tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365776792012-02-16T12:30:01.762-08:00Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09777542288037637757noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36577679.post-73540012974993980822008-07-26T22:23:00.000-07:002008-12-09T08:47:02.677-08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#003300;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Why is it so hard to remember where our primary focus should be? You would think it would be natural. I have had some situations come up in the past few weeks that really made me shake my head. I was shaking my head at someone who frustrates me to DEATH! However, the more I thought about the lack of priorities (healthy ones, anyway) in his life, the more I was forced to look at my own.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I must admit that sometimes I lose sight of what is important. Yet, when it really comes down to it, pretty much all I do in life is a result of where my priorities lie. When I really took time to consider this, I was actually quite pleased, knowing that I am doing a pretty good job.</span></span><br /></div></span><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="color:#663366;">I am seeking to grow, learn, and experience.</span><br /><span style="color:#663366;">My love for God, inspires me, directs me, and sustains me.</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"><strong>My love for John, brings peace, shelter, and laughter.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"><strong>My love for my kids brings hope, joy, and wonder.</strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227574482984209186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xjtIvt7s0xs/SIwTS58riyI/AAAAAAAAACU/McHAwTe_IHE/s200/P1010299.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#663366;">My priorities are in line.</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36577679-7354001297499398082?l=michellestam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09777542288037637757noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36577679.post-79823417985450757922008-07-26T01:21:00.000-07:002008-07-26T01:25:20.148-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">I have been thinking about this stupid blog for almost 2 years now. I need to write on it! I have so much to say - a lot of the time, and this would be a great place to get it all out. I don't know who will read what I write, maybe no one will. Atleast I will have a place to say what I need to, and a place to see my growth.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36577679-7982341798545075792?l=michellestam.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Michellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09777542288037637757noreply@blogger.com1