49_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 924px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 583px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2469/3851330038_ff7b952d49_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2432/3850487241_79bb1f1224_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 924px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 706px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2432/3850487241_79bb1f1224_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3477/3850585715_323667c472_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 924px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 724px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3477/3850585715_323667c472_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little superstar was just a wee bit worn out after a full day of modeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3424/3851141168_b5f2724102_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 924px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 716px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3424/3851141168_b5f2724102_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-5887137208381707185?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5887137208381707185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=5887137208381707185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5887137208381707185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5887137208381707185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2009/08/carolyn-jean.html' title='Carolyn Jean'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2540/3851337962_07a1bd813f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-5509899942151087689</id><published>2009-08-11T09:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:06:56.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning Pool</title><content type='html'>A few of Drowning Pool's promo pics that I shot while they were here in June to play at Off the Wagon. Some awesome live concert shots from their show at OTW as well as at The Swamp in Fort Walton Beach, FL soon to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="400" width="100%"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vuvox.com/collage_express/collage.swf?collageID=0157655558"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.vuvox.com/collage_express/collage.swf?collageID=0157655558" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-5509899942151087689?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5509899942151087689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=5509899942151087689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5509899942151087689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5509899942151087689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2009/08/drowning-pool.html' title='Drowning Pool'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-6789291566889323494</id><published>2009-06-09T10:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:53:21.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather + Rick Sneak Peek!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Sorry the site's been down for a few days ya'll! I stayed up till 12:30 last night working on it, and plan on suffering some extreme sleep deficiency to complete it tonight! I am so SUPER-excited about it, though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;Some new stuff headed your way--new gallery and proofing site at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cpmac.smugmug.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;cpmac.smugmug.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt; which is already up and running...As customizable as it is, it's not my absolute choice, but it's pretty awesome as far as clients go. All you do is go there, locate your album, and view all your photos. You can also order prints (as can any of your friends and family) and pay by credit card (oooo...my weakness!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and soon to come--FREQUENT blog posts!!! Yay!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Shot a super-fun wedding in Gulf Shores this weekend for Heather + Rick--and we can't forget their precious little man Cayton! (He walked his momma down the aisle!) Got to know the wedding couple as well as their friends and family and had a blast doing it! Heather and Rick also opted for a First Look, which was just SO beautiful, so be looking forward to that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Every post is better with a pic, so here's a capture of all the fun and laughter! More to come soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/Si57YZ0-2NI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ZgHXFCLZUo0/s1600-h/4516_516277814314_135300004_30695476_3898103_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345345466915543250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/Si57YZ0-2NI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ZgHXFCLZUo0/s400/4516_516277814314_135300004_30695476_3898103_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-6789291566889323494?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/6789291566889323494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=6789291566889323494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/6789291566889323494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/6789291566889323494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2009/06/heather-rick-sneak-peek.html' title='Heather + Rick Sneak Peek!'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/Si57YZ0-2NI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ZgHXFCLZUo0/s72-c/4516_516277814314_135300004_30695476_3898103_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-1080399176048819918</id><published>2009-05-08T20:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:00:10.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I had two photo shoots today...the first was with a beautiul single momma, Rachel Lynn and her absolutely precious baby girl Raegan...one of Rachel's best friends, Bailey bought the packge for her for mother's day, and everything was perfect--from little bows and flowers to hot pink heels and earrings, mother and daughter made for some beautiful Mother's Day photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="402" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3306/3551774174_6f1169dae8_o.jpg" width="604" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-1080399176048819918?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/1080399176048819918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=1080399176048819918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/1080399176048819918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/1080399176048819918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-i-had-two-photo-shoots-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-4236455044187379215</id><published>2009-04-28T11:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:02:31.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honest Marketing, Nikki and Marc: Anytime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So, I'm reading a book (well, actually, I just started it and I kinda skimmed through it to start with)...it speaks of marketing and the importance of honesty in your marketing approach. Like, instead of calling yourself the Premier Photographer of the World, just be honest about your business and who you are. So, for me, marketing would consist of the following plea (along with some 4-year-old style dancing and "pick me! pick me!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a single mom.&lt;br /&gt;I love my kid. I love Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;and I love photography.&lt;br /&gt;The women. The men. The relationships. The love. The families. The moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. My heart nearly beats out of my chest I get so excited.&lt;br /&gt;How about every wedding I've shot I've nearly cried. Then I'm wiping my eyes with one hand and trying to balance my massive and horribly heavy lens and camera in the other hand, silently chiding myself, and capturing every tear-jerking, touching, endearing moment at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly? Yeah, I've only been doing this for coming on a year. No, I don't know everything there is to know about photography--as a business or an art. But I love it. And I am driven. And I am good at what I do. I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That's about it. That's me.&lt;br /&gt;Honest, no nonsense. That's who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, because every post is better with a picture (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jasminestarblog.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Jasmine Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt; gets credit for that one):&lt;br /&gt;Introducing two FABULOUS people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikki and Marc. Givers extraordinaire. They are opening a community house called House of the Rising Sun in the French Quarter starting in January of 2010, and doing all sorts of outreaches for the homeless and street kids. However, work is starting now, so please head over to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nikkigordy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Nikki's blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;to find out more (and laugh alot) and help out where you can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Nikki and Marc by C.P. MAC Photography, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chelseamccray/3450060264/"&gt;&lt;img height="534" alt="Nikki and Marc" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3413/3450060264_51804aed8d_b.jpg" width="824" /&gt;&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/1226304088720380787-4236455044187379215?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4236455044187379215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=4236455044187379215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/4236455044187379215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/4236455044187379215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2009/04/honest-marketing-nikki-and-marc-anytime.html' title='Honest Marketing, Nikki and Marc: Anytime'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3413/3450060264_51804aed8d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-5199619160256492420</id><published>2009-02-23T22:49:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:24:39.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headshots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candids'/><title type='text'>Mike: Headshots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, man. I suck at this blog-writing thing. Busy, busy, busy. Breathe, Chelsea, breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night (like 3 weeks ago--sometime end of February [yes, '09--I'm not THAT far behind!]), I headed to Auburn to see the University's production of Into the Woods, starring one of my best girlfriends, Courtney Labosky, as Jack's mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love Courtney--good times at IHOP afterwards...if you wanna know me and Court's relationship, check out this pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="463" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3626/3362601981_80461ca71b_o.jpg" width="604" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Friday afternoon (after going to the University clinic with Courtney because Ms. Klutz stepped on glass on her bedroom floor), we met up with Mike, who may be heading to LA (he's more into tv acting as opposed to live theatre like Court) and needed new headshots/promo shots. Courtney directed us to downtown Opelika where we found this awesome half-renovated old building on a corner. And I must say, I am pleased with the results (of course, Mike is a cutie--my momma thinks he's a "good-looking fellow")...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of the shots I've edited so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="539" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3418/3305134215_c552c9eb11_b.jpg" width="824" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="824" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3353/3305128299_36351f2cfe_b.jpg" width="539" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="724" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3581/3305952492_11dd726c9c_b.jpg" width="439" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="824" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3567/3306000502_baa9655776_b.jpg" width="539" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 521px; HEIGHT: 871px" height="924" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3662/3305114897_394c992e0d_b.jpg" width="639" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-5199619160256492420?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5199619160256492420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=5199619160256492420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5199619160256492420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5199619160256492420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2009/02/mike-headshots.html' title='Mike: Headshots'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3418/3305134215_c552c9eb11_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-3564098950643959404</id><published>2009-02-05T12:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:57:30.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="1024" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3383/3255488737_103e0a87ef_b.jpg" width="735" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="1024" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3487/3255488815_194b3c389b_b.jpg" width="735" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-3564098950643959404?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/3564098950643959404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=3564098950643959404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/3564098950643959404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/3564098950643959404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3383/3255488737_103e0a87ef_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-2921623577262137292</id><published>2009-01-12T23:12:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:56:31.971-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anna and Kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographic Adventures'/><title type='text'>Anna's Programs, A Sick Malachi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just sat down with Anna and designed the program for her and Kyle's wedding at the beach in April. The front is three of their engagement portraits, and the back is their monogram and the order of service...&lt;br /&gt;I can't let ya'll see till her wedding, though--it would ruin the surprise!&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I am SUPER-excited about finally being able to post her bridal portaits--better reign that excitement in for a few more months, though =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malachi has been sick. He's on antibiotics, but he keeps coughing and randomly running a high temp. I just want to cuddle him up...After Anna left, I came downstairs and tried to quitely sneak into my room without waking him...which was pointless, because he was awake--"You weft" he said sadly. "Why'd you weave me?" It was SO precious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're on Facebook with me, you know I've been posting some recently edited photos from a Photographic Adventure I went on last Saturday with some friends of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some faves:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="639" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3360/3196263538_ea8df5d873_b.jpg" width="924" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="639" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3256/3195419799_28746cc684_b.jpg" width="924" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="639" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3109/3196265616_5513bd11b0_b.jpg" width="924" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am SO proud of my little man for this one. That's right--Malachi is a budding photographer. =D I think I may even give him a point and shoot digital for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="639" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3356/3196262346_9960a5360a_b.jpg" width="924" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="1024" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3395/3195415181_39c3f82bbe_b.jpg" width="735" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-2921623577262137292?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2921623577262137292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=2921623577262137292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/2921623577262137292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/2921623577262137292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2009/01/annas-programs-sick-malachi.html' title='Anna&apos;s Programs, A Sick Malachi'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3360/3196263538_ea8df5d873_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-7904538428215550817</id><published>2009-01-02T15:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T12:51:40.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Biting the Bullet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been SO busy lately! I'm sitting in the living room right now with Britnee, Josiah, Momma, Aunt Sheri, Uncle Chip, my dad, and Tabi. Malachi's in his room presumably taking a nap, but a few minutes ago he was sitting in bed playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO behind with the photo editing. I don't have any client work to do, but I want to finish the Fab 5 adventure pics, and all the ones from New Orleans last weekend. I do have a teaser for ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286818627129390130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SV6Nh9X3NDI/AAAAAAAAAYk/uezPvfDKnDc/s400/thedoors.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am SO excited about new lenses. I got my list of *photog wishes* from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jasminestarblog.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jasmine Star's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; where she lists everything in her bag--and let me tell you, I want EVERYTHING in her bag! I'll let you know when I actually bite the bullet and &lt;em&gt;buy &lt;/em&gt;a new lens. Probably with my new camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of biting the bullet....I bit the bullet and bought the Bullet! The Magic Bullet that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seriously been wanting one for YEARS now and I saw it in Costco on sale for $40 and my heart just couldn't stop pounding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 24 hours and my whole family is exclaiming about how amazing my homemade cheesecake is...truly &lt;em&gt;magic&lt;/em&gt;; thank you, Bullet. =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-7904538428215550817?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7904538428215550817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=7904538428215550817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/7904538428215550817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/7904538428215550817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2009/01/biting-bullet.html' title='Biting the Bullet'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SV6Nh9X3NDI/AAAAAAAAAYk/uezPvfDKnDc/s72-c/thedoors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-6303948257349549629</id><published>2008-10-29T11:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:09:29.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/carpeicthus/2949984795/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3209/2949984795_a60782da5e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/carpeicthus/2949984795/"&gt;John.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/carpeicthus/"&gt;Ryan Brenizer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my choice. This is my candidate. Because he supports life. Because he has the experience. Because he has chosen a most excellent running mate. Because he is presidential material. Because he does not plan to take my money and give to those who will not work. &lt;br /&gt;And because he is not Obama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-6303948257349549629?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/6303948257349549629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=6303948257349549629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/6303948257349549629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/6303948257349549629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/10/john.html' title='John.'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3209/2949984795_a60782da5e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-1038255762567792156</id><published>2008-10-22T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T13:36:40.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas special!</title><content type='html'>I'm also working up a package which includes the Christmas cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas card pricing is $25 for 25 cards, ala carte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SP9ySNKvVfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/o_JZFx2DAw4/s1600-h/christmas+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260048546889946610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SP9ySNKvVfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/o_JZFx2DAw4/s400/christmas+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-1038255762567792156?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/1038255762567792156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=1038255762567792156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/1038255762567792156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/1038255762567792156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/10/christmas-special.html' title='Christmas special!'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SP9ySNKvVfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/o_JZFx2DAw4/s72-c/christmas+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-4632710734646853115</id><published>2008-10-15T12:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:34:09.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna and Kyle ~ 10.03.08</title><content type='html'>Shot my first engagement session earlier this month with Anna and Kyle. They are too cute together and were suprisingly adventurous. In the woods, wading through a cotton field (complete with mice scurrying across the ground), on a manmade beach, kicking in a lake, and standing in a pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the completed DVD, just not quite as high quality.&lt;br /&gt;Anna and Kyle both love Nat King Cole and Norah Jones, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdgjqV-22Ro&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdgjqV-22Ro&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-4632710734646853115?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4632710734646853115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=4632710734646853115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/4632710734646853115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/4632710734646853115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/10/anna-and-kyle-100308.html' title='Anna and Kyle ~ 10.03.08'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-3348946376968720591</id><published>2008-10-15T10:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:56:47.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>Angels&lt;br /&gt;Protectors&lt;br /&gt;Guardians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stories told,&lt;br /&gt;Scriptures taught.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing truer&lt;br /&gt;than truth in flesh.&lt;br /&gt;More real&lt;br /&gt;for his presence.&lt;br /&gt;Holding in his spirit,&lt;br /&gt;protecting with a wary eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I push.&lt;br /&gt;He steps in still.&lt;br /&gt;pulls me,&lt;br /&gt;reigns me,&lt;br /&gt;Safety all around me.&lt;br /&gt;Security in his arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-3348946376968720591?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/3348946376968720591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=3348946376968720591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/3348946376968720591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/3348946376968720591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/10/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-4690418966195794176</id><published>2008-09-23T09:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:02:44.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so...</title><content type='html'>inconsistent with my writing.&lt;br /&gt;I just read Twilight, and while I'll admit the first couple of chapters, I questioned the depth of the actual writing, it grew on me. I was up until 5 finishing it. Coffee is my sustenance today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I oddly find myself &lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt; in complete, beautifully fashioned sentences.&lt;br /&gt;500 something pages of highly detailed first person point of view writing has apparently worked it's way into my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to do something productive with it. How about a book?, I think so nonsensically. How many times have I purposed to pen a novel and made it through one painstakingly crafted page, only to surrender willingly within 24 hours? The answer to that is MANY times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to right then?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-4690418966195794176?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4690418966195794176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=4690418966195794176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/4690418966195794176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/4690418966195794176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-so.html' title='I am so...'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-3213120141739082291</id><published>2008-09-10T14:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:37:12.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fannie's Wedding</title><content type='html'>Not all my photography, because I wasn't the official photographer, but I put it together for her anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MyIe8Y1h7FY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MyIe8Y1h7FY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-3213120141739082291?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/3213120141739082291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=3213120141739082291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/3213120141739082291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/3213120141739082291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/09/fannies-wedding.html' title='Fannie&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-364022302666262375</id><published>2008-08-12T08:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:51:35.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RE: Nikki's post</title><content type='html'>Funny that you mention all that.&lt;br /&gt;Today's the first truly rainy day we've had in a LONG time, and it is oddly comforting to me. Driving to work was...peaceful. Surrounded by rain, not able to see but maybe a quarter mile ahead of me...the world wasn't so big anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Who was it in the Bible that said "I don't concern myself with matters too great for me"? David, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malachi's absolute FAVORITE story is Jesus calming the waves. &lt;br /&gt;David and Goliath--okay whatever, he was a giant, big deal.&lt;br /&gt;But when Jesus says, "Peace, be still..." That is Malachi's favorite line. Sometimes, when I'm upset with him, Malachi will say in his most authoritative voice, "Peace, be still."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quiet myself like a child, I still myself in the presence of the Lord, delighting in, finding peace in the comfort of His heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-364022302666262375?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/364022302666262375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=364022302666262375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/364022302666262375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/364022302666262375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/08/re-nikkis-post.html' title='RE: Nikki&apos;s post'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-7226187637136961595</id><published>2008-07-21T22:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:49:57.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kailie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SIVWStmER3I/AAAAAAAAANk/B5nYg2G2Z5U/s1600-h/IMG_7266+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225677822110222194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SIVWStmER3I/AAAAAAAAANk/B5nYg2G2Z5U/s400/IMG_7266+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had an AWESOME time this weekend. I was in my first wedding--Kailie, one of my very good friends, married Jacob on Saturday (07.19.08). Sawyer, her son (and one Malachi's best friends) was the ring-bearer and his cousin, Lily, was the flower girl. She only has three bridesmaids, but it was so sweet and simple. I wasn't the official photographer (seeing as I was in the wedding), but I documented the Bachelorette party (which I also hosted), the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner, and pre-wedding events...I was a BUSY girl this weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-7226187637136961595?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7226187637136961595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=7226187637136961595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/7226187637136961595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/7226187637136961595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/07/kailie.html' title='Kailie'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SIVWStmER3I/AAAAAAAAANk/B5nYg2G2Z5U/s72-c/IMG_7266+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-4533399397806191955</id><published>2008-07-11T00:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:30:17.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chelseamccray/2655494125/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/2655494125_29f76f39ab.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chelseamccray/2655494125/"&gt;Hair&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chelseamccray/"&gt;C.P. MAC Photography&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	I am still editing pictures of Courtney from back in May (has it really been like 2 months already? This is my most recent, and I like it ALOT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-4533399397806191955?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4533399397806191955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=4533399397806191955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/4533399397806191955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/4533399397806191955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3018/2655494125_29f76f39ab_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-504329572216458516</id><published>2008-07-01T10:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T10:17:31.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chelseamccray/2628414954/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3023/2628414954_6695cab389.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chelseamccray/2628414954/"&gt;Looking Up&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chelseamccray/"&gt;C.P. MAC Photography&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Malachi, spinning on a Sunday afternoon. What a little cutie--I love my man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-504329572216458516?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/504329572216458516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=504329572216458516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/504329572216458516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/504329572216458516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-up.html' title='Looking Up'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3023/2628414954_6695cab389_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-42783300206024056</id><published>2008-05-21T09:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T13:13:37.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night--God is AMAZING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;Taken from my scribblings last night at Axxess (no editing--just pure me and God):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;Something is happening and has already begun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;I no longer cling relentlessly to the idea of true love in persistance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;I purpose to persist in knowing true love, He who relentlessly pursues me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;Is there any other? Is there any human example of this mightly selflessness that may suffice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;No. There is only One. One lover, one love. Him, me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;How fruitlessly have I focused, how blindly have I fought like a child, kicking and screaming, proclaiming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;my own maturity when all I should have done, all that would bring me joy is to surrender to my pain, my vulnerability and curl up in His arms, collapse and allow Him to breathe for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;Somehow, I thought that if I let go, I would lose my "true" love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;The truth is, my true love only wanted me to love Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;I need to fall in love with You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;I need to cling to You and Your truth, and live and breathe in Your essence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;like a child, I cling to You, knowing full well that &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; depends on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;What freedom to know that--to rest on and in You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-42783300206024056?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/42783300206024056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=42783300206024056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/42783300206024056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/42783300206024056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-night-god-is-amazing.html' title='Last night--God is AMAZING!'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-4054219244976033809</id><published>2008-05-15T13:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:48:59.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>High five</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/airfonz1/2476401837/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2120/2476401837_3c25c66c0a.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/airfonz1/2476401837/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/airfonz1/"&gt;Fotos de Fonseca&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Me and my kid, musicians...or at least, we're both wannabes...=D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-4054219244976033809?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4054219244976033809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=4054219244976033809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/4054219244976033809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/4054219244976033809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/05/high-five.html' title='High five'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2120/2476401837_3c25c66c0a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-3011894702540068839</id><published>2008-05-15T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:37:45.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note from my Momma; On Faith</title><content type='html'>I started this post at the end of April and have been adding a few words here and there since then.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet, encouraging note my Momma sent to work with me yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SBjA8IxgdGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VXmxjf-ieRA/s1600-h/042908+momma+note.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195114309551682658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SBjA8IxgdGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VXmxjf-ieRA/s400/042908+momma+note.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How right she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, how bout God told Tyler to pray for me and Macey and what he was praying for me coincides PERFECTLY with God's Words to me--I know I am not crazy, though I am quite a bit humbled...GOD chose to talk to ME! He cares about my hurts--like, I know this and have known this, but to step back and look at what you're going through and go, WOW, God is present and sovereign and He TRULY cares that I am hurting and the day of His salvation is at hand, He is coming quickly all for me...oh, how unfailing is His love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thought occured to me yesterday, on the subject of faith...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I continually screw up. I mean, I am not perfect, and while I am confident that the Lord will complete His good work in me, well, I am just...human. Not as if that's an explanation. Having received the grace of God through Christ, you'd think I needn't go back to the cross, like, daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so the point is this: No, I don't deserve it, this blessing God is bringing to me--in NO way have I earned it or have I even pleased God--and I was asking Him about this, just please don't take it away from me, because God, if I were You, I wouldn't bless me (basically, that's the jist of my prayer), and He placed in my spirit this verse from Hebrews--that Abraham was declared righteous by his faith. Not because he was perfect, but because he believed without ceasing God's promises as well as the character of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, we are still declared righteous by God through our faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which at times is even more difficult to control than our actions--the mind is something terrible and the devil's fiery darts mentioned in Ephesians, I believe, are doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stand firm in faith, CRAZY belief in both God and His promises, for He is true to His word!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-3011894702540068839?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/3011894702540068839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=3011894702540068839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/3011894702540068839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/3011894702540068839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/05/note-from-my-momma-on-faith.html' title='Note from my Momma; On Faith'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SBjA8IxgdGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/VXmxjf-ieRA/s72-c/042908+momma+note.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-706485305283497907</id><published>2008-05-13T11:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:56:41.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How I adore my little boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chelseamccray/2490021954/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2201/2490021954_b10a39ee8f.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chelseamccray/2490021954/"&gt;How I adore&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chelseamccray/"&gt;C.P. MAC Photography&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	We've been having so much fun together lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He especially enjoys me tickling him. In fact, the other night, he wouldn't go to sleep until he was all giggled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him on the phone on my way home last night that I was going to tickle him when I got home from work, and one of the first things he did when I walked in the door was say, "Na-na-na-boo-boo!" and take of running and saying, "Tickle me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get off of work today and play with him...although, Axxess is tonight and I won't get to spend much time with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do get to play bass, though, and that always brightens my day (as does worshipping my God who loves me, of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited at whatever God is doing...I can just feel it in my spirit...He is working something out for good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pumped!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-706485305283497907?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/706485305283497907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=706485305283497907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/706485305283497907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/706485305283497907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-i-adore-my-little-boy.html' title='How I adore my little boy!'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2201/2490021954_b10a39ee8f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-5382875683056680230</id><published>2008-05-09T13:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:32:26.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Content</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chelseamccray/2477622441/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3153/2477622441_8eca96ef64.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chelseamccray/2477622441/"&gt;Content&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chelseamccray/"&gt;C.P. MAC Photography&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Love this pic. Just wanted to link it to my blog...&lt;br /&gt;Love my polka dot shirt, love the half face...just playing around but i really like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-5382875683056680230?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5382875683056680230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=5382875683056680230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5382875683056680230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5382875683056680230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/05/content.html' title='Content'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3153/2477622441_8eca96ef64_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-202790460222324060</id><published>2008-05-08T23:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:59:15.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Pocket</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chelseamccray/2477005047/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2370/2477005047_3e4364c90b.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chelseamccray/2477005047/"&gt;Back Pocket&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chelseamccray/"&gt;C.P. MAC Photography&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	I love my best friend. I had to call him today to tell him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what will happen when we are both serious with someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's troubles are enough for today, God will give grace for tomorrow's trouble tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-202790460222324060?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/202790460222324060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=202790460222324060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/202790460222324060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/202790460222324060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-pocket.html' title='Back Pocket'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2370/2477005047_3e4364c90b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-7463082481387851057</id><published>2008-05-07T01:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T01:24:42.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax and Contemplate</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chelseamccray/2472363309/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2159/2472363309_ee12aedffd.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chelseamccray/2472363309/"&gt;Polish at the Park&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chelseamccray/"&gt;C.P. MAC Photography&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Relaxed some today. Went to the park with my best friend, Aaron, and we talked and read some from Psalms and basically figured out a bunch of stuff, and then tonight, at Axxess, it was as if Ryan had heard our entire conversation--from prayer to the message, God confirmed EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, my focus is Jesus. Everything else is second place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-7463082481387851057?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7463082481387851057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=7463082481387851057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/7463082481387851057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/7463082481387851057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/05/relax-and-contemplate.html' title='Relax and Contemplate'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2159/2472363309_ee12aedffd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-5604115882632478330</id><published>2008-04-30T15:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:53:36.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nehemiah notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SBjbCoxgdKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/V7VIoIp9H34/s1600-h/100_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195143008523154594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SBjbCoxgdKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/V7VIoIp9H34/s400/100_0517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; So, random God-is-awesomeness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last weekend (04-20-08), God spoke to me to go through Nehemiah. So, I did. Or at least I started. I'm never as disciplined as I should be, but that's why God is sharpening me. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Point is, last night, Aaron leaned in the car before I left IHOP and said, just start putting together a series...like, I need to have something prepared to treach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hm...God has been being pretty obvious lately. I think sometimes he's like, "Chelsea, you are being entirely too dense--do I need to spell it out for you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Yes, Lord. I apparently need to be humbled by the obviousness of You speaking to me, the wonder of You loving me...even still."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-5604115882632478330?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5604115882632478330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=5604115882632478330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5604115882632478330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5604115882632478330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/04/nehemiah-notes.html' title='Nehemiah notes'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SBjbCoxgdKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/V7VIoIp9H34/s72-c/100_0517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-5109807890961199500</id><published>2008-04-28T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:29:45.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New check card</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="220" width="300" align="left"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="https://mycard.compassbank.com/AllAboutMe/Designer/express/compass/EmbeddedDesigner/express_designer.swf?WebDesignId=500e0cff-3a75-4d79-8265-603ef04f0057"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="https://mycard.compassbank.com/AllAboutMe/Designer/express/compass/EmbeddedDesigner/express_designer.swf?WebDesignId=500e0cff-3a75-4d79-8265-603ef04f0057" height="220" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new check card, because for the second time in a half-year period, I have misplaced mine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-5109807890961199500?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5109807890961199500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=5109807890961199500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5109807890961199500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5109807890961199500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-check-card.html' title='New check card'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-5162597360328490692</id><published>2008-04-23T14:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:06:43.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Showers</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chelseamccray/2437159422/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2419/2437159422_e020c5ae6e.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chelseamccray/2437159422/"&gt;Tiles&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chelseamccray/"&gt;C.P. MAC Photography&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Every house we went in (which was alot), Malachi went into the shower in every bathroom and told me whether it was cool or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rather liked this one. I had a hard time getting him out. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-5162597360328490692?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5162597360328490692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=5162597360328490692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5162597360328490692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5162597360328490692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/04/showers.html' title='Showers'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2419/2437159422_e020c5ae6e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-8213944769861519650</id><published>2008-04-23T14:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:05:02.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame"&gt;	&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chelseamccray/2437160128/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2258/2437160128_1f90189d21.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chelseamccray/2437160128/"&gt;Brick&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/chelseamccray/"&gt;C.P. MAC Photography&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;				&lt;p class="flickr-yourcomment"&gt;	Malachi and Tabi and I went to the parade of homes, and I LOVE the brickwork in one wing of this house. I lost sight of Malachi for a moment, and he was laying with his blankie on the floor in the sun in the laundry room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-8213944769861519650?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/8213944769861519650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=8213944769861519650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/8213944769861519650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/8213944769861519650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2258/2437160128_1f90189d21_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-5922477986524586840</id><published>2008-04-22T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T09:02:18.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A-B-C-D...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;The ABC's of ME: Wasting my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;A- ATTACHED OR SINGLE: Single, technically, but my heart is attached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;B- BEST FRIEND: female-Kacy, male-Aaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;C- CAKE OR PIE: chocolate cake with fudge frosting from Wal-mart; that's what we got for Malachi's family birthday party and it was DELICIOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;D- DAY OF CHOICE: Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;E- ESSENTIAL ITEM: Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;F- FAVORITE COLOR: Green!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;G- GREATEST ACCOMPLISHMENT: of course, it's only by God's grace, so it's not really MY accomplishment, but my greatest accomplishment is definitely surrendering my life to Jesus (although it seems I have to redo it quite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;H- HOMETOWN: Metairie, Louisiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;I- INDULGENCES: Peppermint Mocha Frappaccino (or Latte, depending on my mood), Vault, queso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;J- JANUARY OR JULY: July--yay for the beach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;K- KIDS: Malachi Blayde, 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;L- LIFE IS INCOMPLETE WITHOUT: Malachi, T, my Bible and prayer (if I'm missing one of those last two I really feel incomplete)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;M- MARRIAGE DATE: Hopefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;N- NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;O- ORANGES OR APPLES: Golden delicious apples, sliced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;P- PHOBIAS OR FEARS: Not being in God's will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Q- QUOTES: "The Lord will work out His plans for my life--for Your faithful love, O Lord, endures forever. Don't abandon me, for you made me." Psalm 138:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;R- REASON TO SMILE: Malachi (when he's being so, so sweet), because God loves me and never let me go, even when I am stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;S- SEASON: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;T- TAG FIVE FRIENDS: Brooke, Kacy, Aaron, Macey, Elyse, Kailie, Fannie (yes, I know--that 7, but those are the grand total of my best friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;U- UNKNOWN FACT ABOUT ME: I'm pretty much an open book--ask me and I'll tell you. And I'll also relay either how Jesus forgave me or look how far God has brought me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;V- VERY FAVORITE STORE: Aeropostale, Victoria's Secret, Rue 21 (clearance sections ONLY) Wal-mart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;W- WORST HABIT: my dirty car, not practicing bass or voice (both of which I'm sure I would rock at if I would practice), shop therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;X- X-RAY OR ULTRASOUND: x-ray, no grody gels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Y- YOUR FAVORITE FOOD: anything and everything of Mexican origin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Z- ZODIAC: Gemini, I think. Why does it matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-5922477986524586840?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5922477986524586840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=5922477986524586840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5922477986524586840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5922477986524586840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/04/b-c-d.html' title='A-B-C-D...'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-3045126611983955572</id><published>2008-04-15T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T08:43:10.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Louie Giglio's blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://268blog.blogspot.com/"&gt;&amp;lt;:: 268 BLOG ::&amp;gt;&lt;/a&gt;: "Somewhere in between the sovereignty of God (He does whatever pleases Him) and our free choices is an interesting invitation: Ask. It's not that God is at our beck and call, delivering on time whatever our latest whim. Yet, He deliberately invites us to ask of Him the things that are in our heart. Within God's unwavering control, there is room for our requests. And, according to His Word, our asking can effect the outcome of things great and small. What's more He adds: You do not have, because you do not ask God. (James 4:2b)."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-3045126611983955572?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://268blog.blogspot.com/' title='From Louie Giglio&apos;s blog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/3045126611983955572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=3045126611983955572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/3045126611983955572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/3045126611983955572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/04/from-louie-giglios-blog.html' title='From Louie Giglio&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-8541413162682424161</id><published>2008-04-15T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T11:57:40.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Feel--What I Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;This is how I feel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Oh baby, if I was your lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I will make you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm never gonna leave, never gonna leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh baby, I would be your lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am going crazy...for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~Colbie Caillat, Oxygen~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;This is what I need:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Give me one pure and holy passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Give me one magnificent obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Give me one glorious ambition for my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To know and follow hard after You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~Passion, Pure and Holy Passion~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;I thought about this the other day--I am at a point right now where I hunger to hunger for God and His Word, I thirst to thirst for His living water. It's like, I am not compelled as I wish I was to spend more time with Him, I do not have this deep heart desire to talk with Him, though I wish to possess a Spirit driving towards Him. I woke up with the lyrics "How can I keep from singing Your praise..." going through my head, and, truly, how can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;How in the world, when He has spoken so directly to me, can I doubt that He has spoken at all? How can I look at the circumstance that surround me, failing to focus my eyes on His love for me, the grace He has given to overcome, and the power of His name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Mostly, I just want to be magnificently obsessed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;To look into someone's eyes way more often than Sunday evenings (as I did with Mrs. Ellen at the mall this past Sunday) and share that GOD LOVES THEM and mean it, because I feel it everday in the root of my being...that just as everything God does for us stems from His love for us, shouldn't everything that I do stem from my love for God? Of course, my love for Him will never compare--His love is unfailing and mine fails oh so often, and yet..yet, He is the author and PERFECTOR...does He not perfect our love into being more and more like His own? Of course He does. Reference 1 Corinthians 13--the GREATEST of these is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;And while I long to be obsessed (this all is related to Pastor Joey message this past Sunday morning at Lakewood) with my God and Father, everytime I am with Him, in prayer, at church, etc...I am expressing my longing to be with my earthly love. It overwhelms me how much my heart hurts, how much I wish to be with him. And it hurts so bad that I many times don't even feel like expanding my heart and mind to focus on prayer, reading the Word, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Yes, I know that at times you must press through when you feel least like it, I know that to praise is to win the victory, but the heart motives must be correct. I WANT to praise out of utter awe for my Father, I want to pray just to spend time with Him...but the thing is, He is my Father, and I am in pain (did the psalmist not cry out over and over for the Lord to deliver him from distress?) and I SO want to just be delivered--for God to bring to completion His promise to me, to be happy and to be filled with the joy of His salvation "here in the land of the living" (ref. psalm 27:13 "Yet I am confident I will see the Lord’s goodness while I am here in the land of the living.") I ask God to make me to long for Him, to focus on Him, and yet, as James says, "You have not because you ask not" and I fear if I fail to continue in persistant prayer for my love...well, I just long dearly to be with him. To care for him, to love him entirely--for Christ's love to show through me to him...that's what our earthly relationships are for, our romance--to reveal to each of us a deeper revelation of Jesus Christ and God our Father and Agape love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Lord, lift me up, lift him up, Your will be done! Give me a HUNGER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;in Jesus' mighty name, AMEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-8541413162682424161?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/8541413162682424161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=8541413162682424161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/8541413162682424161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/8541413162682424161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-i-feel-what-i-need.html' title='How I Feel--What I Need'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-1136053206300492668</id><published>2008-04-12T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:17:06.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Storming Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"I believe you will come like the rain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Misty Edwards, My Soul Longs for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;It's raining outside--well, actually storming. Not so much thunder, but lots of rain and wind. I love to listen to this song when the sky is looking like rain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;God comes like the rain. We think of the rain as being the storms of life, but the truth is, it is IN the storms that He comes--that's when He shows up. At the last minute, in all His glory, He comes like the rain, in the rain, to spite the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;And He makes all things new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-1136053206300492668?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/1136053206300492668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=1136053206300492668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/1136053206300492668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/1136053206300492668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/04/storming-outside.html' title='Storming Outside'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-5223619075627589465</id><published>2008-04-04T23:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:55:42.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;So, yeah, I'm tired. I'm going to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Still have alot on my heart and mind...praying for God to just continue to speak to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;I'll have to write in more detail tomorrow, but basically, I'm at a point that I am hungering to hunger for God. Like, I want to want Him--I desire to desire Him...I'm just not where I want to be yet. I'm not satisfied where I am, casual relationship with a Word from Him here and there. I don't want to feel SO undeserving of His blessings...kinda like when you're only so-so friends with someone and you ask them to do a favor and they're doing it for you but you feel kinda crappy because you don't want to just be their friend for what they can do for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Yeah, I'll write more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-5223619075627589465?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5223619075627589465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=5223619075627589465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5223619075627589465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5223619075627589465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/04/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-7846280726186160790</id><published>2008-04-02T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:56:11.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Has God calmed your fear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Wednesday April 02&lt;br /&gt;This week's promise: God cares for the persecuted&lt;br /&gt;Has God calmed you fear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my distress I prayed to the Lord and the Lord answered me and rescued me. The Lord is for me, so I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me? Yes, the Lord is for me; he will help me.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Psalm 118:5-7 NLT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;Prayer offers us a way out of our fear. &lt;em&gt;It is all a matter of calling upon Jesus' name. Only in His name is there help. &lt;/em&gt;The more we call upon His name, the more we will experience this truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mother Basilea Schlink (1904-2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;The Lord is for me&lt;br /&gt;Today's verses tell us that the psalmist was in a frightening situation. But in his distress, he cried out to God in prayer. Because of God's presence and strength in response to his plea, the psalmist could look in triumph at those who hated and attacked him. &lt;em&gt;For every difficulty and trial, God has prepared a way.&lt;/em&gt; His eyes are on those who trust in him in their distress, and his ears are attentive to their cries. You can know and rest assured that just as God was for David, he is for you! And because the all-powerful Lord who is on your side is your shield and defender, &lt;em&gt;you do not have to be afraid&lt;/em&gt;. The Lord is greater than any problem, greater than any fear, greater than any person opposing you. &lt;em&gt;Thank him for his help in past situations when there seemed to be no way out, and trust him and thank him for being "for you" today&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;LORD, thank you for answering me and helping me in my distress. Thank you for being for me! That truth is amazing to me and assures me of your concern for me. &lt;em&gt;Help me to resolve not to be afraid because the Lord of the universe is on my side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adapted from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tracking.waterfrontmedia.com/nlsclick/t.aspx?k=4&amp;amp;d=2008/04/02&amp;amp;e=malachismama@bellsouth.net&amp;amp;utp=tg=F;ta=18;&amp;amp;rd=http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/redirect?path=ASIN/0842361782~amp~link_code=as2~amp~camp=1789~amp~tag=agoramedia-20~amp~creative=9325" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt;The One Year® Book of Praying through the Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#999900;"&gt; by Cheri Fuller, Tyndale House Publishers (2003), entry for May 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;That was in my email today. How much it resounds with me and my "situation." The Lord is for me--who EVER can be against me? I mean, sure the devil can try, but when God determines to do something, when He makes a promise, no power of hell can put a stop to it. Psalm 138:8 says, "The Lord will work out His plans for my life--for your faithful love endures forever. Don't abandon me, for you made me." I love that verse...it covers SO many things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;For one, "the plans of the Lord stand firm forever" (Psalm 33:11). He knows the beginning from the end--in fact, He IS the beginning and the end (the Alpha and the Omega). He has numbered our days and has recorded every one, before we were ever born. Why? Because He loves us. His love is the basis for ALL things that the Lord does. His creation, His beauty, His blessings, His plan for salvation through Jesus Christ, and even His justice--all are based on His great, enduring love for us. Just as Paul writes, "And now these three remain--faith, hope, and love--but the greatest of these is love." He also refers to love as "the most excellent way." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;Why do you think the Word of God places so much emphasis on love as THE most important concept in our Christian lives, above spiritual gifts, above giving, and even above faith and hope? Because our God IS love. Love exists because God exists. Love is God's essential character--thus, all that He does and is stems from that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;I empathize completely with the psalmist's cry--"Don't abandon me, for you made me!" Isaiah 43:7 says, "Bring all who claim me as their God, for &lt;em&gt;I have made them for my glory&lt;/em&gt;. It was I who created them." I find myself thinking, Lord, how do you get glory from this? Don't abandon me--you made me and you did it for Your own glory! Show Yourself God, please! Kind of like Moses--for the glory of YOUR name, Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-7846280726186160790?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7846280726186160790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=7846280726186160790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/7846280726186160790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/7846280726186160790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/04/has-god-calmed-your-fear.html' title='Has God calmed your fear?'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-8230016570039383911</id><published>2008-04-01T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:59:43.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In prison--Joy in the morning!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Are you in prison? You are probably not literally behind bars, but your circumstances may make you feel as if you are. Don't despair; it will not last. It is ordained by God and is designed either for your current witness or future usefulness. He is refining you and molding you into His image, the exact likeness of His crucified Son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Adapted from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tracking.waterfrontmedia.com/nlsclick/t.aspx?k=4&amp;amp;d=2008/04/01&amp;amp;e=malachismama@bellsouth.net&amp;amp;utp=tg=F;ta=18;&amp;amp;rd=http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/redirect?path=ASIN/1414300565~amp~link_code=as2~amp~camp=1789~amp~tag=agoramedia-20~amp~creative=9325" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;The One Year® Walk with God Devotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt; by Chris Tiegreen, Tyndale House Publishers (2004), entry for April 22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Circumstances. I've heard it said that Happiness is due to circumstances, joy comes from within. However, in Psalm 30:5 (which is the verse the Lord spoke to me Friday), the psalmist says, "For his anger lasts only a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime; weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning." Joy comes in the morning...wouldn't that mean that joy is also, in a way, circumstantial? I mean, joy and mourning are dependent upon whether it is night or day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;That's actually an encouraging thought to me--because I have felt, many times, that i should have joy in the midst of my circumstances, and when I am still sad, I start feeling like I am not a good enough Christian, that maybe I don't love the Lord as much as I thought I did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;But, no, that is not it at all. Weeping lasts through the night, and yet, through God's favor, joy will come in the morning. The JOY in the midst of your circumstance is found in the FAITH that morning will come, joy will truly come, that night cannot and will not last forever. Joy is found in God's favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-8230016570039383911?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/8230016570039383911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=8230016570039383911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/8230016570039383911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/8230016570039383911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-prison-joy-in-morning.html' title='In prison--Joy in the morning!'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-2862702205061181948</id><published>2008-03-29T08:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T09:18:43.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The righteousness of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"When we display our righteous deeds, they are nothing but filthy rags."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Isaiah 64:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;“God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that &lt;em&gt;in him we might become the righteousness of God&lt;/em&gt;.”- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="2 Corinthians 5:21" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?version=31&amp;amp;search=2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;2 Corinthians 5:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;See, the key difference is this: OUR righteousness and HIS righteousness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Our righteousness, every good thing we do in and of ourselves, is nothing but filth, because it is apart from Christ. But "in him," in Christ Jesus, when we abide in him, not only do we possess HIS righteousness, we BECOME the righteousness of God. So, I think Jesus's death and resurrection, the forgiveness of sins and justification, goes maybe a step further. So that "we might become the righteousness of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;just another way that we are to become like God, conformed to not only His will, but His image, His heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-2862702205061181948?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2862702205061181948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=2862702205061181948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/2862702205061181948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/2862702205061181948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/03/righteousness-of-god.html' title='The righteousness of God'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-8535269643285685819</id><published>2008-03-29T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:01:45.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Word to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;So, Friday, Kacy got to work @ 3 and I was still there...she came with me over to the server station to refill the sugar caddies and I had my Bible out on the counter and she grabbed and said that she had happened upon a verse earlier yesterday that she thought of for me--Psalm 30:5--"For his anger lasts only a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime; weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;But then get this, Aaron and I were texting later that night, and he said, "Just keep on going. weeping last through the night, but joy comes with the morning." And I'm going, okay, God, you are obviously speaking to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;As I was laying in bed falling asleep, I was praying, and i remembered what Macey said--"In order to get the right answers, you have to ask the right questions." And I was like, "OK, what do I want to know? Because I can ask God..." SO I asked Him, "You are obviously speaking to me, God, so my question is this--when is morning?" And his answer--7 weeks. I don't know for sure what all the means, but I am SO leaning on His Words in faith, complete trust that He's spoken and He hears my every prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-8535269643285685819?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/8535269643285685819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=8535269643285685819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/8535269643285685819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/8535269643285685819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/03/gods-word-to-me-yesterday.html' title='God&apos;s Word to me'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-6504903122976676347</id><published>2008-03-28T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T22:23:09.507-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The camera on my wish list (and more)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;So, I just wasted 40 minutes of my life on Flickr looking at photos from random people. The good news is that i figured out what camera I want--the bad news is that is costs over 1000. It's the Canon EOS 5D...I would love to buy it before Fannie's wedding in September and be able to try my hand at some wedding photography. Man, that would be pretty darn cool--I'd LOVE it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Now, where might that money come from? Oh, it would be even better if I could have it before I go to Mexico in July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Speaking of which, oh yeah, by the way, I'm going to Mexico with Mike and Vikki and Love the Children Ministries again this summer, the last week of July. YAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Lord, I want to thank you for my many blessings. You've spoken to me in so many ways and given me so many things, more than I could've dreamed, and hey, you're still actively guiding my life--THANK YOU JESUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I was listening to Christ for the Nations and "When I Speak Your Name" still draws tears whenever I hear. Just acknowledging and singing about the fact that the name of our Lord and Savior is SO powerful--"When i speak your name, mountains move, chains are loosed"...I find myself shouting in my car, "In the name of Jesus Christ, mountain be moved. Oh please Jesus, move the mountain, loose the chains, only you are able, only through You are all things possible, only through Your name, and for the sake of Your name, is there such awesome power!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Kacy's birthday is Monday, and we're probably going to eat Sunday afternoon. I bought her a really pretty black glass frame and I'm going to put this picture in it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182997116682015666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/R-20aru0k7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Riv4OZDbq-w/s400/ckvday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I'm pretty tired now. I don't quite know what it is God wants me to be doing with my life, but I know that He's leading me, guiding me, planning something. I'll just follow and trust him--of course, I may not do it very well all the time, but I'm always learning and always learning to lean on Him and rest in His arms, and most of all to TRUST His promises, TRUST His ways, TRUST His love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-6504903122976676347?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/6504903122976676347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=6504903122976676347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/6504903122976676347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/6504903122976676347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/03/camera-on-my-wish-list-and-more.html' title='The camera on my wish list (and more)'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/R-20aru0k7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Riv4OZDbq-w/s72-c/ckvday1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-6506321760676528471</id><published>2008-03-28T19:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T19:27:25.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Rennaissance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;So, I'm thinking maybe leaving Rennaissance is what God wants me to do. Beside the fact that my parents and Kacy support the idea, they ("they" being Rennaissance management) want to require me to take a "TIPS" class Wednesday from 8-330 or something that is mandatory and I simply can't make it, so...thank you God, for the undeniable direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;I mean, it's giving up alot of benefits, alot of extra income every month--but, you know, anything to follow where God wants me. Anything to be in His will, anything to be obedient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;I just hope and pray for undeniable direction in that other part of my life. Suffice it to say, my heart hurts. I cried myself to sleep last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;All I know to say is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;Praise the Lord for all that He has done and is doing. I know He is at work--He loves me and us and I know He will provide. He will provide the finances I will not have leaving this job and He will provide the other in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;He is Jehovah Jirah, my provider. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;Speaking of which, hopefully that will be my topic of discussion when I teach at Lakewood next, next Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;Write about that later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-6506321760676528471?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/6506321760676528471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=6506321760676528471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/6506321760676528471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/6506321760676528471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/03/leaving-rennaissance.html' title='Leaving Rennaissance'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-5149515489465460963</id><published>2008-03-27T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T09:22:51.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To love and be loved...and BE LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;The only thing that counts is faith living it out in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;The only thing that counts is faith living it out in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;And love covers over a multitude of sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;And love makes up for oh so many things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;The only thing that counts is faith living it out in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;The only thing that counts is faith, let's live it out in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;Christ is the fire that keeps this love alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;We will shine brighter when He is our delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;The only thing that counts is faith living it out in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;The only thing that counts is faith, let's live it out in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;Love covers over oh so many sins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;Let's live it out, let's give it all to Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;He is the fire, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;He'll keep this love alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;We'll shine so bright'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;Cause He is our delight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;The Only Thing That Counts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;Christine Dente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've thought to myself, "What is the point of life?," as I'm sure we all have. And the only thing that makes sense to me is this: The thing that really counts is first of all, walking in God's will, and what makes life worthwhile is to love and be loved in return. I Corinthians 13, in Chelsea paraphrase, says "Nothing counts if you don't have love, LOVE is what it's all about" (it being life, our existence). That, I'm sure, is because God is love. His love for us is the reason for his plan of salvation, the reason for his creation of mankind in the first place--all that He is and all that He does is due to love. Even His punishment is out of love--Hebrews 12:6 says, "For the Lord disciplines those he loves, and he punishes each one he accepts as his child.” So, everything that he does and that He allows is to grow us and shape us more and more into His image, into who He is so that we can melt into His heart's shape. So, not only to love and be loved in this love, but really we are continually being shaped to BE LOVE, just as our Father IS LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-5149515489465460963?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5149515489465460963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=5149515489465460963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5149515489465460963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5149515489465460963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-love-and-be-lovedand-be-love.html' title='To love and be loved...and BE LOVE'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-2044008163201375003</id><published>2008-03-26T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:39:22.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Read this article</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"The cross is the place where the outrage of man’s sin collides with the magnificent holiness of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Benji Nolot-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://luke18project.com/Publisher/Article.aspx?id=1000029201"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;THE GOD WHO DELIGHTS IN SHOWING MERCY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-2044008163201375003?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2044008163201375003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=2044008163201375003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/2044008163201375003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/2044008163201375003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/03/read-this-article.html' title='Read this article'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-3574563332787250294</id><published>2008-03-26T09:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:54:18.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not to us, but to Your name be the glory!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Not to us, Lord, not to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;but to your name be the glory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;because of your love and faithfulness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;~Psalm 115:1~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Aaron told me to read Psalm 116 today, and I happened upon the above verse, which I think I needed to read. Well, I don't think--I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;We all want to feel needed, necessary to the Kingdom, to our church. But there exists a fine line between wanting to walk in God's will, wanting to BE all that He has designed us to be, to carry out his purposes and wanting to be recognized. I guess that's something that we all face, in some form, shape, or fashion. To be recognized as "in charge" in the church, someone to look to. But really, who's glory do we (or should we) do all things for? It is for the name of Jesus Christ, for the name and glory of Jehovah God, our Father, the I AM. And if it is for His name, shouldn't we care ONLY what his thoughts of us are? Shouldn't our only concern be whether HE is proud of us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;If we could only (when I say "we," I really mean "I") focus solely on Him, realizing that no earthly possession, no earthly PRIDE, fanfare, admiration, or praise could ever compare to the words of our Heavenly Father--"Well, done, my good and faithful servant, my child whom I love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-3574563332787250294?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/3574563332787250294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=3574563332787250294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/3574563332787250294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/3574563332787250294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-to-us-but-to-your-name-be-glory.html' title='Not to us, but to Your name be the glory!'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-6776417831906132254</id><published>2008-03-26T09:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:39:53.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;"So, when I see you, my heart goes out to you. And when that mixes with the attraction, it can throw a brother for a whirl."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-6776417831906132254?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/6776417831906132254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=6776417831906132254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/6776417831906132254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/6776417831906132254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/03/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-8042201678419576677</id><published>2008-03-25T12:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:21:18.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pastor Joey asked me to speak April 9th (Wednesday), filling in for him. He is doing a series on the names of God, so he's going to bring the material to church Sunday for me to look at and pick which one I want to teach on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thank you for the oppurtunity to teach, Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Found a song today that I would really like to do at Axxess, or at least have Ryan do anyway--Shout of the King by Hillsong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-8042201678419576677?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/8042201678419576677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=8042201678419576677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/8042201678419576677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/8042201678419576677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/03/april-9.html' title='April 9'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-4337498581744558263</id><published>2008-02-27T11:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:08:14.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace only</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The more and more I think about it, the more and more it occurs to me about God’s grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I certainly don’t deserve this—to have all my MANY prayers answered. For God to work so spectacularly in my life, in my heart and his. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;But He did. And He is. And I thank Jesus for the way into God’s presence and into forgiveness and for “every spiritual blessing” (Ephesians 1).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-4337498581744558263?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4337498581744558263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=4337498581744558263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/4337498581744558263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/4337498581744558263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/02/grace-only.html' title='Grace only'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-1203611451882504088</id><published>2008-01-30T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T14:52:13.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;About to start studying Peter--especially the issue about faith. Going to get Tom Benz' message from October and listen to that and really start studying it. I'm pretty excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh, excitement! I'm joining Planet Fitness, that new gym today, so I'll be lean and mean and fit and trim and ALL that jazz =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I really need to remember to give LIFE updates here...write more later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-1203611451882504088?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/1203611451882504088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=1203611451882504088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/1203611451882504088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/1203611451882504088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-much-time.html' title='Not much time'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-4570759702464695828</id><published>2008-01-17T07:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T07:54:39.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rennaissance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Went to see Paul (Lewis-my boss from Cornerstone) yesterday at the Rennaissance. I guess I basically have the job, but since it's a big company, there are policies and procedures for everything, so I had to go through a short interview (after waiting for an hour), and today his assistant, Jennifer, is supposed to be calling and I'll probably have to go there after work for uniform fitting which are today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uniform fitting--that speaks much higher class than I've ever working in the restaurant industry, so I'm pretty excited. I love working here with Dr. Cornwell, and I am SO blessed to have this positition and in this location and even to have the awesome co-workers that I love like family. I just really want to get a start on financial stability...to save money to build a house for Malachi and me and also to be able to give more into ministry and missions, and even to be able to have a fund saved up to go on missions trips myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;oops. which reminds me that i need to go get my passport SOON...did you know that there's now a new law that you have to have a passport to travel to Mexico and Canada, too? Not that I'm very concerned about Canada, but I'm going back to Mexico this summer, God-willing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yeah, speaking of God's will, there are other things close to my heart that I believe sincerely are in God's will, but I am earnestly seeking Him on it. When I find something out, or rather, when it finally happens and falls into place, it will definitely be written about in full detail--to the GLORY OF GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-4570759702464695828?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4570759702464695828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=4570759702464695828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/4570759702464695828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/4570759702464695828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/01/rennaissance.html' title='Rennaissance'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-1877158308180726872</id><published>2008-01-07T13:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T08:54:54.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His plans stand firm</title><content type='html'>So, Kacy and I were talking last night about God's plans and she said, well, God can change His plans though, like in Exodus when He got so fed up with the Israelites that he threatened to kill them all and Moses intervened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which got me thinking on this question: Does God change His mind? Does He change His plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the answer is No, absolutely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not man that he should lie. He ALWAYS keeps His promises. Before we were born, he had already written out our entire lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation with Moses, I think, was that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(March 29, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;Because God is all and knows all--past, present, and future--he knew the man of faith that Moses was, he knew that Moses also had a relationship with him and that he would actively question God's promise, reminding him that His name was at sake, and whether the people of Israel deserved it, God had made a promise and for the glory of God's name, He would lead them into the promised land.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the Israelites weren't let off the hook completely, but at the same time, they did enter the promised land, just as the Lord promised (hence the "promised" in "promised land")...&lt;br /&gt;Because "the Lord’s plans stand firm forever; his intentions can never be shaken." -Psalm 33:11-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-1877158308180726872?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/1877158308180726872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=1877158308180726872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/1877158308180726872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/1877158308180726872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/01/his-plans-stand-firm.html' title='His plans stand firm'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-3244822962555590945</id><published>2008-01-03T07:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T08:47:27.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Macey got her first patient request yesterday--I'm so PROUD of her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-3244822962555590945?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/3244822962555590945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=3244822962555590945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/3244822962555590945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/3244822962555590945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/01/macey-got-her-first-patient-request.html' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-2444078957316514206</id><published>2008-01-02T09:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T09:52:18.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions (Part I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Of course, I have to be all cliche' and impose New Year's Resolutions upon myself, so...here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;#1 I say this every year, but this year I will actually read through my Bible. The NLT One Year Bible has a good reading plan and i have it on my google homepage so i can read it online, and this morning i printed out January's reading chart, so that doubles my chances of actually following through. and it gives me a good reason to spend time in God's Word. I mean, alot of the time, I don't really know where to start reading, and i just randomly open which really cuts down on how much i read because i'll skim a few verses here and there but not really dig in and EAT and feed the hunger. With all that I went through last year, well, this year has got to be different. Which leads to goal #2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;#2 Trust God more. Unfortunately, there's really no way to define this one--no way to measure whether i accomplish it or not. But, I am pretty sure i will be much happier and joyful and like my life a good deal more if i really trust God, knowing that Psalm 138:8 is truth. "The Lord will work out His plans for my life--for your faithful love, O Lord, endures forever. Don't abandon me, for you made me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;#3 Teach Malachi his ABC's. I was going to do with "Be a better mom" but I don't need another immeasurable goal. I'll take baby steps, one little goal at a time with Malachi, and slowly but surely be a better mom by accomplishing little things like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;More to come...I'm so far from perfect, my list could go on FOREVER. So, I'll just pray and sift the wheat from the tares...=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-2444078957316514206?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2444078957316514206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=2444078957316514206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/2444078957316514206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/2444078957316514206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-resolutions-part-i.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions (Part I)'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-1818834127735960762</id><published>2007-11-14T09:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T08:45:30.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Shots at IHOP</title><content type='html'>Last night was great. Long, but great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so irresponsible. Yeah, I think I was irresponsible enough last night to last me the next 6 months. Back to maturity and responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan asked me to play bass last week for Axxess this week (you know, last night), so I worked from 7-4, then I had to go home and get me checkbook because I wrote my last check to CLay for my Venti Pumpkin Spice Frappaccino (see, I started out my day irresponsibly) so that I could write a check for the rest of November for Malachi's daycare, which is way more expensive now (it went from 20 to 65 a week), but I need to look at the blessings and not the problems, because 65 is way better than 95 a week, and God keeps on blessing me, even though I REALLY don't deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-1818834127735960762?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/1818834127735960762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=1818834127735960762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/1818834127735960762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/1818834127735960762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2007/11/sugar-shots-at-ihop_14.html' title='Sugar Shots at IHOP'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-7508435730141518759</id><published>2007-11-14T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T08:44:19.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Shots at IHOP</title><content type='html'>Last night was great. Long, but great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so irresponsible. Yeah, I think I was irresponsible enough last night to last me the next 6 months. Back to maturity and responsibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-7508435730141518759?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7508435730141518759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=7508435730141518759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/7508435730141518759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/7508435730141518759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2007/11/sugar-shots-at-ihop.html' title='Sugar Shots at IHOP'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-5468197032847756830</id><published>2007-09-08T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T07:43:29.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus' Authority (Mark 11:1-26)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In keeping with the idea that Jesus’ authority is the theme of Mark 11:1-26, the theological implications of these scriptures for everyone, believer and non-believer, are much the same. First of all, Jesus is Lord. He does possess authority--authority to speak a curse to a fig tree and the fig tree wither; authority to enter into the temple of the Lord, a sacred place, and clear the moneychangers out; authority to tell his disciples to enter a village and take someone’s colt, explaining simply that the Lord is in need of it; authority to be worshipped and granted a triumphant entry into the holy city of Jerusalem; and authority to promise his disciples that they can pray for anything and they will have it.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To the non-believer, the implications are fairly simple. To know Christ is to know not just a man, but a man who holds total and complete authority. The Jesus that they are told about is more than a man: he possesses the authority of God, thus leading them into the knowledge that Jesus is the Christ--he is God.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To we who are already in the faith, acknowledging that Jesus is Lord and making him Lord of our lives, these scriptures remind us of who Jesus is. It reminds us of one of many important parts of Jesus’ complex nature. When we read about Jesus in the gospels, we envision in our mind a man-walking, talking, teaching, breathing. When we study this section of the gospel, we see more clearly the authority of that man--a glimpse of the position and power from which he descended to earth. If we apply this realization of the authority that Jesus has to our lives, starting with our hearts, it becomes obvious to us how worthy he is of a triumphant entry into our hearts, how we must make our bodies which he has called his temple a place of prayer, how the authority of his Word holds power great enough to change our hearts and lives.     &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Essentially, in realizing Jesus’ authority, we may put him in his proper position of honor and glory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-5468197032847756830?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5468197032847756830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=5468197032847756830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5468197032847756830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/5468197032847756830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2007/09/jesus-authority-mark-111-26.html' title='Jesus&apos; Authority (Mark 11:1-26)'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-2457218179340608951</id><published>2007-09-05T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T07:40:17.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Made for the Glory of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So, it’s not a whole lot that I wanted to share, but as I was going through my Bible study it just jumped out at me (it’s pretty cool how God does that sometimes, isn’t it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So okay, the Nooma guy’s basic point was that we are the reference point for the lost and dying world around us to see God, right? So get this. Isaiah 43:7 says, “All who claim me as their God will come, for I have made them for my glory. It was I who created them.” The Bible study I am doing is by Beth Moore, and she brings up this great question—what does that mean? Define glory, God’s glory. And I start going through these Bible verses that she gives about His glory and you discover that in some ways, it’s really undefinable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Isaiah 6:3/Numbers 20:6/2 Chronicles 5:13-14/Psalm 19:1/Psalm 29:9/Isaiah 42:8&lt;br /&gt;John 1:14/John 2:11/Hebrews 1:3/2 Peter 1:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And after reading all of these and writing out how it seems to me that glory can be defined according to each verse, it seems that God’s glory is, as simply put as possible, His representation of himself. As Beth Moore puts it, “God’s glory is the way He makes Himself recognizable.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then we put two and two together and come up with this wonderful concept—that if God’s glory is the way He shows himself, the means by which He makes himself recognizable, and we are created FOR HIS GLORY, then that means that, essentially, He made us in order to show Himself IN us and THROUGH us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Which basically is the same thing that the video was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;And pretty darn cool if you ask me. Psalm 19:11 says that the Heavens display the glory of God, and Isaiah 6:3 says that the whole earth is filled with His glory, and I guess it just makes you feel pretty good that He made us for glory, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-2457218179340608951?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2457218179340608951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=2457218179340608951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/2457218179340608951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/2457218179340608951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2007/09/made-for-glory-of-god.html' title='Made for the Glory of God'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-8639618676279093131</id><published>2007-08-16T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:08:19.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Malachi and I had a BLAST yesterday when I got off of work yesterday. We played basketball and jumped on the trampoline and sat in chairs under the carport and talked (well, okay, he talked and I attempted to translate and understand)...we played on the playset and I pushed him on Tabi's old tricycle with a flat tire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-8639618676279093131?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/8639618676279093131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=8639618676279093131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/8639618676279093131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/8639618676279093131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2007/08/malachi-and-i-had-blast-yesterday-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226304088720380787.post-1368673804676761137</id><published>2007-08-15T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T11:09:18.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tucking Cars In and Growing Pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yeah, so my child is TOO cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Night before last, he asked for my three model Beetles and he was playing with them all over the place--they were driving on walls and down the hallway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now, Tabitha (my 9 y.o. sister) has this Barbie/American Girl doll bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was getting late and I heard Malachi over by the fireplace saying, "Night night, night night beep-beep"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wonder what he's talking about so I go look and he has tucked all three cars into the bed, along with a small teddy bear and a pocket-sized New Testament Bible. And I just want to eat him up he's so precious. See, he always sleeps with a bear...in fact, sometimes he goes to sleep with two bears. And before we go to bed, I try to read a story to him, usually out of his Bible storybook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And then he loves the movie Cars (he watches it at least once daily), and in the movie, Cars are people, and so, to him, putting Cars in bed and tucking them in with a teddy bear and Bible makes perfect sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099073923744734098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/RsOMt7RDG5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/0exab0HM7jk/s320/DSCF0478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099073936629636002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/RsOMurRDG6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/j-msBBnsHpo/s320/DSCF0480.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think it was the same night that he got growing pains for the first time. Well, we're pretty sure that's what they were. We get in bed late and went straight to sleep, and then I'm startled awake by Malachi screaming in pain and crying, "Mommie, mommie"...I asked him what was wrong and he said, "Huht (which is tranlated hurt), bo-bo (which is an ouchie, owie, boo boo, whatever everyone else called it when they were a kid)" and it took me the longest time to figure out what he was saying because he was crying so uncontrollably and flipping around all over the bed, and then he just kept crying "My weg (leg), my weg!" It was SO sad! I prayed over him and shortly afterward he quieted down and fell back to sleep. A couple of hours later, he wakes up crying again, except this time I think I'm gonnna be able to fix it, so I go get the electronic massager thing out of the hall closet. I plug it in and turn it on and he started screaming like a banshee, terrified blood curdling screaming and trying to get away from the thing...needless to say, that didn't get rid of the cramps because he wouldn't let me get close to him with it...he had but one thing to say about it--"scare me, scare me!" So, I prayed over him again, and again he quieted down and fell right to sleep. I remember murmuring a very grateful "Thank you, Jesus" as I dozed off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;30 minutes of sweet sleep went by and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;my 5:30 alarm goes off and I'm getting in the shower and ready for work and running on 4 hours of sleep, because I'm a Mama, and that's how I do. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226304088720380787-1368673804676761137?l=cpmacphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/1368673804676761137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226304088720380787&amp;postID=1368673804676761137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/1368673804676761137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226304088720380787/posts/default/1368673804676761137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cpmacphotography.blogspot.com/2007/08/tucking-cars-in-and-growing-pains.html' title='Tucking Cars In and Growing Pains'/><author><name>Chelsea Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/SA1sIoxgc_I/AAAAAAAAALI/8Yap_SlaUhc/S220/half.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_qGsOvJUJl_0/RsOMt7RDG5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/0exab0HM7jk/s72-c/DSCF0478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
