tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-237656072024-02-24T01:39:59.795-08:00Until All have HeardCassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.comBlogger292125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-27579173446138105432013-01-17T19:48:00.002-08:002013-04-24T09:07:47.692-07:00a birth story; my sweet wesleyi am the typical girl when it comes to babies; i "oo" and "coo" and "woo" and get all mushy and happy when i'm holding a baby, especially a newborn baby.<br />
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on May 6th when i found out i was pregnant, i couldn't have been more shocked or surprised, but once that wore off the joy and anticipation for what was to come was more than i knew what to do with. On august 16th when we found out "it's a boy" and we picked the name 'Wesley' i didn't think i could be more thrilled. On January 9th when i knew the contractions were "real" and not just a cruel trick to get my heart pumping, i couldn't imagine what the next 27 hours would be like; after years of reading birth stories online and watching "a baby story" on tlc it was finally my turn... <br />
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I went to bed at 10pm on Wednesday January 9th with mild contractions that had been coming off and on for a few hours, but i wasn't getting my hopes up, i was 2 days past my due date and had already gone through a couple bouts with false labor. almost as soon as i was in bed the contractions started coming at a very consistent rate. i kept glancing at the clock and thinking "man these feel quick...". after half an hour i got up and grabbed my phone off the charger and started using my "contraction timer" app. Dean came to bed at about 11:30 and my contractions were averaging every 6-7 minutes and lasting 45-65 seconds... and they felt completely different than any contractions i had previously experienced. I tried to relax and go to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come...only contractions that seemed to get more painful each time... after tossing and turning for another hour i got up and went in the nursery to sit on a yoga ball and try to let Dean sleep. 1am, 2am, 3am, 4am.... i climbed back in bed at 4:30am after hours of non-stop contractions and every imaginable position a yoga ball and rocking chair can offer... i contractions started becoming less frequent, but not less intense, every 7-10minutes but lasting 65-70 seconds. I got up to pee at 5:45am and could see the dawn trying to peek up out our bathroom window. I prayed for sleep. I got back in bed and the next thing i knew i was waking up to Dean's alarm and another contraction at 7:30am...i had slept! Not incredibly restful, but sleep it was! Dean asked if i was still having contractions and when i said "yes. right now!" He said he wouldn't be going to work and we both snuggled in and tried to sleep for another hour and a half. We staggered out of bed at 9 and tried not to be as tried as we felt. I had my 40 week Doctor appointment scheduled for 10:30 and figured we could wait until then to figure out if it was false labor or not... we packed up the car with the hospital bags and car seat just in case...<br />
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By the time we arrived at the clinic for my appointment my contractions were pretty inconsistent, but not any less painful. my (incredible, amazing, awesome) Dr checked me and i was 3cm and 80% effaced... she said it was safe to say (based on the night before) that i was in active labor!!! Woo-hoo! she called Labor & Delivery and they had no patients and said i could come over and get checked in! Dean and i made our way from the clinic to L&D with small talk and both secretly wondering what was ahead for us that day... baby time?! now? really?<br />
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We got checked in to our room and answered the nurses questions as she hooked me up to a fetal heart rate monitor and contraction monitor. Dean was a week overdue for a hair cut and since Dr Goodwin said it would be an hour before she could come check me and see how things were progressing i sent him off for a haircut and to grab a couple random things from home!<br />
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He came back with a nice haircut and my laptop... we needed to watch a video to get "in the mood" for what was ahead... <br />
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Now, i have always been and advocate for "natural child birth" and had recently watched the documentary "the Business of Being Born" and it only fueled my confidence in my body's ability to have a low- no intervention child birth experience. I wasn't afraid of the pain, i knew my body was created to have babies and i was fairly confident that i could push through and handle whatever was around the corner.<br />
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Dr Goodwin came to check on me and as irony would have it... i hadn't had a contraction in about an hour... so we decided to break my water and get things moving... my husband is a bit of a comedian and decided that was called "pregnancy soup"... sure enough the contractions started up again and we walked the halls and sat on a yoga ball while they progressed. Another hour went by and my dr came back to check me again... no change. 3cm 80%. we decided that starting a low dose IV of Pitocin wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, with my water broke i couldn't go home and didn't want to be at 3cm forever...<br />
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Everyone says that Pitocin contractions are more painful and intense than without it, but my contractions had been painful (on a scale of 1-10 i was at a 8) from the start on Wednesday night. Pitocin just made them more frequent... and then started hours and hours of contractions that were 1minute apart and lasting 60-70 seconds every time. walking helped, but the contractions had me nearly on the floor. the yoga ball was comfy, but my legs would nearly give out each time. the tub was the best and helped me relax, but i needed something more to hang on to and Dean felt too far away when i was in the water. the bed was my worst enemy. no matter what position i tried i was nearly screaming in pain if i was on the bed.<br />
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Dean was the <b>most incredible</b> coach. He constantly reminded me to breath slowly and not to get into panic breathing patterns. i had a hard time following those directions... not having a break in between contractions made it really hard for me to focus on anything, much less breathing slowly.<br />
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The hours came and went and i was thinking that i must be having some sort of progress.... 5pm finally rolled around and my Dr came to check me... 4cm 80%. i almost fell over. i couldn't believe i was only at a 4! The next hour was a bit of a blur, but at 5:30 when i was checked again i was at 5cm 90% and that felt like a major jump... however i was nearly in tears with every contraction... my back felt like someone was throwing bricks at it and my lower regions felt like a cat was clawing at me! my Dr asked what i wanted to do... at this point i had nothing for pain and "pushing" seemed like years away. I was still determined to go with out an epidural and felt like i would be "failing" at the perfect birth if i gave in. "Just a while longer". i was determined. another hour went by slowly, with each contraction making me want to scream. Dr Goodwin came back and checked me again and nothing had changed. I was on the verge of tears! Why was it taking FOREVER!?!? We determined that i needed to RELAX... and the tub had been the only way to make that happen, so the (awesome) nurse (Laura) started the water and i bared through a few more contractions. my Dr said "i'm going home to have dinner with my family and (nurse) laura will take good care of you and call me when things change...let's try 20 minutes in the bath and then go from there. make little goals." I got in the tub and the next contraction felt ten times more intense! and the next one. and the next one. each contraction was feeling insane and the pressure in my pelvis had me writhing in pain and nearly biting my husband! I made it 20 minutes in the bath and got out and ready to be checked at 7:30. 8cm 90%. praise the Lord! i was SO relieved to have made a jump and so tired from hours of intense contractions. I powered through a couple more contractions weighing out my strength to keep going with no pain meds or get an epidural and take a break. I decided that i didn't know how long it was going to take to get to where i could push and i didn't have any energy already, and thinking about pushing sounded like climbing a mountain after swimming across Gull Lake. The (amazing) nurse Laura reminded me how long it had been and that i didn't have to be a hero... and that she rarely saw women go as long and hard as i did without begging for an epi. That was enough for me. i asked for the epidural.<br />
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By 8pm the anesthesiologist came in and introduced himself and told me "only about 20 minutes and you will be getting some relief".... well, then we got started and he discovered the curvature in my back and i could tell by his voice that meant it was going to take a bit longer. The contractions kept coming every 60 seconds and getting the epidural meant sitting in the most uncomfortable position and baring each contraction while trying to sit still and not move. i tried to keep my cool, but there was definitely a few yelps and screams. because of my spine curvature and constant contractions the anesthesiologist had to try a couple spots with the needle and catheter. After an hour, 3 needle tries, one hitting a blood vessel, hitting a nerve twice and sending when felt like bolts of lightning through my right leg the catheter was in and i had my first trial dose of the epidural... sweet relief! I could have cried from joy! The pain was gone! I still could feel every contraction, but the cat-clawing, brick throwing pain was gone! i relaxed for just over an hour and took two, mini, fifteen minute naps. my sister Carissa and our dear friends Trevor & Anna were in the hall waiting by the time the epidural was in place, so they came in and we chatted for a while. At one point i looked over at Dean, who was sitting down on the couch for the first time all day and said "oh wow, it's kind of like you got an epidural too!" He hadn't sat down to relax in over 8 hours and had been such a strong support to me through every breath and contraction. It made my heart smile to see him relax! Trevor had brought some food, so they all ate "dinner" and we talked about nothing. <br />
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10:15pm Dr Goodwin came back to the hospital and came to check me and see how things were going! She reminded me that taking the epidural didn't mean i failed or had let anyone down. She is a huge advocate for "low intervention" births and told me i was a champ for lasting SO long! She said contractions of that intensity and frequency have the average patient lasting an hour or two... not 8.... that was encouraging. We sent the crew out to the hall so i could be checked and see where we were at. 10cm 100%. ready to push!!! hooray! We did a few practice pushes and scaled back the epidural drip so i could have more control and feel more of the contractions and when they peaked and fell away.<br />
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11:00pm I was feeling each contraction much more and was ready to meet
my son. the amazing Laura coached me and Dean stood by my side and the
pushing began. Laura was INCREDIBLE! She had a bunch of secrets up her
sleeve to help me with muscle control and pushing... i know that might
sound silly, but i'd never pushed out a baby and discovering muscles you
didn't know you had was kind of crazy! We tried a couple different
positions for pushing and just kept with each contraction. push for a 10
count, breath and push again. I was getting 3 pushes per contraction
and was hoping it helped. Dean kept checking the progress down below and
would give me updates on baby's head. He was pretty interested in the
whole process. At about 12:30 my Dr came in with full scrubs and glasses
on... i knew this meant she wasn't leaving and i must be close! Within a
couple contractions and pushes i knew he was crowning and felt the
infamous "ring of fire" that i'd heard so much about! Ouch! With each
push i thought for sure it was the last one and his head would be out,
but not so much, everyone just kept coaching me on my breathing and
telling me i was doing awesome. Dean looked at me and said, "babe, his
head is RIGHT THERE and it doesn't look very big, you can do this!" He
didn't know that was just the top of his head and there was a lot more
to come. push. push. push. I knew i had to be getting close... between
one set of contractions i put my head back to relax and could hear Dean
praying under his breath. I put my hand on my belly and said "common
baby, we can do this, common baby!" push. push. push. Laura was on my
left and Dean was on my right each helping hold my legs and coaching my
breathing. Finally Dr Goodwin looked up at me and said, "ok girl this is it, you've
got this." I knew she was right, but i was feeling so overwhelmed. Laura
must have sensed my fatigue and said "ok Cass, let's meet Wesley ok?
let's meet your son." That was all it took. With the next contraction i
pushed and felt the release of his head! I opened my eyes and saw this
little face staring up at me! He was sunny-side-up! No wonder my back
labor was so intense! Dr Goodwin wiped off his face and pulled the cord
from around his neck. I took a huge breath and let out a victory
cry/scream and with that my boy was born! 1:13am. <br />
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i didn't know if i should cry or laugh or what! My boy was here and my heart was SO full! 15 and a half hours after getting to the hospital for my appointment my sweet Wesley was here! i couldn't believe it. The hours of pain seemed like the blink of an eye and 2hours and 13 minutes of non-stop pushing felt like nothing. <br />
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When they put him on my chest i couldn't believe my eyes. i just looked at him and said "we did it! we're awesome!" He shook and cried and his tiny little lip quivered in this new, cold world. i told him that we lived in Minnesota and that it was cold for most of the year. :)<br />
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He was perfect.</div>
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Dean cut the cord and they took him to be checked over and weighed. I told Dean that i was fine and he should go watch... Wesley was crying and wailing on the warmer. Dean walked over and put his finger in Wesley's hand, "it's ok Wesley, i'm your dad!" with that Mr Wesley stopped crying and gripped his daddy's finger. <br />
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7lbs 6oz ~ 20inches long</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">his poor little head had been rubbing against my pelvic bone for 3 weeks and during delivery my pelvis didn't open too much so he had a bit of a cone head and some nasty scraps and bruises from the delivery.</td></tr>
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After an hour of stitching me up (2 lateral tears and an episiotomy) and putting me back together it was after 2am and we had visitors! </div>
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When it was all over i couldn't be more happy and proud. Going in thinking i would have a "low intervention" birth and coming out with pitocin, an epidural and an episiotomy definitely changed my perspective, but i couldn't be more thrilled and happy with my first birth experience. <br />
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We stayed at the hospital until Sunday January 13 and were pampered and taken care of my the MOST INCREDIBLE nursing staff!<br />
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<img alt="”BTLU”" height="”162″" src="”http://redeemingchildbirth.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/BTLU1.jpg”" style="cursor: move;" width="”162″" />Thank you everyone who prayed and came to visit, we feel so blessed to be surrounded by such amazing friends during this exciting time!!!<br />
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*** 4-24-13:: want to read more uplifting birth stories? i'm participating in a linkup at Redeeming Childbirth . com <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9Dhttp://redeemingchildbirth.com/blog/%E2%80%9D"><img alt="”BT”" height="”161″" src="”http://redeemingchildbirth.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/BT.jpg”" width="”161″" /></a> Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-15564418866546968902013-01-05T22:21:00.002-08:002013-01-05T22:21:52.472-08:001313. it's supposed to be an "unlucky" number. not really sure why or who started that silliness, but i do know this: 2013 is going to be my favorite year yet... or at least close to it.<br />
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13 ingredients to make sure 2013 is top notch:<br />
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- Wesley Dean Goossen, you are due to make your arrival any day now and i am eagerly anticipating all the things that come with being your mom. i can't wait. you already have a nickname and i don't think it's going anywhere fast...mr wes. i'm so curious about all the things you will bring into my heart and life that i haven't expected or imagined and i'm excited to share adventures with you as you grow and learn.<br />
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- take a risk or two; live in a place where faith beyond what you know makes each breath more wonderful and each step more free.<br />
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- love like i mean it. beyond what is safe. beyond what is comfortable. more than i've given, more than i've got. why hold back in love? to love relentlessly has got to be better than to never have loved and always wonder it's joy.<br />
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- restore. take something that is broken and make it new. better. not a better version of what it once was, completely re-done for something greater than it's originally thought purpose and goal.<br />
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- awaken hope. find the embers in the closed up places and hearts and start a fire that cannot be stopped.<br />
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- sing in front of people again. it's only been 7 years.<br />
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- don't let fear hold me back. it's not worth it. ever.<br />
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- be a wife to love. i married for love and am so glad i did. i married a man worth more than i know and more precious to me than any other person the least i could do is be a wife worth loving. serve his heart. look for secret ways to make him come alive. search out the desires in his heart. believe in his dreams. sit in the front row when he preaches. affirm what an incredible leader he is. be a wife that is no burden to love.<br />
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- be teachable. i don't know it all. i don't have it figured out. i want to always be learning more than i'm teaching in order that i won't come to a place where i think i have more to offer than people want to hear.<br />
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- be soft. not to touch, but in my continence; be approachable and kind.<br />
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- go to a different country. it's been too long. take in a culture and embrace a people.<br />
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- write a letter to a friend far away. on paper. in the mail. with a stamp.<br />
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- take in each moment with as much joy as a child on Christmas morning... eagerly anticipating what's under the wrapping, not worrying about if it was on the "wish list", but just thankful it was there waiting to be unwrapped.<br />
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cheers 2013. cheers to you. Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-54114266751846699552011-06-08T13:10:00.000-07:002011-06-08T13:28:39.791-07:00re-post wednesday<h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">recently it seems like my words do not fall together in the </span>rhythm<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"> they once knew. not only in my like of writing but even in my speech. it might be all in my head, but it's the truth. the desire to write is there, the words just seem to be falling flat. </span></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></h3><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >june 2010 was an interesting month for me, and now being a year away from it, i love it very dearly. i love what God did in me. i love the challenges i faced, as bizarre and unexpected as they were. i love all that has happened between then and now. i love that water under the bridge and time under a band-aid heals wounds. it's a marvelous thing to be able to look back; especially when your vision has been sharpened, your heart has been massaged into something softer and your perspective has gained some altitude.</span></span></h3><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >today has been that kind of a day. a looking back day. the last 6 months. the last 8 months and the last year and a half. perhaps it's because i have a unique ability to remember things in extreme detail and remember dates with an uncanny quickness or perhaps it's because because the summer of 2010 will not quickly be forgotten. whatever it is, i decided to venture into the blog roll from last summer to see what i saw then and how i see it now. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >the following post made me cry. it made my heart skip a beat. it made a funny "i remember that" smile cross my face. and then there was a sigh. a deep, long sigh... as if to say "thank you Lord that you never leave us where we are when we say Yes to you, but instead you pull us forward." </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >enjoy....</span></div><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></h3><div><span class="Apple-style-span">---------</span></div><h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; position: relative; font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span">un-worthy. truly thankful.</span></h3><div class="post-header" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; "><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-7135605767697711715" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; width: 688px; line-height: 1.4; font-size: 15px; position: relative; "><span class="Apple-style-span">this last week has been interesting. i have been overwhelmed by one thought:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; ">i am not worthy to receive this grace or love, yet i can't go on without it. </span><br /><br />through a series of rather unexpected events and crazy conversations i have had an intense week. the deepest part of my soul gave way and i feel my depth of understanding has deepened.<br /><br />have you ever com face to face with the ugly truth that you are not perfect? as much as i know this fact and have known this fundamental truth that no one is so, i sometimes get caught in the comparison game. i think that because i have not done "this" or "that" i have earned the right to stand taller.<br /><br />i sin.<br /><br />it's the plain truth.<br /><br />we all sin.<br /><br />however after years in the church and years of knowing my salvation i had somewhere along the way lost sight of the fact that i am (always) in <span style="font-style: italic; ">desperate need</span> of grace and forgiveness. i don't know if repentance became routine or if my sin somehow seemed smaller, but somewhere along the way i lost the depth of the cross.<br /><br />it seems impossible. it's the cross. it's the foundation of my salvation. it's the emblem of my faith. how could i have lost that? as crazy as it sounds the depth of the meaning of the cross got lost somewhere in my pursuit of the One who hung on it.<br /><br />this week something happened inside me. it felt like an odd combination of a swift kick in the rear and heart surgery.<br /><br />i have work to do! i have a calling and a purpose that is greater than i know or could imagine! i have work to do! what makes me worthy of the anointing i desire? what makes me able to GO and DO what God asks me to do?<br /><br />as much as i can't earn anointing or favor by doing good things or praying over X amount of students, i can control the contents of my character. the content of my character must be able to hold the weight of an anointing and the power of Christ in me.<br /><br />a while back i wrote a <a href="http://nondairyqueen31.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-happened-to-grace.html" style="text-decoration: none; ">this post</a> about grace. the grace of God has been something that i have been searching out, reading about, listening to messages about and talking about in a pretty huge way for about nine months. this week i experienced that grace in a way i can't remember experiencing any other time up until now.<br /><br />the grace of God is meant to compel us to righteous living not give us a reason to continue in sin. (Romans 6)<br /><br />that is something i have "known" in my head for a long time. i do my best to pursue righteous living. i strive to seek first the kingdom of God. i also try not to be a repeater of sin. i said it yesterday like this;<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; ">sin is a swamp. icky. stinky. gross. at any point i can be in that swamp by the choices i make. at the edge of that swamp is a meadow or righteous life. it's beautiful green grass blowing in the warm summer breeze. it smells like something sweet is about to happen there. if i am in the swamp the grace of God does not come from the meadow, stand at the edge of the swamp and shout at me to come get it. it does not come into the swamp for a moment so that i can taste it and then run back to the meadow as if it was teasing me. it does not stay in the meadow and ignore the swamp. the grace of God comes into the swamp and envelopes me right where i am at. and it stays with me. it does not like the swamp. it does not justify being in the swamp. it does not encourage me to come back to the swamp for a visit in the future. it compels me towards a righteous life. it compels me to come back to the meadow with it, not looking back at the swamp. grace, it encourages me to strain my neck and look at the golden sun setting in the far off horizon of the green meadow.</span><br /><br />this picture has been so vivid in my mind this week. i can't pin-point the moment it became as clear as it is now, but what i do know is at the recognition of this picture came a flood of tears. because in that swamp i can do nothing. in that swamp i cannot be good enough for grace to get me. i smell as bad as what i am sitting in and the sweet smelling grace of God comes to me. i can do nothing but welcome and receive it with open arms. the worst i could do is to stay in the swamp and invite grace to join me. the worst i can do is to justify how i got there and why i choose to stay. the worst i can do is deny the compelling life grace has to offer me away from the swamp.<br /><br />of this i am un-worthy. of this i am truly thankful.<br /><br />without the cross there is no real grace. without real grace there is no real life.<br /><br />i have work to do! i have an anointing and calling! i have the power of the Holy Spirit living inside of me ready to use me to change my generation! i cannot do these things and live the life i dream of sitting in a swamp. my character will be strengthened in the walk from the swamp to righteousness. my character will grow through the difficult situations i face. the content of my character will grow when i can stand in humility and say "i was in the swamp, but NOW i choose righteousness."<br /><br />my prayer is that i will never take for granted the work of the cross. my prayer is that i can walk in the anointing. i can embrace the calling. i can operate in the power. my prayer is that through grace righteousness would compel me again and again away from the swamp.</span></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-28549645032728474992011-05-14T17:50:00.000-07:002011-05-14T17:59:54.030-07:00it's a new word.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="messageBody">closer-ish. (noun) a describing word. closer in proximity. closer in countries. closer in time zones. the new distance that two people are physically from each other.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cassie is so happy that her sister is now closer-ish.</span><br /><br />This word and definition actually apply to both my sisters in this picture...<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmQEWP-XRML_fm59mAZNrq-SOmfDF5KqLqhdcaUrgXZZA0-0_Y1uLxG_Xk2GRBZcMBtm5ldw0LmC9bYlxJHEANYH6DOvjPc46om6B0gIyhJp77f0u-sWf9A93EdJYSZuqc9yKjEQ/s1600/9534_153842091409_502026409_3570063_337657_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmQEWP-XRML_fm59mAZNrq-SOmfDF5KqLqhdcaUrgXZZA0-0_Y1uLxG_Xk2GRBZcMBtm5ldw0LmC9bYlxJHEANYH6DOvjPc46om6B0gIyhJp77f0u-sWf9A93EdJYSZuqc9yKjEQ/s400/9534_153842091409_502026409_3570063_337657_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606739109727932274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">...however today i am especially thankful that my sister<br />Carissa </span><span style="font-size:100%;">(the one to the right of me) is closer-ish.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />She just arrived home from Argentina; it's been entirely too long since i have seen her!<br />Lindsey</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">(the one in the pink) </span><span style="font-size:100%;">is currently in Denver CO with YWAM...<br />which also makes her closer-ish to my current location.<br /><br />Minnesota.<br /><br />Yup, i'm still here.<br />Sometimes silent in the blogging world, but alive and well; shivering my way through the<br />Minnesota Spring and praying Summer comes soon.</span><br /></span></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-30834773560861845002011-03-07T09:17:00.000-08:002011-03-07T09:48:48.907-08:00minnesota when.i've been writing this post in my head for 2 months now, it's time to get it out there.<br /><br />you know you live in minnesota when...<br /><br />- you become an "old lady" within the first week of living here because you use a heating blanket and humidifier every night.<br /><br />- you go for a drive with your fiance and see 10,000 (literally) people standing on a frozen lake in a competition ice fishing tournament.<br /><br />- it's -36* on the said day of the ice fishing tournament.<br /><br />- across the highway from the said ice fishing tournament there is another frozen lake... with rows and rows of parked CARS/TRUCKS/BUSES & SUVS from the said 10,000 people who are fishing on the other lake.<br /><br />- one day it is 31* and while out for a drive you say to your fiance "it makes me so happy that it has <span style="font-style: italic;">warmed up</span> enough for the kids to play in the snow."<br /><br />- you get to work and can't find a parking spot close to the door because there are 100 snow mobiles in the parking lot. the drivers/riders are all inside having dinner.<br /><br />- snow mobile-ing is not just for sport in minnesota, it's also a means of "normal" transportation and NOT uncommon to see them at the grocery store, the tanning salon, Wal- Mart, Dairy Queen and parked along the street in front of people's houses.<br /><br />- by some miracle of Jesus the second week in February the weather warms up to 45*, this for "normal" minnesotians is the que for SHORTS, FLIP-FLOPS, T-SHIRTS and leaving the house without a fuzzy hat & scarf.<br /><br />- a week after the 45* weather it's a blizzard outside and you insist to your fiance that it's not that bad and you can make it the 18 mile drive home just fine. you promise to go slow and proceed to take off into the pitch black and snowinglikecrazy night. 48 minutes later you make it home. On the way you realize your fiance man was right and it was CRAZY to try and drive in weather like this! here's why;<br />A. the wind was whipping so hard you were certain you were going to take flight.<br />B. the snow was blowing in EVERY direction (Up, Down, Sideways to the Left and Right) making it nearly impossible to see more than 10 feet ahead of the car.<br />C. on the 9 miles of county highway between "town" and your road you see exactly 1 other car, no snow-plows, no snow-mobiles, no big trucks, nothing. (this is VERY rare for this hwy).<br />D. you realize multiple times that you can't tell where the side of the road is... on either side, and due to the fact that traffic is non existent you decided that driving down the middle of the road (or what you hope is the middle) is the safest bet.<br />E. Once you turn onto your road you realize NO ONE has driven on this road since the blizzard started 5 hours ago. Once again you decide the "middle" is your best bet.<br />F. the normal 2 minutes it takes to get from the hwy to your drive way takes nearly 15 minutes.<br /><br />- the ground under the hwy freezes to deep/hard/insanely that the road actually "buckles" causing a "speed bump" effect for 3 miles.<br /><br />- it's your dad's birthday (March 6th) and you realize you have never seen so much snow on the ground on this day in your life, and just when you think "that's insane!" it starts snowing. and doesn't stop for 12 hours.<br /><br />- contrary to popular belief Hockey is actually a sport and people play it, follow it, drive hours to see it and keep track of what teams are doing well. weird, i know.<br /><br />- also contrary to popular belief Hockey is something people start playing when they are 5-6years old, kind of like t-ball where i come from. They play the regular season, get on select teams, travel all over to play it and spend way too much money 0n gear.<br /><br />- tanning is a hobby. it's something to do when there is nothing else you want to leave your house to do. everyone tans. grandma's, grandpa's, chef's at high end restaurants, the verizon guy, the starbucks manager, the bass player in the band and the 13 year old girl (with her mom's consent of course). everyone is tan. always.<br /><br />other random facts about living in minnesota,<br />- it hasn't rained once in 3 months since i moved here.<br />- i NEVER leave the house without a coat, gloves, a scarf and sometimes a hat.<br />- i also never leave the house without starting my car at least 15 minutes before i have to leave.<br />- i sat in an indoor/outdoor hot-tub one night. My hair froze. i didn't even stick my head in the water and my hair froze.<br /><br />that's all for now, but i'm sure there are more. i'll write the Summer edition once i've lived past this LONG, LONG winter!Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-91400928430278930642011-03-03T23:32:00.000-08:002011-03-03T23:44:42.602-08:00love. life.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdgY6WOOxPEV_Oqwlct9VpSvYK8YFEJlm9lTS8DevUJlpVNUnZi65EEZdFo-VT0U_eM1YdYu-7CGlW3l9qhDLzZxJMNptdCS8MDFcYab2jKNG6B_HaDgtzOTXu2D4_C-OB3Doawg/s1600/CCD_7462.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 463px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdgY6WOOxPEV_Oqwlct9VpSvYK8YFEJlm9lTS8DevUJlpVNUnZi65EEZdFo-VT0U_eM1YdYu-7CGlW3l9qhDLzZxJMNptdCS8MDFcYab2jKNG6B_HaDgtzOTXu2D4_C-OB3Doawg/s400/CCD_7462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580125944596237794" border="0" /></a><br /><br />so this is love? i'm so blessed.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwIfbli7yLvxlhebEK2hNHYOJU21xx13ENABT6KZf3_jAE5sajC_xyffp__FZnJ4kNt7GBF_PU3yqwRCnw_AYBmHr_r2z2JJSGDaoWabWe6ZthYesRm_jWzfAEKTbkQ0RI06hC-A/s1600/CCD_7467.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 505px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwIfbli7yLvxlhebEK2hNHYOJU21xx13ENABT6KZf3_jAE5sajC_xyffp__FZnJ4kNt7GBF_PU3yqwRCnw_AYBmHr_r2z2JJSGDaoWabWe6ZthYesRm_jWzfAEKTbkQ0RI06hC-A/s400/CCD_7467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580125363947938002" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">it's been awhile since posting about my <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">fantastic</span></span> engagement.<br />life has had it's<span style="font-size:180%;"> ups</span> and also some <span style="font-style: italic;">downs</span>.<br />i find it hard to write when <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">i don't know</span></span> how to feel.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">not having consistent internet did not help either. </span><br />so <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">here i am</span></span> at 1:52am on a thursday night,<br />dusting off the blog and being determined to tell you all about the <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">exciting life</span></span> i live,<br />and the glorious things <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">God is</span></span> doing!<br /></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-28468820955819887972010-12-28T19:28:00.000-08:002010-12-28T19:29:44.333-08:00thank you?I'm ENGAGED and here's the story....<br /><br /><br /><em>Monday December 27, 2010<br /><br />The day started with sleeping in and yummy breakfast....<br /><br />Wait, back up a minute... Dean and i had been planning for weeks that Monday would be the day we went out on our "hot" date! For weeks I had been going back and forth in my head answering the looming question "when is he going to ask me?". By the time Monday arrived I had pretty much convinced myself that he did not have the ring and that he was not planning a Colorado proposal.<br /><br />We ate breakfast and headed out on our adventure; I was excited to experience Colorado Springs from his perspective and see all the sights that i had heard so much about. We started the day by stopping at a frozen lake and walked out on the ice to a gazebo...i was freaking out because it was 45* outside and we were walking on ice!!!! After i had freaked out and we had explored the park near the frozen lake we headed down the mountain. Next stop was a trip to the Focus on the Family head-quarters; I have been looking forward to visiting "Whit's End" for as long as i can remember and i was like a little kid anticipating Christmas. We mosied around Focus on the Family for a while and once my childhood dream seem fulfilled we headed out for lunch and the next stop.<br /><br />I have seen pictures of Garden of the Gods for many years and with my love and longing for Smith Rocks fresh in my head i was delighted to see all the sights and take a million pictures of the big red rock formations. Dean grew up visiting the Garden of the Gods all the time and shared so many memories with me :) We had so much fun! As we left the thought crossed my mind, "goodness we have been to a million beautiful places today... you would think..." I decided not to get my hopes up and enjoy my date with my man!<br /><br />As we continued to drive around my heart was so happy listening to my man tell so many stories about the city he grew up in! The sun was setting and the stars started popping out as we drove up a hill to the middle of the city. Dean had played pranks with friends at the park on the hill and i was cracking up listening to him relive his teenage days. Again the thought crossed my mind, "this is so beautiful..." Just as before i shook the thought out of my head and focused on my man!<br /><br />After star-gazing and admiring all the lights of Colorado Springs Dean said he wanted to take me one more place before dinner. After a bit of a drive we headed up into the mountains and into an incredible canyon filled with Christmas lights on display and elves taking donations to view the sights. As we parked the car i casually asked Dean if he thought i would need my camera he replied with "you might regret it if you don't bring it." i was CLUELESS to the hidden meaning of the statement! As we walked up the hill full of beautiful lights i was aw struck by the cliff face and magic of the season. We headed up an elevator to an observation deck overlooking 7 amazing waterfalls! Not only do i LOVE waterfalls, but i also LOVE Christmas lights, so the combination was incredible! I was taking pictures of everything i saw and was totally ooblivious to my increasingly nervous boyfriend! After we had frozen our noses sufficiently we walked into the gift shop to look at the cheesy overpriced things gift shops sell. I found a fake diamond the size of my fist and proceeded to joke around about it being my engagement ring. Dean took pictures of this silly girl being a dork with a fake diamond, totally oblivious to what was about to happen. When nothing else looked interesting enough to ponder, Dean insisted that we go back out and find someone to take some pictures of us with the waterfalls in the background. Amazingly, we found a real photographer who actually knew how to use my camera. He was more than happy to snap a few photos of us and when i switched some settings he asked if we wanted a few more and Dean replied "will you take a couple more?". Evidently that is man code for "i'm going to propose" because the guy figure out what was about to happen and happy took pictures of what unfolded next.... Dean stepped back into frame and instead of smiling at the camera he looked at me and said, "Girlfriend. Remember the day you asked me out? That was the day i realized i never wanted to live another day without you." With my mind whirling and my hands shaking Dean got down on one knee and asked the question every little girl dreams of hearing, "Will you marry me?" He proceeded to pull a ring from his pocket and slip it onto my freezing finger. I was in complete shock. It felt totally surreal and magical. I said a very quick and excited "yes!" and with that Dean stood up and planted a very romantic smooch on my quivering lips. I didn't know what to say or do, so i looked at him and said "Thank You?". We laughed and the 25 people standing around to witness our happiness proceeded into a resounding "Congratulations!". Our new photographer friend handed the camera back to me and with a congrats. He proceeded to tell Dean that he figured out what was up and was ready for it! :) After i put my camera away i realized it was dark and i couldn't see my ring... I grabbed Dean's hand and rushed for the elevator platform to i could check out the bling. Needless to say, i was IMPRESSED! The ring is EXACTLY what i wanted... stunning and shiny!<br /><br />The next two hours were spent in total bliss. We went out to dinner but were both so excited it was hard to eat! After dinner we called family and friends to tell the great news; WE'RE ENGAGED!<br />(pictures coming soon!) </em>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-60103153496199335712010-11-19T15:19:00.000-08:002010-11-19T18:51:54.754-08:00one more?<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"One more? One more Jesus Loves Me song?"<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />I've heard these 8 little words a lot recently. Seven's vocabulary is growing like crazy and i'm impressed with his thoughts and questions every day.<br /><br />I would like to say today was no different, but it was. You see, today is the day of "lasts". It's the last time i get to walk into a dark room in the morning and say "good morning bugga-boo! it's cassie!". It was the last time i get to take off his jammies and help pic out clothes. It was the last time we get to argue about what's for breakfast. It was the last time we get to dance around the kitchen to The Ping Pong song by <span style="font-size:100%;"><span id="eow-title" class="long-title" dir="ltr" title="Enrique Iglesias - Do You Know? (The Ping Pong Song)">Enrique Iglesias (not the best song ever, but SO FUN to dance to with a 2 year old!). It was the last time we got to go visit Great Grandma together. It was the last date to Looney Bean together. It was the last tickle fight on the fuzzy rug before nap time. It was the last snuggles in the rocking chair before nap time when he said those words... "One more? One more Jesus Loves Me song?"<br /><br />and then the tears came. and have not actually stopped in 30 minutes.<br /><br />You see today, i sneezed and for the first time Seven said "bess you! bess you! bess you!".<br /><br />We went to Safeway and chocolate chips were on sale i said "oh my goodness! this is GREAT", Seven said "oh my doodness, SO GREAT!"<br /><br />Someone told me today he is apart of my legacy. i drove away and cried.<br /><br />You see, today is the last day i get to spend with the little red-haired boy who has stolen my heart. We got home from town today and i took his little black car-seat out of my car. I removed the garage door opener from my visor. I changed a diaper and cleaned a room. I put his precious little shoes in their place and rocked him with a song.<br /><br />At my house I am in the midst of packing my bags, boxes, and tubs. Minnesota is waiting. My heart is torn in two. Hope, future and love beckons me forward. Safety, promises fulfilled and love hold me back.<br /><br />You see, i am so excited for what's ahead, but right now i just want one more "little baby kiss". I want one more Jesus Loves me song with my little man. I want to hear him call my name when he wakes up from his nap. just one more...<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiso9DyRlgWiYHuF7dS5__5i68-OeXL-ri8SgUMlBDHzZIxJLZlHfUdjNt-fyMDtE-jMOBOL2pN6dkWW0epP5SC0DT-NNcXoPpZeFzsos7kpkPr9bQrdeda4zXQN-Jq-i_QYpjOjg/s1600/IMG_20101119_115135.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiso9DyRlgWiYHuF7dS5__5i68-OeXL-ri8SgUMlBDHzZIxJLZlHfUdjNt-fyMDtE-jMOBOL2pN6dkWW0epP5SC0DT-NNcXoPpZeFzsos7kpkPr9bQrdeda4zXQN-Jq-i_QYpjOjg/s400/IMG_20101119_115135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541458993830035986" border="0" /></a><br />(last photo of us together.)<br /></div></div></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-18336036321107595322010-11-07T23:40:00.000-08:002010-11-07T23:42:47.350-08:00i take pictures...<div style="text-align: center;">plain and simple truth: i love him.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtG5AX1zvCs_t79Seg68kW0OVNUQwfTdQIJqtyLtf4_JJcunqb6Y2e3RnewHCBZpXl9R9NPC7YAPAAe8h0xvb9iUHskC0WwEMHfKfKjX5ZOzwQ-O0G8ns0jrvdwDi_Y7F9_9-kmw/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 664px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtG5AX1zvCs_t79Seg68kW0OVNUQwfTdQIJqtyLtf4_JJcunqb6Y2e3RnewHCBZpXl9R9NPC7YAPAAe8h0xvb9iUHskC0WwEMHfKfKjX5ZOzwQ-O0G8ns0jrvdwDi_Y7F9_9-kmw/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537080616498196322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://kekasmaiimages.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;">CLICK HERE </span></a><br />for more of my recent work!<br /></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-75891289439279017342010-10-24T09:38:00.000-07:002010-10-24T10:01:25.679-07:00your new favorite band.<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(yes, this is a shameless plug for my man's band!)<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Coming SOON to a city near YOU!</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCxYGn9K4KUvb_y_EGmZu7ymjxix0dvQvFWAbR4nr0NveejzY0B3EPPFbOcxnwI6MloaV3Mp8PRcqapcXMOCPnZ8FAmhsXl7YIUXpGfMqhmM3PnWe7mOkWSujZZk73YKtKYHLDwQ/s1600/4578_89860063666_57641343666_1988995_8293765_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 509px; height: 338px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCxYGn9K4KUvb_y_EGmZu7ymjxix0dvQvFWAbR4nr0NveejzY0B3EPPFbOcxnwI6MloaV3Mp8PRcqapcXMOCPnZ8FAmhsXl7YIUXpGfMqhmM3PnWe7mOkWSujZZk73YKtKYHLDwQ/s400/4578_89860063666_57641343666_1988995_8293765_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531653501353033938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"> SILVERLINE - US TOUR DATES<br /></span><div class="moduleBody"><ul class="eventsContainer eventsList moduleList"><li style="font-family: times new roman;" class="moduleItem event odd first"> <div class="entryDate"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month"> Oct</span> <span class="day"> 26 </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">El Paso, Texas</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/7457618/Red-Tour"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-</span>Open Gate Community Church</a></span></div> </li><li style="font-family: times new roman;" class="moduleItem event even"> <div class="entryDate"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month"> Oct</span> <span class="day"> 28 </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Albuquerque, New Mexico</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/7457724/Red-Tour"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-</span>El Rey Theatre</a></span></div> </li><li style="font-family: times new roman;" class="moduleItem event odd"> <div class="entryDate"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month"> Oct</span> <span class="day"> 29 </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Las Vegas, Nevada</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/7802358/Nothing-and-Everything-tour"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-</span>Valley Bible Fellowship</a></span></div> </li><li style="font-family: times new roman;" class="moduleItem event even"> <div class="entryDate"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month"> Oct</span> <span class="day"> 30 </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Phoenix, Arizona</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/7802381/Nothing-and-Everything-Tour"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-</span>Southwestern College</a></span></div> </li><li style="font-family: times new roman;" class="moduleItem event odd"> <div class="entryDate"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month"> Oct</span> <span class="day"> 31 </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Indio, California</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/7992513/Nothing-and-Everything-Tour"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-</span>Destiny Special Events Center</a></span></div> </li><li style="font-family: times new roman;" class="moduleItem event odd"> <div class="entryDate"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month"> Nov</span> <span class="day"> 4 </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Yorba Linda, California</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/7457757/Red-Tour"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-</span>Yorba Linda Friends Church</a></span></div> </li><li style="font-family: times new roman;" class="moduleItem event even"> <div class="entryDate"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month"> Nov</span> <span class="day"> 5 </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Redlands, California</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/7457782/Red-Tour"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-</span>Packing House</a></span></div> </li><li style="font-family: times new roman;" class="moduleItem event odd"> <div class="entryDate"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month"> Nov</span> <span class="day"> 6 </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Bakersfield, California </span><span style="text-decoration: underline;">-</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/7457812/Red-Tour">Valley Bible Fellowship</a></span></div> </li><li style="font-family: times new roman;" class="moduleItem event even"> <div class="entryDate"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month"> Nov</span> <span class="day"> 7</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Peteluma, California</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/7573560/Nothing-and-Everything-Tour"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-</span>Phoenix Theatre</a></span></div> </li><li style="font-family: times new roman;" class="moduleItem event odd"> <div class="entryDate"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month"> Nov</span> <span class="day"> 10</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Medford, Oregon</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/7573616/Nothing-and-Everything-Tour"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-</span>Main 1 Arts Center</a></span></div> </li><li style="font-family: times new roman;" class="moduleItem event even"> <div class="entryDate"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month"> Nov</span> <span class="day"> 11 </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Eugene, Oregon</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/7573682/Nothing-and-Everything-Tour"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-</span>McDonald Theatre</a></span></div></li><li style="font-family: times new roman;" class="moduleItem event odd"> <div class="entryDate"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month"> Nov</span> <span class="day"> 12</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Portland, Oregon</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/7573723/Nothing-and-Everything-Tour"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-</span>Rolling Hills Community Church</a></span></div> </li><li style="font-family: times new roman;" class="moduleItem event even"> <div class="entryDate"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month"> Nov</span> <span class="day"> 13</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Tacoma, Washington</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/7573771/Nothing-and-Everything-Tour"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-</span>Temple Theater</a></span></div> <div class="details"> </div> </li><li style="font-family: times new roman;" class="moduleItem event odd"> <div class="entryDate"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month"> Nov</span> <span class="day"> 15 </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Spokane, Washington</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/7573847/Nothing-and-Everything-Tour"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-</span>The Service Station</a></span></div> <div class="details"> </div> </li><li style="font-family: times new roman;" class="moduleItem event even"> <div class="entryDate"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month"> Nov</span> <span class="day"> 16 </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Tri Cities (Kennewick), Washington</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/7573928/Nothing-and-Everything-Tour"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-</span>Toyota Center</a></span></div> </li><li style="font-family: times new roman;" class="moduleItem event odd"> <div class="entryDate"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month"> Nov</span> <span class="day"> 18 </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Salt Lake City, Utah</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/7992557/Nothing-and-Everything-Tour"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-</span>Avalon Theater</a></span></div> </li><li style="font-family: times new roman;" class="moduleItem event even"> <div class="entryDate"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month"> Nov</span> <span class="day"> 19</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Denver, Colorado</span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/8028163/Nothing-and-Everything-Tour"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-</span>Marque Theatre</a></span></div> </li><li style="font-family: times new roman;" class="moduleItem event odd"> <div class="entryDate"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month"> Nov</span> <span class="day"> 2</span></span><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="day">7 </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Dallas, Texas </span> <a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/7457856/Red-Tour"><span style="font-size:100%;"> -</span></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/7457856/Red-Tour">The Door</a></span> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month"></span></span></div></li><li style="font-family: times new roman;" class="moduleItem event odd"><div class="entryDate"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="month">Dec</span> <span class="day"> 5</span></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" > Bourbonnais, Illinois </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://events.myspace.com/Event/8047473/Nothing-and-Everything-Tour"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> -</span>College Church of the Nazarene </a></span></div></li></ul> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Today's the day they're on their way!<br /> Go to <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">www.silverlinemusic.com</span></span> for more information ...<br />but mostly, <span style="font-weight: bold;">GO TO A SHOW!</span><br /><br /></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-24237484728589705012010-10-22T15:00:00.000-07:002010-10-22T15:00:00.199-07:00M is for Minnesota.<span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" >just in case you were wondering...<br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br />M is for Minnesota.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;" >Minnesota has 90,000 miles of shoreline, more than California, Florida and Hawaii combined. </span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;" >The Mall of America in Bloomington is the size of 78 football fields --- 9.5 million square feet. </span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;" >The stapler was invented in Spring Valley, Minnesota</span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />Rollerblades were the first commercially successful in-line Roller Skates. Minnesota students Scott and Brennan Olson invented them in 1980, when they were looking for a way to practice Hockey during the off-season. Their design was an ice hockey boot with 3 inline wheels instead of a blade.</span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;" >Minnesota Inventions: Masking and Scotch tape, Wheaties cereal, Bisquick, HMOs, the bundt pan, Aveda beauty products, and Green Giant vegetables</span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;" >Minnesota has one recreational boat per every six people, more than any other state. <br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;" >Minnesota's waters flow outward in three directions: north to Hudson Bay in Canada, east to the Atlantic Ocean, and south to the Gulf of Mexico. <br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;" >Author Laura Ingalls Wilder lived on Plum Creek near Walnut Grove. </span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;" >Minneapolis’ famed skyway system connecting 52 blocks (nearly five miles) of downtown makes it possible to live, eat, work and shop without going outside.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;" >The climate-controlled Metrodome is the only facility in the country to host a Super Bowl, a World Series and a NCAA Final Four Basketball Championship. <br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;" >The first practical water skis were invented in 1922 by Ralph W. Samuelson, who steam-bent 2 eight-foot-long pine boards into skies. He took his first ride behind a motorboat on a lake in Lake City. </span>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-85499340120945983332010-10-21T14:58:00.000-07:002010-10-21T15:41:02.825-07:00moving.it's been in the works for awhile, but today it became real.<br /><br />i'm moving. once again. this time not down the road and around the corner, i'm moving 1,607 miles. north east. Brainerd, Minnesota ready or not here i come!<br /><br />today i sent out invitations to my going away party, i reserved a u-haul trailer, and made a countdown for all the important things happening between now and then. (<span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">18 days(approx) until my first "niece" is born, 21 days until i see my man, 30 days until my man is in Bend, 33 days until i get to see my family, 35 days until Thanksgiving, 39 days until i move!<span style="font-size:100%;">)<br /><br />sometime i sit and say two words to God "Minnesota? Really?". Don't get me wrong, i am SO excited for all that is ahead and my heart is (beyond) peaceful that this is right where God is calling me and asking me to go, but never in a million years would i have guessed Minnesota would be my next landing spot! When i moved to Bend and fell in love with all it had to offer, i thought i had found a place i would call home for many, many years. I love my job(s), i love my church, i love the families who live here and have adopted me as their own, i love my friends, i love 180 and i love what God is doing here! There is only one thing missing... my man.<br /><br />Right now Dean is called to be apart of an awesome Band (www.silverlinemusic.com) and God has opened a million doors for me to walk through towards Minnesota, so as crazy as it seems, i am ready to go. However...<br /><br />i am not ready to be a Vikings fan... Go Seahawks!<br /><br />the "Twins" are my sisters not a baseball team... Mariners, i will always believe in you!<br /><br />Golden Gopher? are you serious? GO DUCKS!!!!!!!!<br /><br />St*rbucks is not a coffee shop... how many pounds of Looney Bean Espresso will fit in my u-haul?!<br /><br />Day trips to Lubbock Texas are fully acceptable and <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> insane.<br /><br />Don't make fun of me if you catch me recording video on my new camera... it will be like comfort food someday.<br /><br />i will always be from the Pacific Northwest and so proud of it.<br /><br /></span></span></span>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-10842334785666331412010-10-18T23:45:00.000-07:002010-10-19T00:11:34.544-07:00testing. 1,2,3.<div style="text-align: center;">i am falling in love with my new camera!<br />it's amazing and i am so blessed to have it!<br />i keep telling people it's like going from<br />driving a automatic "slug-bug" to driving a 12 speed semi-truck!<br />it has so many things my old camera didn't have and so many things<br />i still have to figure out, but i'm LOVING it!<br />here are some "test shots" from today...<br /><br />Seven and i testing out the self timer...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKh-mRKPjhRzONcnMg_oW5le4ZWS66xje2zHfIMjyPXzb8kHWojeFRNJw_f2gMeaJKOSAenNX700JfVOJCjw-quFoon4qIhDIEj6lF20CgTXnkakLtv_xoP6B5MXXYEQAlWM70oQ/s1600/CDD_0239.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 493px; height: 326px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKh-mRKPjhRzONcnMg_oW5le4ZWS66xje2zHfIMjyPXzb8kHWojeFRNJw_f2gMeaJKOSAenNX700JfVOJCjw-quFoon4qIhDIEj6lF20CgTXnkakLtv_xoP6B5MXXYEQAlWM70oQ/s400/CDD_0239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529648776526328258" border="0" /></a><br /><br />i'm so blessed to live in a gorgeous town...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMnSNNpASd8mU1e1l3dbJeEAn3ASZ7_MJOKo1Mi8xUvDC8q4BQ-7ze3fBacc0_LoqZocgA3Ow5IxqU9ezXTFYjIFPASyCjjZ_byQsmt4W-uABksmXAq6aTCt7RZPaBIxcrZIw_eg/s1600/CDD_0198.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 492px; height: 325px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMnSNNpASd8mU1e1l3dbJeEAn3ASZ7_MJOKo1Mi8xUvDC8q4BQ-7ze3fBacc0_LoqZocgA3Ow5IxqU9ezXTFYjIFPASyCjjZ_byQsmt4W-uABksmXAq6aTCt7RZPaBIxcrZIw_eg/s400/CDD_0198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529648307868394802" border="0" /></a><br /><br />fall. it's a beauty.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2m8gRd7q9vqq89azWP1-Z8y1PZ9oVdtyT0KvyrD_V2BMZ_4iHLa4cwZKRABeZcEvE4QJkKFHyzi-MCRO1srkf-Xw6QTHFbEIktTd_h73p38qz26R-Vrn_9GI_mrB2jSjFSggYkg/s1600/CDD_0222.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 446px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2m8gRd7q9vqq89azWP1-Z8y1PZ9oVdtyT0KvyrD_V2BMZ_4iHLa4cwZKRABeZcEvE4QJkKFHyzi-MCRO1srkf-Xw6QTHFbEIktTd_h73p38qz26R-Vrn_9GI_mrB2jSjFSggYkg/s400/CDD_0222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529649538158878562" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-47330303922613023682010-10-15T18:41:00.000-07:002010-10-15T18:46:55.193-07:00yum.yum |yəm| (also yum-yum) informal<br />-exclamation<br />used to express pleasure at eating, or at the prospect of eating, a particular food.<br />-adjective<br />(of food) delicious.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-i_8uipStLdpOOE79wuH98EEZq0J0SYv2UJNeOXzoi6-sxNbjdAbfi5-1eMsHQiO7swbvakBGU3K7rvcj8D_lKsLuFrukaXax2_2-3VtLpjQN4-x8W_7O0n1WSAosikhVQtkSKQ/s1600/IMG_20101015_173326_edit0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-i_8uipStLdpOOE79wuH98EEZq0J0SYv2UJNeOXzoi6-sxNbjdAbfi5-1eMsHQiO7swbvakBGU3K7rvcj8D_lKsLuFrukaXax2_2-3VtLpjQN4-x8W_7O0n1WSAosikhVQtkSKQ/s400/IMG_20101015_173326_edit0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528453032570411234" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">although this photo contains no food and i am not eating anything at the moment,<br />my sentiments are the same.<br /><br />delicious.<br /><br />i'm feeling totally blessed and excited to have this NEW camera at my finger tips and can't wait to see what kind of art we create together.<br /><br /></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-91851623520576380082010-10-13T12:00:00.001-07:002010-10-13T12:00:03.271-07:00not ashamed."For I am <span style="font-weight: bold;">not ashamed</span> of this Good News about Christ.<br />It is the <span style="font-weight: bold;">power</span> of God at work, saving everyone who believes<br />—the Jew first and also the Gentile."<br />Romans 1:16<br /><br />power. who doesn't like power? i for sure like it. i like the power to order my sandwich without olives or the power to pick my friends on Faceb**k. i would say that to some degree each individual likes power.<br /><br />ashamed. i am ashamed with few things; in fact, i can't think of anything off the top of my head that i am ashamed of.<br /><br />recently i have been pondering this verse in the context of those who have known the power and yet somehow find themselves ashamed of where it came from. i know a girl who once loved Jesus with the best of them. she loved the church and all it contained. she loved to worship with the best of 'em. she fell asleep to worship music and woke up to the Word. she preached. she prayed. she followed and proclaimed Christ. she, in my opinion was not ashamed.<br /><br />more recently i have noticed not just her, but other like her shy away from what they have known. i found her struggling to tell me that she had spent time in prayer; "i sat alone and had some soul-searching moments and (long pause) talked to God about my life."<br /><br />how can the power (among many things) that comes from Life in Christ not be enough to capture one's heart and attention?<br /><br />how could anyone whose life has collided with the power be ashamed of it?Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-31864578030078546122010-10-12T14:45:00.000-07:002010-10-12T15:23:58.807-07:00finding a voice and some tears.i'm finding my writing voice again. i mentioned in my last post that i was struggling to find the words to express all that is going on in my life at present. Today i woke up and realized there are words in my mouth, mind and heart that are ready to find their voice in the blogging world again. this of course made me really happy, but slightly overwhelmed. where on earth do i even start? so much to say, so many words.<br /><br />tears, they speak things that words cannot express, let's start there.<br /><br />when i was a little person i cried due to the physical need to eat, be held or because of pain.<br /><br />when i was 12 years old i cried a lot. thank you puberty and an incredible influx of hormones.<br /><br />since then i have cried many a tear. thank you boys, cramps, boys, hormones, emotions and boys.<br /><br />on July 1st i stepped into the Summer season with more gusto than i ever have had. there was a purpose for this season and i was determined not to miss it. for the next 90 days i did a lot of things; i prayed more, read more, sang more, danced more and worked more.<br /><br />i also cried more. i'm not sure if i found the tears or they found me but they showed up.<br /><br />my heart went through a transformation in the last 3 months. i like to say it was tenderized. yes, tenderized like meat. i have always been someone who feels everything deeply. i also am someone who wears my heart on my sleeve, yet when it comes to crying it took a LOT of BIG emotions all packed together to induce the tears to flow.<br /><br />this has been very different.<br /><br />someone tells me about the deep things God is doing in their heart? tears.<br />someone tells me about the joy of a boyfriend doing something incredibly mature and wonderful? tears.<br />the lights go out during the altar call for 8,000 people? tears.<br />meeting people whose hearts burst with life and incredible purpose? tears.<br />praying for 180 girls late at night? tears.<br />listening to pod-casted messages i've heard a million times? tears.<br />knowing a little life is growing inside my best friend? tears.<br />alone reading a book in the sun, when suddenly the Love of God is so real and invades my tanning self? tears.<br />little person randomly asking for "one more hug?". tears.<br /><br />my heart has been broken and put back together in a fresh and tender way and i am inclined to embrace it. Please do not be surprised if the next time we share a conversation my face crinkles up and my brow furrows. Do not be alarmed if there is a streak in my makeup or mascara seems misplaced, it's just the tears of a heart learning to feel deeper than the emotions of a heart break or the influx of hormones. i would like to say i now possess the incredible "talent" to cry pretty tears like Jenna Kay or Beth Fischer, but i'm still learning. bare with me while i find my voice and the tears find me.Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-88764984143598852482010-10-05T10:19:00.000-07:002010-10-05T10:21:45.820-07:00so much to say.I have so much to tell the bloggy-world, but i don't have a lot of words ... SO much has been going on in my life in the last couple weeks!!! God is doing AWESOME and AMAZING things! i am excited to see what this next season looks like!<br /><br />for now please enjoy this video from I Heart Central Oregon & Nick Vujicic<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pcNuktxE2-A?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pcNuktxE2-A?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-37508005582660651982010-09-20T11:48:00.000-07:002010-09-20T11:50:12.376-07:00draw me nearer.<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Draw Me Nearer</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">words and music by Meredith Andrews<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">For your nearness Lord I hunger </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">For your nearness Lord I wait </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hold me ever closer Father </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Such a love I can't escape </span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic;">For your nearness I am hoping </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">For your nearness Lord I long </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Have no need of any other </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I have found where I belong </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Yes, I have found where I belong </span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So draw me nearer Lord </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Never let me go </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Closer to your heart </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Draw me nearer Lord </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Draw me nearer Lord </span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In your nearness there is healing </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">What was broken now made whole </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Restoration in its fullness </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lasting hope for all who come </span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In your nearness I take shelter </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Where you are is where I'm home </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I have need of only one thing </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To be here before your throne </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To be here before you throne </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And keep me here, keep me here </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">There's nowhere else I rather be </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So keep me here, keep me here </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">There's nowhere else I rather be </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">There's nowhere else I rather be </span><br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So draw me nearer Lord </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Never let me go </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Closer to your heart </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Draw me nearer Lord </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Draw me nearer Lord </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Draw me nearer my Lord</span></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-63795410096316553102010-09-18T16:16:00.000-07:002010-09-18T16:38:52.678-07:00first comes love.i have a special like for engaged couples.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">especially when the "him" is my little brother.<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpmZCfaivP4xOSJTkLl9hJyODjYRTOKPNCNloD9IHJQe7_6DFK0eWItCmb7vQnTHYGUQfplMTb5YvKvLGez8eIWOvNrc0KjFQIftcEs3AnwRvs4LpfX3ig0aXJRNDAfJZU4pA4Cg/s1600/DSC_0012.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 442px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmS7BfN10eZjlgmMkQcPBTWCjkA2qn-XWJNcyitY1yrm1Me-ROgEgsvBmS_VoBc9qbgJke84EaFnW_EDNneHyuFgI9B5pZVYIpzDKbcF6s8Ypbpn6xWFamdK5w9wj6R-bzE4EPcQ/s400/DSC_0164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518400339782046066" border="0" /></a></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">congrats <span style="font-weight: bold;">Jeremiah & Ashleigh!</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i am STOKED to shoot your wedding in December!<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(jump on over to my <a href="http://kekasmaiimages.blogspot.com/">Kekasmai Images site</a> for more pics of these two}</span><br /></div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-32821537321330340382010-09-09T09:57:00.000-07:002010-09-09T16:53:39.899-07:00looking back {1 day}as i get ready to step into the next season of my life and accept that i am really an adult(25 makes it so real), not a small child trapped in a big person's body, i have been looking forward to what's ahead and looking back at what got me here. so today, here is a list.<br /><br />25 things that have brought me this far...<br /><br />- my BIRTH mom i would like to say Thanks and Your Welcome. Thanks for bringing me into this world, and your welcome (not that i really had much choice in the matter) that i wanted to come early and be real little in comparison to my big brother :)<br /><br />- growing up in an amazing family centered on Christ. "thankful" doesn't even come close to expressing how full my heart is when i think of how blessed i am to have grown up in the family i did.<br /><br />- being home educated. once again THANKS MOM! for making a choice to keep us at home, not because you wanted to shelter us from the world, but so that you and Papa could give us a godly/biblical worldview, so that we might be empowered to change the world for Christ! AND, who doesn't love having lunch with their siblings every day, taking "field trips" to the Zoo, taking a break to play outside because weather is nice and being able to study missionaries as a history assignment!?!?!<br /><br />- my brothers. you have all taught me so much! Gregg and Jeremiah. goodness, thinking about growing up with you 2 makes me laugh and want to cry! i'm so happy we got along and did the CRAZY things we did! Thanks for not letting me be a girly-girl. Thanks for teaching me how to play basketball, baseball, football and rollar-blade hockey! Thanks for including me in your laser tag games and capture the flag teams even when i was the only girl! Thanks for being friends with me in junior high and high school... you didn't have to. Thanks for making sure i knew what the mind of a guy is like and how to be a lady who wouldn't settle for a stupid boy.<br /><br />- my sisters. what in the world would i have done if i were the only girl?!?! 6 brothers and me. that would have been insane! I'm SOOOO glad God gave me 5 little sisters to love and hang out with! I love "sissy-time" more than most things! I love that we are close and can stay up all night talking! I am so thankful for all the fun times we had playing house, barbies, dolls and making up dances! i'm proud of each of you!<br /><br />- Billy Graham Crusade. Realizing my need for a savior and a life calling bigger than myself. <br /><br />- running. i started running when i was in 4th grade. the smell of spring reminds me of track season. i have SO MANY great memories from my time on the track.<br /><br />- BSF. Bible Study Fellowship was apart of my life for more years than not. My biblical knowledge and foundation has come from the weeks digging into the Word and learning what Hermeneutical studies are.<br /><br />- Moving to Whatcom County. Scary, but the best thing my parents ever did for us!<br /><br />- Haiti. My first look at world missions. i was 16 and had never been on a plane, much less experienced a 5th world country. My life will forever be changed by the stories i heard and the things i saw... for this i am thankful.<br /><br />- High School relationships. Navigating HS is hard stuff. Trying to figure out friends, boy friends and dating is rough...doing this with crazy emotions and lack of life experience?! oh my goodness! how ever did i survive? I'm thankful for what i learned, but never want to do that again!<br /><br />- Road Trip revelations. June 2004. North Dakota. Hosea 2. Mind blown.<br /><br />- YWAM. Discipleship Training School. I'm not sure it should be called a school, although you learn a lot of stuff and hear a lot of good teaching i think the real growth comes from the relationships and everyday experience of living in community. Also, the World shrinks once you enter the YWAM world, it's a weird phenomenon.<br /><br />- Africa. Oh Africa. I can't even describe what you did to my heart. Preaching to 600 middle school students and being reprimanded for assuming i could preach like i would in the states? Humbled much? Preaching at a Muslim school 2 weeks later and realizing that God does things so much better than you could have planned. Seeing tumors disappear because our God heals.<br /><br />- March 2005 - April 2007 Last years living at home with my amazing family. Wouldn't trade them for a college diploma if my life depended on it!<br /><br />- the Edge. My first "child". My first taste of church ministry and politics. You taught me more than i could have ever taught you. Releasing you to God was hard to do, but knowing i did what i was called to do gave me the courage to go on.<br /><br />- India. I thought i had you figured out but upon arrival i learned i didn't. not one bit. The sorrow in the eyes i saw will never leave my mind. The smells and sounds will be forever heard in my dreams. Until we meet again, you hold my heart.<br /><br />- Learning to pray. The biggest teacher for this was August 2005 and having my (at the time) 3 year old brother Elijah in the ICU at Children's hospital for 3 weeks.<br /><br />- Moving to Bend. Faith in it's most raw form. Although the process of getting here was insane and complicated, i could not have stayed living the life i was. Change, it moves things forward.<br /><br />-Falling off a cliff. Who knew that breaking your foot could be the biggest teacher of living a life of faith/risk?<br /><br />- Working at Red Robin. Challenging beyond imagination. Rewarding beyond what i thought possible. "A Smiling Burger 'wows' our guests every time..."<br /><br />- Learning to love people without selfish motivation. I'm no longer concerned with climbing the social ladder, all i want to do is love people well.<br /><br />- Living with Married people (Thanks Mike & Allie and Jesse & Tay). I have been asked a lot what it's like to live with married people... it's awesome! If you want a glimpse of what marriage might look like, live with married people, they are the real deal! I'm SO THANKFUL for the opportunity to have watched 2 awesome couples walk through life!!<br /><br />- Oneighty. I think i have been a student to this ministry as much as i have been a leader in it. I cannot imagine my life without you. Thanks for letting me cry, scream, spit, laugh and preach! My only hope is that you know my love for you and my desire to see you hit the mark that is the call of God on your life!<br /><br />- Being submitted to the call of God regardless of the cost. Anything he has asked me to do outside of my understanding or desire has been worth it. Walking in surrender is the thing that over and over again has defined my life and brought me this far.Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-20168494513899382372010-09-08T08:04:00.000-07:002010-09-08T10:49:50.532-07:00my whole house is great {2 days}please watch:<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qR3rK0kZFkg?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qR3rK0kZFkg?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />25 things i like (in no particular order):<br /><br />- i like my Papa and Mama<br />- i like my jobs<br />- i like my coffee<br />- i like my pajamas<br />- i like my brothers<br />- i like my sisters and future sister-in-laws<br />- i like my cameras<br />- i like my whole house, my whole house is great.<br />- i like my Seven<br />- i like my church<br />- i like my best friend<br />- i like my purple pillow<br />- i like my Beth Fischer<br />- i like my heroes<br />- i like my dance moves<br />- i like my 180<br />- i like my peanut butter creamy<br />- i like my man<br />- i like my music loud<br />- i like my toys with no noise<br />- i like my road trips<br />- i like my airplanes<br />- i like my hair<br />- i like my secrets<br />- i like my life, my whole life is greatCassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-26944292337049414452010-09-07T15:08:00.000-07:002010-09-07T15:12:40.430-07:00licking the bowl {3 days}<div style="text-align: center;">Seven was pretty stoked about this situation...<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9XPQL-ucO6m-swVtjV-9MvpYSNAuPzwra7tlRMdfneyYzAuN2eu1pYlr48VU_OlsOaK6xuFFM13XcatU8RA52hpSE0nBX2G0IBz3pWC5C9SqRqwy58jbxScoXRb7MAniyOPieHg/s1600/0903001325a.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9XPQL-ucO6m-swVtjV-9MvpYSNAuPzwra7tlRMdfneyYzAuN2eu1pYlr48VU_OlsOaK6xuFFM13XcatU8RA52hpSE0nBX2G0IBz3pWC5C9SqRqwy58jbxScoXRb7MAniyOPieHg/s400/0903001325a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514297580398991714" border="0" /></a>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-39269114611386458512010-09-05T19:37:00.000-07:002010-09-05T19:41:13.928-07:00i take pictures {5 days}<div style="text-align: center;">i love it when people are willing to do things that are a little out of the box for a great shot!<br />this is Willow, she is one of those people!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9vscshI1NbFrkvfqE0XihbPa2YZLP2X8Sa-TVy7XfGJ6HyAv6d9oBY0DqtZzMhLY8dRnP5RmeLWEma0sEM3gcGL4SSRxy3QL89O1ix0zO2ZOW3kJNZpRzDyVOIqSNkQ8yyrMI0w/s1600/DSC_0263.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9vscshI1NbFrkvfqE0XihbPa2YZLP2X8Sa-TVy7XfGJ6HyAv6d9oBY0DqtZzMhLY8dRnP5RmeLWEma0sEM3gcGL4SSRxy3QL89O1ix0zO2ZOW3kJNZpRzDyVOIqSNkQ8yyrMI0w/s400/DSC_0263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513624500247528258" border="0" /></a>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-36031624896360512292010-09-03T23:27:00.000-07:002010-09-03T23:56:32.092-07:00getting ready. {7 days}i am currently in "editing" mode. this means i am wearing my over-sized gray sweatpants, an old tshirt, ponytail and glasses. comfortable and creative.<br /><br />the last 5 weekends can be summed up in one word: weddings. 5 weddings!<br /><br />some of my favorite photos from a wedding day are of the bride getting ready, i feel honored to watch the transformation from (tired) "un-done" girl to stunning princess bride! i love the smiles when they look in the mirror as each step of the getting ready process unfolds... the smiles, the gasps and the giggles!<br /><br />also on my favorite photos list? the "first look" photos. the moment where the bride and groom see each other all decked out for the first time! It's usually been a few HOURS since the bride started getting ready and a few MINUTES for the groom! i've seen tears, i've seen sheepish smiles, i've seen blank expressions and jumping with delight!<br /><br />recently i have been pondering what it means for the Church to be the bride of Christ, a phrase i am not particularly fond of... it's a hard phrase to understand and fully "get", especially in a culture and world where a wedding is a commercial event, not a sacred covenant.<br /><br />as i sit for hours and edit wedding photos i have thought a lot about "getting ready"... we get ready for the day. we buy calendars so we can plan and get ready for the week, month or year. we take action to get ready for birthdays, parties, days at the beach, road trips and bed.<br /><br />girls need time to "get ready" for most things...especially after the age of 13... getting ready is more than putting clothes on and brushing out last night's bed head, getting ready is a process. we shower and shave. we brush, comb, back-comb and blow dry. we curl and pin. we apply makeup, lotion and perfume. we (most likely) try on a couple outfits before we settle on the one we are actually going to wear; not to mention the shoe options for each outfit.<br /><br />for a bride on her wedding day take that process and multiply it by 100. most likely there have been multiple dresses tried on, once "the one" is picked it has to be fitted and hemmed. sometimes there is a practice run through on the makeup and hair. a lot of times there is a change of shoe, from the ceremony "pretty" shoes to the comfortable reception shoes. not one detail is left out. not one blemish is left un-covered or smudge of makeup left un-fixed. Tide-To-Go pens are a must have on the wedding day, just in case something gets on the dress... no one wants a blotch of lip gloss from the flower girl's hug on the white fabric.<br /><br />if the Church is the bride of Christ shouldn't we be doing a better job at getting ready for our "first look"? should any detail be left out? should spot or blemish remain? are we too concerned with being "seeker friendly" rather than a pure bride?Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23765607.post-10410172560697805072010-09-02T23:14:00.000-07:002010-09-02T23:32:36.508-07:00empower. {8 days}<div class="header"> <h2 class="me">em·pow·er <span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"></span><span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);">–verb</span></h2><span class="pronset"><span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"><span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"><a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" alt="Toggle for IPA" title="Click to show IPA"></a></span></span></span> </div> <div class="body"><div class="pbk"><span class="pg"><span id="hotword"><span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"></span> </span></span><div class="luna-Ent"><span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);">1.</span></span></span><span id="hotword"><span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"> to</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);">give</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);">power</span> <span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);">or</span> <span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);">authority</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);">to;</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);">authorize,</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);">esp.</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);">by</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);">legal</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);">or</span> <span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);">official</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);">means.<br /></span> </span><span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"></span><div class="dndata"><span class="ital-inline"><span id="hotword"> </span></span></div></div> <div class="luna-Ent"><span class="dnindex"><span id="hotword"><span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);">2</span>.</span></span><span id="hotword"><span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"> to</span> <span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);">enable</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);">or</span> <span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);">permit.<br /><br /><br />i have been pondering this word for a couple weeks and have decided i really like it. it's a verb. a "do-ing" word. i want to empower people to accomplish the will of God for their life by whatever means is in my hands. i want to permit people to speak into my life when necessary. i want to see people lifted up and encouraged because of Jesus in me.<br /><br /><br />empower. it's a good word.</span></span><span style="cursor: default; background-color: transparent;" id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"></span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);"></span><div class="dndata"><span class="ital-inline"><span id="hotword"> </span></span></div></div> </div> </div>Cassiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643117694819978302noreply@blogger.com0