<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697</id><updated>2009-11-12T10:25:09.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracye Dukes</title><subtitle type='html'>...a wonderfully "Wordy" woman, surrendered to voicing the Truth... in lines and lyrics birthed from the most tragic mistakes and glimpses of hope found in sonnets and serenades inspired by beautiful surprises. This is simply a daily gaze through the eyes of a 30-something, un-expectedly single woman who is passionately in love with her God and immensely enjoying this wild adventure they are on together!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-4559878007423354573</id><published>2009-05-16T11:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:58:53.859-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracye Sings...'/><title type='text'>Saints &amp; Angels</title><content type='html'>Hey there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on pulling together some songs for a summer concert here in Nashville and came across this one. Sara Evans is one of my fav country music singers and "Saints &amp; Angels" just touches me sweetly. The music, the rhythm... the lyrics resonate in a deep part of me and I think I'll add it to the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love for you to take a listen to a practice recording from this morning. The vocals are pretty low at times due to the high level of compression needed for a cheap mic ;0) Lyrics are below in case you need them. Well, I told you it was a PRACTICE session. So anyway...let me know what you think. Yes, I want your honest feedback :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case the video doesn't come through... here's the link: http://www.singsnap.com/snap/r/bf1306ad9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="357" height="458"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.singsnap.com/snap/e/ae998389"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.singsnap.com/snap/e/ae998389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="357" height="458"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're only human baby&lt;br /&gt;we walk on broken ground&lt;br /&gt;We lose our way, we come unwound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're turnin' circles baby&lt;br /&gt;We're never satisfied&lt;br /&gt;We fall from grace, forget we CAN fly&lt;br /&gt;But through all of the tears that we cry&lt;br /&gt;We'll survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Shattered and scarred&lt;br /&gt;Love has the grace to save us&lt;br /&gt;We're just two tarnished hearts,&lt;br /&gt;But in each other's arms&lt;br /&gt;We become saints and angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your imperfections&lt;br /&gt;I love your everything&lt;br /&gt;Your broken heart, your broken wings&lt;br /&gt;I love you when you hold me&lt;br /&gt;And when you turn away,&lt;br /&gt;I love you still, and i'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know you feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;And you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Shattered and scarred&lt;br /&gt;Love has the grace to save us&lt;br /&gt;We're just two tarnished hearts,&lt;br /&gt;But in each other's arms&lt;br /&gt;We become saints and angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These feet of clay (feet of clay)&lt;br /&gt;They will not stray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Shattered and scarred&lt;br /&gt;Love has the grace to save us&lt;br /&gt;We're just two tarnished hearts,&lt;br /&gt;But in each other's arms&lt;br /&gt;We become saints and angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(saints and angels...saints and angels...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;Tracye&lt;a href="http://www.singsnap.com/snap/r/bf1306ad9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singsnap.com/snap/r/bf1306ad9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-4559878007423354573?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/4559878007423354573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=4559878007423354573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/4559878007423354573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/4559878007423354573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2009/05/saints-angels.html' title='Saints &amp; Angels'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-7240653964945942194</id><published>2009-03-02T06:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:15:58.503-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Promises'/><title type='text'>Making room for promises...</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful weekend it's been...&lt;br /&gt;I feel more rested then I have in weeks and a new sense of hope is swirling within me.&lt;br /&gt;Hope for what? Well, I am not exactly sure... I am just peaceful in places that have not felt serene for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i12.tinypic.com/6svui68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turn the planner pages to reveal a new week and the official beginning of business in March, I am sensing something new. Maybe it's the promise of Spring... as Life is working it's way through the soil and roots are going deeper to prepare a life source for the colorful blooms we will soon enjoy in nature.&lt;br /&gt;Winter's chill and apparent dormancy was only a grand stage curtain, covering the busyness of new life's preparation. Something glorious is about to appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="436" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/ra3oth.jpg" width="522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it... I remember now. It's promises from long ago... even those that became too hard to believe. The ones that hurt sometimes to remember. They are pushing through the soil... and being made ready for their appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you and I make our plans  for the week... and even this month, I extend to you a joyful challenge. Will you join me, in making room for your heart's desires?&lt;br /&gt;Will you clear away time to do that thing you long for... or to be with the one(s) you've been waiting on?&lt;br /&gt;I believe it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this day... knowing that something beautiful is coming :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh God... how precious it is to ponder Your Faithfulness and to remember back on times when You've come through. Spring is on the horizon, and in my heart... I feel that it brings with it some long standing desires that have been unfulfilled until now. Receive my thanks in advance... as my heart swells with great joy just thinking about how good You are.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, for all of us, who are in the waiting, for those secret things that You whispered so long ago... may you grant us peace and endow us with a patience that we can no longer conjure up on our own. It is only by Your Spirit that we can wait with joy.&lt;br /&gt;Show us how, to make room for You... and the fulness that You long to bring with Your presence.&lt;br /&gt;With Love and great Gratitude... in the Name of Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Amen :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a beautiful day,&lt;br /&gt;Tray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-7240653964945942194?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/7240653964945942194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=7240653964945942194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/7240653964945942194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/7240653964945942194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2009/03/making-room-for-promises.html' title='Making room for promises...'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-8619278369419941545</id><published>2009-03-01T09:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T11:09:11.115-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blemishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>Ramblings, really...</title><content type='html'>Hi there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a snow day in Nashville, and I'm just not feeling the hustle and bustle this weekend... so it's music, internet and phone calls for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella is crooning the sweetest "Sunday Kind of Love" in the background and my cup of peppermint tea is offering warm comfort to my senses. Sometimes it's nice to just stay in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been alot on my mind, as always. Yet, I've chosen not to broadcast what I've written  publicly, lately. Understanding that there are seasons for everything... that is about to change, once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize now, more than ever... that I was created to share my thoughts, feelings, hopes, etc. It is simply who I am... and I find that the more courage and self love that I exhibit in talking about the hard things... the more I see people around who would not normally express themselves begin to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;I am also realizing that this character trait is not just about other people. It is about me.&lt;br /&gt;And that is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is okay for me to do things simply because I want to.&lt;br /&gt;Not because it is going to be something profound for other people.&lt;br /&gt;But because it is going to be what is fulfilling to me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that about life.&lt;br /&gt;I love that about learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have realized these things before now.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have lived my whole life including myself in the picture along with everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I move more into "dating" mode, it is so interesting to see the different characters that come into my life. It's also amazing to see the different sides of me that they bring out. How crazy is it, to live for 30 years thinking you know who you are... and then realize that there are portions of your life that you have had no clue about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so important for me to have it all together all of these years... and now all of a sudden (or maybe not so suddenly), it feels more important to be able to be vulnerable... to be a little weak.&lt;br /&gt;Sharing my needs is not easy for me at all. But I find that in relationships, there is a certain necessity for allowing someone else to provide for you in the ways that they feel confident and competent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning to give what's in my heart a voice... whether or not it will be received by all... or even many. Sometimes the sharing is simply about the one who is sharing... and that's okay too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am staying in.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am changing.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;What a jumbled up mess of a person I can be some days... yet I feel your love so close and so constant. Thank you for urging me to share today. I pray that each person reading this will know that what they hold within them is worthy of expression. Lord, we were not put here on this Earth to only offer the perfected parts of ourselves... but to extend invitations daily, to intertwine with one another. Often times, that will not be the simplest process. And even more often than that, there will be misunderstandings and parts of ourselves that are exposed that we wish could have remained hidden. Oh God, I pray that we will all give grace to one another and also to ourselves for not being perfect. May our blemishes not cause us to hide. And in the same respect, may we also not be so repulsed by the ugly parts of one another, that we push each other away. Help us, to embrace. In Jesus' Name :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-8619278369419941545?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/8619278369419941545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=8619278369419941545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/8619278369419941545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/8619278369419941545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2009/03/ramblings-really.html' title='Ramblings, really...'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-3168839763834985523</id><published>2008-07-08T06:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T06:57:51.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pondering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Ponder with me, will ya?</title><content type='html'>Just another quickie post this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking alot lately of how we are affected by others. The way they treat us... whether they accept us or not... it really has a huge impact on our well being. And it should to some extent... but I am wondering just how much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like the feeling of a great new friend... you know... they get alllll excited to see you, pick your calls up within the first two rings, answer your texts almost immediately and invite you to just about everything. They are so careful to make you feel welcome, compliment you often and tread lightly in conversations to be sure not to offend you in any way. It's an interesting thing.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, as familiarity sets in... those beginning acts of respect and adoration will wane.&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't worry... I am talking mostly to myself and asking these questions to my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it we offer so much in the beginning and then fizzle out so soon after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it's on to the next new person, who is just the best thing in the world... until they do or say something we don't like... or that spoils the fantasy of "perfect fit"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it our assumptions?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our expectations?&lt;br /&gt;Or the thrill of the chase?&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the discomfort of too much of our own brokeness being revealed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me... what do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-3168839763834985523?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/3168839763834985523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=3168839763834985523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/3168839763834985523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/3168839763834985523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2008/07/ponder-with-me-will-ya.html' title='Ponder with me, will ya?'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-6471394440572160455</id><published>2008-07-07T06:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:59:16.685-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive Psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Monday'/><title type='text'>Happy Monday - Positive Psychology</title><content type='html'>Happy Monday to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much time before I need to scoot out of the door and make it ON TIME for our Monday morning staff meeting. Before I go, I wanted to share a little.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, as I mentally began to prepare for this busy week ahead... I thought about how Monday mornings can be such a dread. You know, you're having such a great time with friends and family on the weekend... that going back to work just sounds like punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me... you know that I'm always analyzing and working on negativity. We can thank my Dad... oh follower of Norman Vincent Peale and many other Positive thinking gurus. He always had motivation type books and Guidepost magazines around the house when I was growing up. He and I share a great love for "Thinking Happy Thoughts"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought it might be fun to share something I "happened" upon this weekend. During some needed downtime, in between celebrations... I came home and did some surfing on the internet. I don't know what it was that lead me to YouTube... but I ended up finding someone else who believes in being happy.&lt;br /&gt;Shawn Achor, is/was a Professor at Harvard and teaches Positive Psychology (I mean, who knew there was such a thing)! Take a minute and watch this clip on the Unicorn Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just realized that I can't actually link the video here... but here is the URL... click on it and enjoy. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oWUT3VNw-0c"&gt;(Shawn Achor's Unicorn Story)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get going for work now, but I hope you have a super happy day today!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-6471394440572160455?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/6471394440572160455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=6471394440572160455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/6471394440572160455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/6471394440572160455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-monday-positive-psychology.html' title='Happy Monday - Positive Psychology'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-6256964743203202679</id><published>2008-07-05T15:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T15:33:18.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiley Saturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Smiley Saturday - 4th of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/SG_XJ8jRHEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DiJ0RTp428E/s1600-h/smiley-saturday-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219627059018538050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/SG_XJ8jRHEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DiJ0RTp428E/s320/smiley-saturday-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th of July is just a day full of opportunities for smiling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/SG_ZN6rz1PI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ujK-Dvrj8Hk/s1600-h/109_1530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219629326260229362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/SG_ZN6rz1PI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ujK-Dvrj8Hk/s320/109_1530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/SG_ZakwmfTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Zf9xNpPYeDg/s1600-h/109_1532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219629543713045810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/SG_ZakwmfTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Zf9xNpPYeDg/s320/109_1532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, amongst other festivities, we sat on a corner of the Bicentennial Mall and watched an amazing fireworks show. I think all of us "grownups" were grinning and giggling like little kids. There were a few ooohs and ahhhs, that then brought on more giggles and playful bantering. It was a great time of allowing ourselves to enjoy an awesome part of our country's heritage with Wide-Eyed Wonder!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was only able to get a couple of pics before my camera decided to die (Boo!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welp, I am going to keep it short and simple today... gotta get back to celebrating!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Holiday Weekend Everyone :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-6256964743203202679?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/6256964743203202679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=6256964743203202679' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/6256964743203202679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/6256964743203202679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2008/07/smiley-saturday-4th-of-july.html' title='Smiley Saturday - 4th of July!'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/SG_XJ8jRHEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DiJ0RTp428E/s72-c/smiley-saturday-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-8751545141542433623</id><published>2008-06-28T20:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:28:11.233-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mutterings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>Unconscious Mutterings</title><content type='html'>Thought this was fun... so why not.&lt;br /&gt;You can playing along too at &lt;a href="http://subliminal.lunanina.com/"&gt;Unconscious Mutterings&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goodbye :: Not another one :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cage :: Bird singing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buddy :: Be my friend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Magic words :: Open sesame&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Library :: stillness... peace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fall in love :: I want to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tense :: How I've felt lately&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work! :: Overwhelming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Empty :: sometimes a good thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heat wave :: We're having a heat wave.... a tropical heat wave :0) That song comes to mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-8751545141542433623?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/8751545141542433623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=8751545141542433623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/8751545141542433623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/8751545141542433623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2008/06/unconscious-mutterings.html' title='Unconscious Mutterings'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-3645733720949202374</id><published>2008-06-28T11:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:42:10.980-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiley Saturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>Smiley Saturday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/SGZgglkFtUI/AAAAAAAAADw/OG2mn0Yuw1U/s1600-h/smiley-saturday-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216963331310859586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/SGZgglkFtUI/AAAAAAAAADw/OG2mn0Yuw1U/s320/smiley-saturday-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Saturday All!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon my quest to be a better blogger (say that 7 times... haha), I have come to enjoy memes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is a meme, you ask? Well, for a longer explaination, you can visit &lt;a href="http://thedailymeme.com/what-is-a-meme/"&gt;TheDailyMeme&lt;/a&gt;. But from what I've seen they are one of two things:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* A weekly question, list of questions or request that an author will post to their blog. Others will read it, copy and past the questions to their own blog and link back to the original authors blog so that others can read their answer too.* Or the 2nd way I have seen them used is that an auther will answer a list of questions on their blog and then TAG others by going to their blog and leaving them a comment that they have been tagged to participate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, if you're like me... a ponderer... things like this are fun cause I like to give my opinion very much! Haha! And I also like to know what you're thinking too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I found this cute meme... Smiley Saturday on  &lt;a href="http://www.lighteningonline.com/"&gt;Lightening Online&lt;/a&gt;, and the objective is to post about something that makes you smile! Of course... smiling is one of my favorite things to do... so I snatched this one up quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the little someone's who makes me smile the most is my very silly and fun nephew, Tayo. He is just dang adorable. So I thought I'd share his pic... which will probably do the trick with making you smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216968068302050530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="264" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/SGZk0UOzFOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/NcUw6YeEL4A/s320/Temitayo+being+so+cute.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Saturday Everybody... Hope you're smiling :0)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tray&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-3645733720949202374?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/3645733720949202374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=3645733720949202374' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/3645733720949202374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/3645733720949202374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2008/06/smiley-saturday.html' title='Smiley Saturday...'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/SGZgglkFtUI/AAAAAAAAADw/OG2mn0Yuw1U/s72-c/smiley-saturday-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-4442404406833860010</id><published>2008-06-25T06:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T06:52:26.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holy fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brokeness'/><title type='text'>Bare Souls and Burning Spirits!!!</title><content type='html'>Donald Miller, the author of "Blue like Jazz", uses words in the most luxurious way. Yet, I think what draws me and so many others to his work, is that the finished work... although full of intricacies, is quite simple and easy to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s98.photobucket.com/albums/l242/punk_rocksmyface/?action=view&amp;amp;current=painteddeserts.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="painted deserts" src="http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l242/punk_rocksmyface/painteddeserts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened upon a copy of "Through Painted Deserts" on Monday, and have been intrigued at the turn of each page. Put maybe a little too simplistically, this book is a memoir of Don's three-month road trip spent crossing country in a Volkswagen camping van. As the back cover teases, Don and his buddy Paul "dive headlong into the deepest of human questions and find answers outside words - answers that have to be experienced to be believed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After beginning the 2nd chapter this morning, I invite you to find a copy yourself and dig in... as this work has already proven a worthy adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I rehearsed with friends, as part of a new work that God is doing. It is amazing to be a part of this ministry. I will share more in blogs to come about what we're about. But what I want to say most today, is how stunned and blessed I was last night, as I watched the power of speaking the Truth IN LOVE overcome the silence's potential to breed confusion and hard feelings. Frustrations arose in many of us and the temptation was to internalize, judge and harbor negative feelings.&lt;br /&gt;We could have left it all that way.&lt;br /&gt;We could have remained unchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I experienced last night was a group of beautifully broken people... ready and willing to do life differently than before. We all shared openly of our personal struggles and gave one another glimpses into one another's brokeness. What a wondrous time we had, being willing to be visibly weak and watching the strength of God that arose in those moments.&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful to step out on the waters with these men and women of God... and be ministered to as we minister.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What touched me the most from my reading in Don's book this morning, was the quote from a song by Robert Earl Keen Jr's song, "Road to No Return".&lt;br /&gt;It resonated and echoed thoughts from last night and also reassured me that this journey we are on will not lead us back to the same places we have already been.&lt;br /&gt;It is a new day. This is a new place in God that we are walking... and it is not for us to turn around. Yes, we may find that in taking steps forward on this path, we revisit some places we have once tread... but we can find comfort and joy in knowing it will not ever be as it was before. Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But each new morning sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is just as good as gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And all the hope inside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Will keep you from the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bare your soul and let your spirit burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Out along the road to no return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daddy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I pray today, that we all would do just that. May we "BARE OUR SOULS AND LET OUR SPIRITS BURN"!!! What a wonderful time of healing and bonding you allowed last night. My heart is ever grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;May each reader of this words, find a place of strength in You today, that gives them the reassurance that they can be weak. I am absolutely there... and I never want to regain my own strength again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lord, I humbly lay myself bare today... wherever I go. Even on my job, oh Lord, let me be willing to ask for help. Let me open my mouth and speak of my needs... and feel the comfort of those who come to bring what they can offer. Help me not to squirm when arms are wrapped around me... or to struggle to stand, as a sweet hand is reached toward me. We so desperately need You... and your love that is poured out through your children. Help us, to receive it today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And God, as we find that bare place... may our spirits BURN with a fire for You! May it burn brighter and hotter than ever before. There is nothing like knowing that we are truly loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And as we allow Truth to rise in us and around us... finding beauty in brokeness and hope in humility... may we know that place of extreme passion! No more lukewarmness God!! We cry out for even more! Holy Fire, come and purify... burn away everything unlike You and cause us to come as pure Gold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We love and adore you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In Jesus' name... amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-4442404406833860010?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/4442404406833860010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=4442404406833860010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/4442404406833860010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/4442404406833860010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2008/06/bare-souls-and-burning-spirits.html' title='Bare Souls and Burning Spirits!!!'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-481562266828287052</id><published>2008-06-17T06:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T07:13:32.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glory to God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Royalty'/><title type='text'>What will you decree?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk186/custom_design/?action=view&amp;amp;current=princess.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="princess" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk186/custom_design/princess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that you are Royalty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I are called, as sons and daughters of the Most High God... to BE a chosen generation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea of walking in our Royal inheritence is such a rich idea to ponder today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 2:9 says ... But you are not like that, for you are a chosen people. You are a kingdom of priests, God's holy nation, his very own possession. This is so you can show others the goodness of God, for he called you out of the darkness into his wonderful light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love the Message Bible version that puts it this way:&lt;br /&gt;But you are the ones chosen by God, chosen for the high calling of priestly work, chosen to be a holy people, God's instruments to do his work and speak out for him, to tell others of the night-and-day difference he made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been given the ability to speak out the exaltation of Our God today. In everything we say, we are making decrees! May our mouths be used for the building up of the Kingdom, the loving exhortation of one another and to show the goodness of God who has brought us out of our darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you consider yourself a Princess or a Queen... I pray we may all rule well with our words... our gifts... and that each decree we make will bring Him Glory!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a happy heart,&lt;br /&gt;Tracye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-481562266828287052?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/481562266828287052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=481562266828287052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/481562266828287052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/481562266828287052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-will-you-decree.html' title='What will you decree?'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-3618512308684683685</id><published>2008-06-16T19:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:51:47.885-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tulips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toronto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waterfalls'/><title type='text'>Toronto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I realized today, as I thought about what I should share... that I have not blogged about my incredible time out of the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been almost two months ago now, since a group of friends and I decided to run for the border (well the Northern one anyway)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I just say that I am so proud of us for not just talking about it... the way we so often do... but we actually planned it out and made it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soooo details, details, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you may or may not know, I am a part of a &lt;a href="http://www.gracecenter.us/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt; body that is very into the "things of the Spirit"... or yielding to the leading of the Holy Spirit in our services and every day life. Signs, Wonders, Miracles, healings and the like, are a part of our culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within this movement in The Body, are people who live to go deeper into these things... my little group of friends included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tacf.org/"&gt;Toronto&lt;/a&gt; Airport Christian Fellowship, was the birthplace of the first major North American Revival known as the Toronto Blessing. You may have heard of the 2nd one a little more, which was called The Brownsville Revival, in Pensacola, Fl. Now, we are living in what is being tagged as the Third Wave. Down in Lakeland, FL... the Lord is using a man by the name of Todd Bentley to bring about the &lt;a href="http://floridaoutpouring.com/"&gt;Florida_Outpouring&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so the Florida Outpouring is an entirely separate blog to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to Toronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to go up for a conference called "Going Deeper, Going Higher"... where Patricia King, Randy Clark, Duncan Smith and John &amp;amp; Carol Arnott would be ministering. Also, we were so pleased that &lt;a href="http://www.rainingpresence.com/"&gt;Alberto&amp;amp;Kimberly_Rivera&lt;/a&gt;, were leading worship. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/SFcI_GfqSbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nKK2yK44QEo/s1600-h/Kimberly+Rivera+singing+at+TACF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212644973872826802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/SFcI_GfqSbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nKK2yK44QEo/s200/Kimberly+Rivera+singing+at+TACF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alberto was the Worship Pastor at our church for several years, and Kimberly led the congregation with the most gorgeous prophetic songs, that are sung over people! If you've never experienced their ministry, take some time to listen on their website... or on Myspace. You will be so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were at the Conference, I can not even begin to tell you how blown away I was with how this church poured out everything they had been given. Never, had I ever experienced people who seemed to be desperate to minister to others. They were so desperate to GIVE AWAY everything that had been imparted to them. With each message, with each revelation spoken, we were given the opportunity to receive impartation through laying on of hands. It was the cry of their hearts for each and every one of us to go back to our cities... our countries and give away everything we had been freely given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time in my life, I had a new paradigm about laboring in ministry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had been a part of mega-ministry... pouring out all that I had and giving away what I had, only to come away drained and sometimes feeling empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as I watched these people lay hands on thousands of people and still shine with great joy and enthusiasm... I was changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I returned, I realized that I had received a great impartation... I now was able to operate in ministry at a new place. As I gave away what I had... as I spoke words of edification, sung songs over people, prayed for the sick and imparted Holy Fire... it was as if each time I gave it away... it just MULTIPLIED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still amazed, even 2 months later... that I seem to be infused with greater strength and even more zeal as I speak, sing and allow God to use my life. What a wonderful change!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212649113681646594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/SFcMwEe_1AI/AAAAAAAAADA/o25ijgBA3mg/s400/Me,+Marakia+and+Tonda+Tulips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There were so many special things about this trip... one of them was finding this little tulip garden. Here from right to left... is Marakia, Tonda and me... sitting in front of the tulips that made my heart smile... knowing that God knows the deepest desires in me... and He loves on me in the sweetest of ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tulips are my favorite flower... and the message of to my heart that He spoke was "I see you, I love you and I long to bless you... Everything is going to be alright".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lord used tulips to speak this same message to me, some six years ago... when I arrived in Nashville... a 26 year old wide-eyed girl, just longing to be obedient to His leading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it hit me that I was actually in a foreign land, knowing no one and began to feel the fear of the unknown... I drove into my apartment complex and was overwhelmed with tulips! They were everywhere... and in my heart, the Lord reassured me... everything was going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And He was so faithful then... and I believe He will be as I once again move into the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally... the most unexpected blessing that absolutely changed my life... was when we took the hour long trip from Toronto to Ontario. There we visited one of the places on my "do-before-i-die" list!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/SFcRqPcabRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LBAcp5McqkE/s1600-h/Large+fall+and+the+horizon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212654511102520594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/SFcRqPcabRI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LBAcp5McqkE/s200/Large+fall+and+the+horizon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to NIAGRA FALLS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had no idea that I would have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of the deep desires of my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fulfilled on this trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was amazing to all of us, after having been in such powerful meetings all week long to have such an overwhelming end to this time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we turned the corner from the highway, onto the main road where the Falls began... we saw two rainbows right above. I had never seen this before... not a double rainbow with the arches over one another... but two rainbows, side by side!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were overtaken with awe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To us, God spoke powerful... just as He did to Noah... using the rainbow as a sign of promise. We believe it was a sign of double portion... double promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212656853162841506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/SFcTykTG1aI/AAAAAAAAADg/vXRM9qMYXqo/s320/competition+between+water+and+sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is my favorite pic that I was honored to take!! Isn't it exquisite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is outrageously the most captivating artist!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray tonight, that you are experiencing the manifestation of your heart's greatest desires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the messages that the Lord gave me to share while I was in Toronto... was that there is now an end to "Hope Deferred"... and an entrance into "Desires fulfilled"!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will share more about this, probably tomorrow because I feel it very strongly during this season... in my own life... and in The Body of Christ!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you know that what you care about... is important. Your desires are not so random. They are a part of your purpose and the fabric of your spiritual DNA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the waters of Niagra resounding the message of God's love to me... I ask that He would bring a sign of His promise to you today... that will impact you in the same way and even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings to you! Thanks for stopping by :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-3618512308684683685?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/3618512308684683685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=3618512308684683685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/3618512308684683685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/3618512308684683685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2008/06/toronto.html' title='Toronto'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/SFcI_GfqSbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nKK2yK44QEo/s72-c/Kimberly+Rivera+singing+at+TACF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-6839395732617237571</id><published>2008-06-14T20:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:14:51.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Home...so it's ok.</title><content type='html'>My heart... what a wild place.&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting here thinking how cool it is to know that Jesus chose it for His place to dwell within me.&lt;br /&gt;He's so amazing... to pick the most chaotic residence possible.&lt;br /&gt;The very thought, makes me a little more quiet, peaceful, and well... still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fidgety today. Not so much outwardly, but on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, from Glory to Glory I go... one moment in the heights... and at another looking up from the valley. I'm not in either of those places today... and I feel something coming. Something I dare to call wonderful... yet the unknown of it is a bit unsettling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready for another major change?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Can I even worry with the wonder? Well, yes... but the better question is... will it really do me any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sit with my questioning heart tonight... and remind myself that He has made His home in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your a little fidgety tonight too?&lt;br /&gt;If so... then I hope you might settle into that thought for a little while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's Home... so it's ok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to you, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Tracye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Jesus, I tried to just end this without speaking to you publicly... but somehow it all seemed too unfinished. You see, more than just talking about You... I just love to talk TO You... so much! And I wanted to say something to You for everyone to hear. I really love you... I mean... REALLY REALLY love You!&lt;br /&gt;Just the mention of your name and I am blown away.&lt;br /&gt;At the thought of Your presence being so near, I am moved to tears.&lt;br /&gt;You overwhelm me... in the most indescribable ways.&lt;br /&gt;I never want another to take Your place in my heart... so I don't know what that fully means to You and the plan You have for my life... but I know it means to me... that I'm very happy with our home... just the way it is. Nevertheless, You know best and I completely trust You to make the best decision. Thank You... for just letting me lay my head on Your heart... and be soothed while I wait. Maybe You'll speak... or maybe we'll just remain in quietness together.&lt;br /&gt;That's ok.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ok... cause You... are...home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-6839395732617237571?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/6839395732617237571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=6839395732617237571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/6839395732617237571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/6839395732617237571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2008/06/hes-homeso-its-ok.html' title='He&apos;s Home...so it&apos;s ok.'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-5123709750308970236</id><published>2008-02-24T19:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T20:09:29.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling!</title><content type='html'>What a fun weekend...&lt;br /&gt;Did something I haven't done in maaany years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s86.photobucket.com/albums/k90/spamishott/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rollerskates.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="roller skates" src="http://i86.photobucket.com/albums/k90/spamishott/rollerskates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, I went roller skating for the first time in probably like 15 years!&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say that it was like riding a bike... but um... nope, is was NOT :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that I was with... was like a pro... so I felt horrible when I found myself flying through the air and landing on my behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s39.photobucket.com/albums/e169/radrulz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rollerskates.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="roller skates" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e169/radrulz/rollerskates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty hysterical... and yes, I had fun :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there... it was off to Karaoke... where we danced the night away.... OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Though I didn't get the nerve up to sing... our crazy group hardly ever left the dance floor for about 2 1/2 hours!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo.... all that to say that I'm doing really good right now. Having alot of fun and enjoying life in so many ways. I am falling.... literally and yes... in "that" way too. It's good... really good.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to feel alive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later... i promise :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great night the other night!&lt;br /&gt;It's so great to grow smaller with You.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how after the most painful seasons of my life... I can find myself experiencing more bliss and enjoyment then I have in years.&lt;br /&gt;YOU are my reason why.&lt;br /&gt;In a room full of the most incredible people... You still hold my heart!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for leading me to a wonderful group of crazy friends... and allowing me to be young and a little bit crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving exploring all of the parts of who you created me to be.... especially the ones that have been stifled for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, amen.&lt;br /&gt;Tray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-5123709750308970236?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/5123709750308970236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=5123709750308970236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/5123709750308970236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/5123709750308970236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2008/02/falling.html' title='Falling!'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-7247541050561991806</id><published>2008-02-06T05:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T06:31:59.445-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s storms'/><title type='text'>Stormy Weather...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s259.photobucket.com/albums/hh299/colo_sisters0/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tornado.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="tornado" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh299/colo_sisters0/tornado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been pretty crazy here in Nashville.&lt;br /&gt;Temperatures have been mixed up and the atmosphere is just mad about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turbulence. Unrest. Disquiet.&lt;br /&gt;All of the things that are happening in nature... and I see it in my heart as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is shaking us.&lt;br /&gt;He is stirring us from our slumberous lives... walking around not fully awake... not hearing His sound or seeing the signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solomon already told us that our quests here are all in vain, yet we continue to gorge ourselves on what is void and empty... and we still want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was a bit annoyed that my Tuesday night plans were interrupted. Living on my own personal island called "just me and what I want to do"... I don't have to surrender to someone else's ideas unless I choose to. And I find that the older I get, the harder it is to allow someone else to make decisions for me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, when Biggest Loser was pre-empted for news broadcasting about Tornado warnings, I was upset. My mind muttered something about how they should just have a special channel for this kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And then, the conditions outside caused me to lose wireless internet connection. Now I was super-mad! This is ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;Now, I not only can't get my weekly fix of weight loss motivation... I can't put my Avon orders together either cause I CAN'T GET ONLINE... MY LIFE IS OVER .... AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pouted for a few seconds and flailing myself down on the couch, I finally became still.&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I heard the reporter speaking with great concern in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;All around the area, people were being devastated... losing their homes and their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Beauty (Brat in this case), was awakened from her self made slumber.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God... it's not about me.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about my wants and my plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, my tiny little island became connected to the world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in those quiet hours, He was able to speak to my heart and restore my peace... all in the midst of the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To The One Who says "Peace Be Still", and the winds obey... I say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, You answered the cries of my broken soul... even when I did not know the words to speak.&lt;br /&gt;You amaze me with your overwhelming Love and the power that you have to stay any storm... whether it is physical or emotional.&lt;br /&gt;You are The Healer... You are in control.&lt;br /&gt;Father, be with those who have been ravished by storms outside. And God, please draw so close to those who feel as though their mental and emotional ships have been capsized.&lt;br /&gt;You are in our boats with us.&lt;br /&gt;And we can rest... in the midst of the Storms... because You are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With great gratitude and an awakened heart... i love you.&lt;br /&gt;tracye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-7247541050561991806?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/7247541050561991806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=7247541050561991806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/7247541050561991806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/7247541050561991806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2008/02/stormy-weather.html' title='Stormy Weather...'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-2354294663840314474</id><published>2008-02-04T05:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T06:10:47.305-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Laying down my cape...</title><content type='html'>So I don't really feel very prolific these days... just a jumbled mess of a girl who often feels she wants to stop the world and get off.&lt;br /&gt;Been feelin' alot like that lately... and so that's exactly what I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to me, how taking time for yourself affects the people around you. We can all be so self-absorbed (insert self in that statement first). When someone pulls away from us, the very first thing we often think is "what did &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; do wrong... or what is it about me that's so bad".&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, that person has some stuff to work out for THEMSELVES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm ranting...&lt;br /&gt;And that's were I've been lately... so I've tried to save you from having to endure it... endure me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning that about myself... that I'm always trying to save someone from something... or someone.&lt;br /&gt;Um... not my job!&lt;br /&gt;So why is it such a passion?&lt;br /&gt;It's not always because I care... well, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/6b0x8ap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just more of a role that I acquired a long time ago... that seemed to work for me. You know, grant me some favor... make me a little more "necessary" in important people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did God ever ask me to be anyone's Superhero?&lt;br /&gt;(blink... blink... sound of crickets)&lt;br /&gt;I'll take that as a NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm laying down my cape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/34ox1xx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Superman...&lt;br /&gt;I realllly need you today.&lt;br /&gt;My attitude is just not the best and I'm not doing so well with seeing what you see.&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely a day for some much needed rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I choose to take my cape off and lay it down at your feet. I give up... this saving the world business is much too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;Will you still let me just be your sidekick?&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need much... just Your hand to hold and Your presence, so that I don't feel quite so alone.&lt;br /&gt;Will you speak up for me, when I just don't know what to say? You know, give me the answers when my feeble mind fails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I rest in You, even as I work?&lt;br /&gt;I really need to.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-2354294663840314474?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/2354294663840314474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=2354294663840314474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/2354294663840314474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/2354294663840314474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2008/02/alright-im-writing.html' title='Laying down my cape...'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-7551132825894970047</id><published>2008-02-02T20:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T21:13:47.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's so much going on.&lt;br /&gt;Today, my head spins with thoughts about just everything.&lt;br /&gt;Are you like me... always thinking about a million things, all at one time?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I laugh when someone says... "You're so calm" or "You're just so quiet". Whew, if they only knew the clattering clutter in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, that's just who I am... a thinker.&lt;br /&gt;Constantly pondering things, questioning and wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is moving so fast.&lt;br /&gt;January has brought more new things, friends and adventures. It's fun to learn how to let go of all the Shoulds and Have to's... and realize that I DON'T really have to do any of that.&lt;br /&gt;Yep... I'm a rebel.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you blog about on a day that you've decided to share your thoughts on paper... but the million and one in your head are all fighting for the Headline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for today, I'll just suffice it to stop in and say hi... let you know that I'm thinking about you... amongst the many other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I know... I'll share with you a song that seems to stay on the Jukebox of My Mind alot lately.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the New Year's Eve show that she sang on... I've been pretty smitten with Natasha Bedingfield's music. There's just something about her voice that I really connect with. I remember how much I liked her song "Unwritten" a couple years back.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm totally intrigued by "Love like this".&lt;br /&gt;The original radio version is my fav... but I was jamming out today and came across this really cool acoustic version that totally rocked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy... my 2nd favorite song right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Hlf0TO5S1A&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-7551132825894970047?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/7551132825894970047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=7551132825894970047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/7551132825894970047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/7551132825894970047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2008/02/theres-so-much-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-5504321605635099461</id><published>2007-12-04T06:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T07:04:03.771-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tayo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Festive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i3.tinypic.com/85dvpsy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year again... I love it! The grumpiest of people, suddenly come alive... and instead of a scowl, they dawn a bright, shiny smirk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the harshest of smiles is beautiful.... at Christmas time! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a morning. I want to take off of work and smather my house with white lights and red bows... the smell of hot cocoa and cranberry candles aglow. (Sorry about the random rhyming... I just can't help it sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful way to finish this year.... with great joy and happy, happy times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my favorite saying is "Let's be festive together"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT is what I want for Christmas... my every joy enclosed within that request. To share joy and laughter with those that I love... is the greatest gift to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded in this moment of all the beautiful things about this life. News of sweet bundles of joy, wrapped in swaddling clothes... (well little London is probably in Baby Gap... so excuse my creative interpretations)... and my other little one... Baby D... so affectionately named "Kid" by mommy and daddy... is still baking! But Auntie Tracye is already excited for you too. She's been asking for you to come for a looooong time... with visions of playing at the park, then heading for ice cream... dancing in her head!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are such a joy... oh yes, and remember that sweet little nephew of mine that stole my heart and won't let go... Here he is at 2 years old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/R1VOtAYejTI/AAAAAAAAACc/UJZ3Ck7Z3Jw/s1600-h/Tayo+Big+Bright+Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140101084817034546" style="WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" height="259" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/R1VOtAYejTI/AAAAAAAAACc/UJZ3Ck7Z3Jw/s400/Tayo+Big+Bright+Smile.jpg" width="395" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/R1VPEQYejUI/AAAAAAAAACk/dFJA6sxeoGA/s1600-h/Tayo+Silly+Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140101484248993090" style="CURSOR: hand" height="261" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/R1VPEQYejUI/AAAAAAAAACk/dFJA6sxeoGA/s400/Tayo+Silly+Face.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo silly... and so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;Christmas reminds us to be child-like... and well festive!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day :0)&lt;br /&gt;tray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="ctl00_cpMain_ucImageView_lnkImage" href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=91897689&amp;amp;albumID=0&amp;amp;imageID=16521866"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i17.tinypic.com/7x99s2s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-5504321605635099461?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/5504321605635099461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=5504321605635099461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/5504321605635099461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/5504321605635099461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2007/12/festive.html' title='Festive!'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/R1VOtAYejTI/AAAAAAAAACc/UJZ3Ck7Z3Jw/s72-c/Tayo+Big+Bright+Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-6720141206413349247</id><published>2007-10-27T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T10:08:38.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler Perry's "Why did I get married"</title><content type='html'>Tyler Perry's new movie &lt;a href="http://www.whydidigetmarriedthemovie.com/"&gt;Whydidigetmarried&lt;/a&gt; is AWESOME... an absolute must see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw it for the first time last night... and have plans to go back again really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever been in a relationship, period... this movie will speak to you on every level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most powerful messages that this movie addresses is the idea of 80/20.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that this principle came from T.D. Jakes, who was the first person I heard it from... however, he could have been passing on someone else's revelation as well.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80/20 is a concept that goes like this....&lt;br /&gt;You will only receive about 80% of what you want and need from the main relationship in your life. For alot of people this is marriage, or a significant other.&lt;br /&gt;What happens, is that we place so much importance on that 20% that is missing... that when someone comes along who has it... we leave the one we're with to be with what seems better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is... that we have left the 80%... for only 20%!!!&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen this principle alive in my own life in so many ways....&lt;br /&gt;and I personally believe that it is not only in relationships... but with careers, peer groups, churches and many other areas.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I made a change... thinking.... Oh my gosh, this is it... this is what I've always wanted. FINALLY! THANK YOU JESUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Only to find... a month, two months into it.... ummmm this isn't really as great as I thought it was going to be.&lt;br /&gt;Ah man... he's just not as amazing as I first thought...&lt;br /&gt;oh no... this person really has some serious "issues"... hahah.&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part of all.... I think I'm really missing what I already had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... been there, done that.... seems a million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I just wanted to share a little about that movie... cause it's really amazing. And that principle is so powerful too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you that you are not 20% or even 80%... you are the full 100% and beyond!&lt;br /&gt;You continue to blow my mind and it's limitation... and make me aware that I have YOUR mind and YOUR thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that no matter what state we all find ourselves in... we can find contentment in you.&lt;br /&gt;We can stop looking for anyone else to be what we think we want and need... and simply enjoy each person for the goodness that they do bring.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for Tyler Perry... and his brilliant mind. You've done marvelous things through him... and I pray that he will continue to give you the glory!&lt;br /&gt;This day is perfect. And I look forward to seeing more of you than I saw yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It's exciting to walk through each moment... experiencing what You choose.&lt;br /&gt;Help me to be the best 80% I can be to all of the people in my life. I know that you and all others will be what I can not... and I find peace in not having to be anymore than I've come to understand right now.&lt;br /&gt;You are big enough :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you...&lt;br /&gt;tray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-6720141206413349247?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/6720141206413349247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=6720141206413349247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/6720141206413349247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/6720141206413349247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2007/10/tyler-perrys-why-did-i-get-married.html' title='Tyler Perry&apos;s &quot;Why did I get married&quot;'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-7588042799779597199</id><published>2007-09-15T11:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T12:24:20.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>So long, Summer!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l9/Traysing/summer-1-1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning, I arose with excitement. That feeling that I can only describe as "like I'm falling in love", has been teasing my senses, again. Each year around this time, when the Summer fades into Fall, there is just something that comes over me. And I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year, for the first time since moving to Nashville, I am just a little more greatful for this present season... and I suppose I'll give credit to growing up a little, and gaining perspective as more years of life pass by. It used to be that I would rush this time along... waiting, hoping.... longing for the days of Apple cider and falling leaves... but time has made me different now, and so I'd like to stop and ponder what I've enjoyed about Summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l9/Traysing/summer-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer has been a time of restored joy, in the deepest sense... not just restoration from a setback, but a "priming of the well within" if you will. You know those Living Waters, the Bible says we have... well, I can feel them flowing again within me.&lt;br /&gt;It's been filled with reconnection with old friends and the re-establishment of old dreams! Yes, Summer is a time of being fully awake and alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l9/Traysing/summer-2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLIP FLOPS!!!! Need I say more! I adore the feeling of freedom... lazying around in floppy shoes of every hue. Since I am most happy when I'm &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l9/Traysing/msndollzu_1268341490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wearing these are the next best thing!&lt;br /&gt;This year, I found many new ones, but two pair became my favorites and seem to never leave my feet. One was a pair of cozy grey ones that looked and felt like your favorite soft t-shirt... and the other were a fabulous pair of black ones with a rhinestone circle in the center that reminded me of the eternity necklaces! So pretty! My silly sophistication.... rhinestone and denim diva that I am...lol.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss wearing them the most :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l9/Traysing/summer.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I did not take an actual vacation this year, I must say that is one of the best parts of summer. Being at the beach, in a great city or up in the mountains when the days are long and free time is plentiful... there's just nothing like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l9/Traysing/summer-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speaking of summer trips, I used to travel across country to Colorado the end of every July. Long car rides are so much fun! But not through Kansas... ugh (sorry if you're from there and you love it). It is by far one of the most boring states I have ever travelled through...&lt;br /&gt;BUT there is a redemptive moment though... one of my fondest memories of those drives, was when after hours of flat land... nothingness... the feeling of desertion (j/k), we would suddenly come upon a field of sunflowers !!!&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i185.photobucket.com/albums/x317/lissa0068/Flowers/c8e2105a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The would seem to stretch for miles and miles!!&lt;br /&gt;Just amazing.... I was always blown away that such a gorgeous scene would be placed out in the middle of nowhere! God is so sweet to give everyone and everything SOMETHING beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;selah, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been so many beautiful things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet tea and lemonade sipped on patios with good friends...&lt;br /&gt;kids playin' in sprinklers....&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine and soft rains.... at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;The Call 7.7.07&lt;br /&gt;air conditioning in my new car...&lt;br /&gt;falling in love all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few memories that have made this Summer... a good one. I'm so thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 46px" height="28" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l9/Traysing/thsummer.gif" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the beauty of another season... today I celebrate the joys and the sweetness of this Summer '07. Wow! You know the full story, of just how much restoration and newness You brought to my life. You've taught me to love, in deeper ways and to embrace the things I don't understand... even if they are a simple as a season... timing. I'm so glad that Your ways are much higher than mine... and that although it took all of these years for me to really value the days of Sunshine...You are so patient and loving. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in awe of all that You do.&lt;br /&gt;Bless each friend, new and old.&lt;br /&gt;Continue the restoration and the setting right of all things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for new things and fresh adventures... for flip flops and happy hearts!&lt;br /&gt;And for allowing me to fall in love with you, all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed by You!&lt;br /&gt;amen,&lt;br /&gt;:0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-7588042799779597199?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/7588042799779597199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=7588042799779597199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/7588042799779597199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/7588042799779597199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-long-summer.html' title='So long, Summer!!'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-3115859544405975394</id><published>2007-09-09T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T17:59:37.326-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>InspiRED...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/RuRv7yZMI2I/AAAAAAAAACI/fAXXj8XpRqw/s1600-h/Red+Tree+Autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108330950275375970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/RuRv7yZMI2I/AAAAAAAAACI/fAXXj8XpRqw/s400/Red+Tree+Autumn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I've always been a visual person, it seems that I am affected more deeply than ever, by images lately.&lt;br /&gt;This one, in particular has inspired me to write creatively... giving life to a character and a story of what takes place on this particular day, beneath this tree. Ideas are dancing through my head and I feel a certain satisfaction, just to bring something to life. These are the days that I feel honored to be a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn is coming.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of it makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is almost over... and I am sooo glad to feel the temperatures lower and the evening breezes begin. Excitement stirs for cozy sweaters, falling leaves and Pumpkin Spice Lattes... but I sure will miss my flip flops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh... another change of seasons. It's one of the few guarantees that we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-3115859544405975394?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/3115859544405975394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=3115859544405975394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/3115859544405975394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/3115859544405975394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2007/09/inspired.html' title='InspiRED...'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/RuRv7yZMI2I/AAAAAAAAACI/fAXXj8XpRqw/s72-c/Red+Tree+Autumn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-2171910924274612930</id><published>2007-09-06T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T23:30:51.133-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pavarotti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbyes'/><title type='text'>Addio Pavarotti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONUCPKdGcrk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the world said farewell to one of music's most majestic offerings... the unique and dazzling voice of Luciano Pavarotti!&lt;br /&gt;What a shock it was to sit down this morning, begin my daily rituals at my desk and find there on the front page of MSN, that The Voice of Opera, had finished his journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having spent 5 years of my life studying the vocal athletics we call "Opera", Pavarotti was in many ways, like a distant mentor. A "natural", is what he was called. Very few performers can exhibit such tremendous ability in a way that seems almost effortless! He did!&lt;br /&gt;And my life was impacted by his example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, Lord... I give you thanks for your son. The Pavarotti!&lt;br /&gt;The name sounds so big, so huge to a world who set him in high places. He was adored and honored.  Yet, I know that it was YOUR VOICE that sung through Him... and YOUR ABILITIES that were put on display.&lt;br /&gt;Bravo, Daddy! You did an awesome job, through Him.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you that He is resting from his labor. Now bring comfort to his family, loved ones, friends and admirers that he leaves to continue their journey to You. Hold them close and soothe them with Your Love.&lt;br /&gt;I praise You for a life that resounded with Your Greatness!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you... for it's permanent imprints upon my life.&lt;br /&gt;I will cherish what you've done, forever.&lt;br /&gt;With a greatful heart... amen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracye lynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-2171910924274612930?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/2171910924274612930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=2171910924274612930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/2171910924274612930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/2171910924274612930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2007/09/addio-pavarotti.html' title='Addio Pavarotti...'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-113702302521040872</id><published>2007-09-03T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:49:37.910-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Under the Tuscan Sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartstrum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>HeartStrum: Under the Tuscan Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/RtxctyZMIyI/AAAAAAAAABo/P05hm6pjp-4/s1600-h/Under+the+Tuscan+Sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106058019222594338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/RtxctyZMIyI/AAAAAAAAABo/P05hm6pjp-4/s320/Under+the+Tuscan+Sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay... so I'm introducing today... a little thing called "Heartstrums". To me, it's a cute little way to describe those ah ha! or Light bulb moments when something really makes sense in a "feel-good" kinda way. You know, when you just get a sweet melody of understanding that plucks your heart...so cheesy as it may seem (and I do like cheese)... I bring you my first "HeartStrum"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really enjoying the beginnings of my day off... this Labor Day '07. The morning began after another late night that ended well into the morning. Strangely that has been the norm for me for a few months now. I'm finally beginning to LIKE it! Who would have ever thought I'd be a night owl? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my morning began around 10am, and I rolled out of bed and landed at my computer. Emails, myspace, blog reading... how nice to just catch up and feel so connected to so many people. Random pieces of breakfast here and there, peach tea and a sudoku later, I find myself lying cozily on the couch soaking in the beautiful scenery from the movie "Under the Tuscan Sun".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't scen this movie since Renee and I watched it when it was in the theaters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106062700736947010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/Rtxg-SZMI0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/qKy7c9t3uGY/s400/UndTuscSun+romance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gorgeous display of Tuscany... so rich to take in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I watched though... I found myself impressed by so many profound statements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had this movie changed... or had I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in 2003, I had not gone through the life events that are now logged in the photo albums and scrapbooks of my mind. I could not identify with Frances' life as deeply as I can today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a difference 4 years makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I find my heart swelling open as a flower that senses daylight, after a long night as I am touched by several moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/RtxhRSZMI1I/AAAAAAAAACA/tmtWQDOpcxE/s1600-h/Waiting+-+Under+Tuscan+Sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106063027154461522" style="WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="125" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/RtxhRSZMI1I/AAAAAAAAACA/tmtWQDOpcxE/s400/Waiting+-+Under+Tuscan+Sun.jpg" width="67" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to bring you into the theme of the movie... I'll tell you the general jist:&lt;br /&gt;Frances, has spontaneously bought a house during a vacation in Tuscany. She has recently been divorced and decided that she just can't bare to return to the States. One day, well into the process of remodeling this 300 year old home, she begins to question her reasons for holding on to hope... for moving toward a faded dream of a husband and children... and for investing such time, money and even more costly emotions into building this dream that has not even a shadow of appearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Martini, a dear new friend says this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0725664/"&gt;Martini&lt;/a&gt;: Signora, between Austria and Italy, there is a section of the Alps called the Semmering. It is an impossibly steep, very high part of the mountains. They built a train track over these Alps to connect Vienna and Venice. They built these tracks even before there was a train in existence that could make the trip. They built it because they knew some day, the train would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also, getting lost in the depth of the moment and intoxified by the beauty of an exposed and questioning heart, says -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0725664/"&gt;Martini&lt;/a&gt;: Signora. Please stop being so sad. If you continue like this, I will be forced to make love to you. And I've never been unfaithful to my wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(What that must have meant to hear those words... for so many reason...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the chord that has struck me the most, so far (I was interrupted by a phone call and then distracted by bells and dings of message notifications and confirmations of this evenings plans)... was this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000178/"&gt;Frances&lt;/a&gt;: Do you know the most surprising thing about divorce? It doesn't actually kill you. Like a bullet to the heart or a head-on car wreck. It should. When someone you've promised to cherish till death do you part says "I never loved you," it should kill you instantly. You shouldn't have to wake up day after day after that, trying to understand how in the world you didn't know. The light just never went on, you know. I must have known, of course, but I was too scared to see the truth. Then fear just makes you so stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0725664/"&gt;Martini&lt;/a&gt;: No, it's not stupid, Signora Mayes. L'amore e cieco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000178/"&gt;Frances&lt;/a&gt;: Oh, love is blind. Yeah, we have that saying too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0725664/"&gt;Martini&lt;/a&gt;: Everybody has that saying because it's true everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life experience has brought me a new understanding of relationships and of divorce. I've never been married. Yet, I have walked through deep relationship... one in particular that ventured far past the understanding of many people we knew. And I have tasted the cataclysmic pain of someone you share love with, deciding that what you have trustingly offered them is not what they desire... to be dismissed from their life and have the door to their heart slammed in your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah... I have some clues about that now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it would have probably been easier for it to just kill me instantly... as morbid as that may sound. But it didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does it still hurt? Oh God, yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But am I better for it? Oh God yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This movie is beautiful... so honest and tangible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my life... quite brokenly beautiful, as well. I am glad to be able to feel every moment of this existence. The mountain top ecstasies and the deep valley devestation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day by day, I release a little more... accept a little more... and like Frances, I invest in the dreams of my future... and prepare for the trains arrival, before I ever hear it's sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note... I'm off to celebrate this day with a wonderful group of people... singing, worshipping, eating!... chatting (of course)... and maybe some debit-card Monopoly too :0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see ya,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tracye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-113702302521040872?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/113702302521040872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=113702302521040872' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/113702302521040872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/113702302521040872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2007/09/heartstrum-under-tuscan-sun.html' title='HeartStrum: Under the Tuscan Sun'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J_LY54WAmXU/RtxctyZMIyI/AAAAAAAAABo/P05hm6pjp-4/s72-c/Under+the+Tuscan+Sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-8171539402726029141</id><published>2007-09-01T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:21:35.115-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memes'/><title type='text'>My first Meme</title><content type='html'>Allllright... so getting back to the blogging thing after a year is an educational thing. Reading through so many different pages and being a part of webrings is totally enlightening.&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning about these little things called "memes"! How fun!&lt;br /&gt;And since I changed the address of my blog and no one can really find me yet, I'm going to grab one of these off of someone else's page and just get one of these rolling in my own little world.&lt;br /&gt;So here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Big Long MeMe &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought of just picking up and moving far away? ugh yes... I do often. This has actually been something I've done more than once in my life... and I've never regretted... although I came high-tailin' it back from D.C. when I left Nashville for a couple of months. Each experience has been life-changing and very rewarding. No... I don't really want to leave Nashville anytime soon... but I am hearing some whispers of what the next possible move might be :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the wallpaper on your computer? - it is a really cool photo that gives the appearance of you being inside a car and it's raining. The window that you are looking out of is covered in condensation and so you take your finger and draw a single cross on it. Pretty neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing/person you took a picture of? - my neice and my nephews playing together at my sis' in Atlanta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the most difficult decision you've ever had to make? - To truly let go of and honestly forgive the most amazing person who ever vanished from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a band/artist you like that isn't popular. Well living in Nashville and knowing so many amazing Indie artists... there are sooo many. Shariff Iman, Christa Black, Chris McClarney to name a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you lift your significant other? - nope... Jesus is my only s.o. and He bares the weight of the world on His shoulder. So we've come to the conclusion that HE'LL do all the heavy lifting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the first vehicle you recall your parents owning? - a navy blue station wagon with the wood on the side!!! hollering laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only have $5 for the whole week; What do you buy with it? - I don't do "broke" very well... I'd probably waste it on a Starbucks coffee and then charge everything for the rest of the week... it aint pretty but that's the truth, kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the worst job you ever had? - I've had so many since I moved to Nashville... probably the one where my boss played favorites with 2 people in my dept and treated me and another girl like we had uni-brows and bad breath every day for 21/2 years of my life!!! Thank God for deliverance!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen counterfeit money? - I hope not!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lost a pet you were attached to? - Yes, when I was in the 8th grade... our cat, Max ate a poisonous toad and didn't make it... I thought I would surely die. It was the most pitiful day... I think I cried all day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at an amusement park; What ride do you want to go on first? - the one we've all been talking about the whole trip there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read minds; Whose mind do you snoop around in first? - ohhhh that's not a good question for me to answer out loud right now ;0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the most rebellious thing you've ever done? - risk my life and mouth off to my mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever talk to inanimate objects? - Yeah, but I could have swore that somethin' tried to answer me the other day... so I think I'm gonna kick that habit :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick one; Laundry, Dishes, Vacuuming. - are you kidding me... D - NONE OF THE ABOVE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had to change schools while growing up? - Yes. military brat. it all worked out just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are forced to go out of state; Where do you go? - Dallas.... Portland... or somewhere in California maybe. I'm cool with traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the most meaningful thing a non-relative has done for you. - I have been blessed to walk through 4 dream years with a person who blessed me, blessed me and then pulled out all the stops and blessed me some more. I have more meaningful things that I can tell about in those times then many will have in their entire lifetimes. I wouldn't even know where to begin. I am one blessed chick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highway or back roads take you to the same place; Choose your route. - Depends on how I'm feeling that day... and who I'm with :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're going to be a mom/dad. What do you think/do? - Um... Jesus... you've got some explainin' to do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you more likely to give up or persist when you're having trouble? - persist... i'm too stubborn to just give up anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the most challenging thing you've ever over come? - Absolute embarrassment, shame and heartbreak rolled into one incident!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend needs a kidney to survive; Do you give them one of yours? - I would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brother breaks into your house; Do you press charges? - I really don't know. It would depend on how responsive he was to me when we talked about his reasons why, I suppose? Not sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a big life event that has taken place for you within the last two years. - Job changes, moves, loss of a deep friendship, became an Auntie again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you end up regretting things you say often? - no... I very rarely regret saying anything because I really do MEAN it... even if it's a hard Truth for someone to swallow. I often hurt because people don't like to deal with Truth... and that causes some strains in relationship. But I'm okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather have a huge cat or a tiny dog? - huge cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pringles or Lay's Stax? - not a big chip person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one difficult lesson you've learned. - Boundaries in relationships are very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one thing you look forward to in old age. - Greater wisdom and the opportunity to share it with the younger generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use your hands when you talk to emphasize what you are saying? - OMG yes...ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You own a huge business; What is it? - A center designed and focused on inner healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid to ask for help when you know that you need it? - sometimes... yes, this is one of my weak points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should adoptive kids be allowed to find their birth parents if they want to? - yes. I desire to adopt children... and although I want them to know me as Mom... I also want them to be aware that someone else actually gave them life and that they have the right to want to know them and pursue relationship with them if they choose. I think it would be a double blessing to know that someone CHOSE to love you... just like Jesus did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name somebody you think died before their time. - My friend Sue from college who unfortunately committed suicide. I don't think I will ever forget her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is (rightly) suspected in a crime; Do you provide an alibi? - Only if it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name the possession you've had the longest. - don't know. not a big heirloom person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're writing a novel; Is it horror, mystery, romance, etc. - chick lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a deep dark secret; Do you tell anyone? - of course... I don't really have secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you usually admit it when you've made a mistake? - absolutely. it's not the end of the world. I mess up all the time... in some way or another... and I never expected that I wouldn't. So what's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of yours has a drug addiction; Do you tell someone? - been there done that. only told the people they wanted to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this was long but interesting to even see how I would answer them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll tag Michelle at "From His Heart To Mine" and Lindsey at "Lindsey Barrows".&lt;br /&gt;Come on ladies and have some fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-8171539402726029141?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/8171539402726029141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=8171539402726029141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/8171539402726029141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/8171539402726029141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-first-meme.html' title='My first Meme'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-9191479344490291151</id><published>2007-09-01T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T02:24:24.627-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>i love the way He loves me...</title><content type='html'>What an awesome night it's been.&lt;br /&gt;I spent time with some wonderful new friends, Benjamin and Bonnie.&lt;br /&gt;They are so sweetly in love.&lt;br /&gt;And after spending time with them tonight, they rekindled my excitement about dating and possibly, one day, being married too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/534kufn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their relationship is so obvious... so natural... so refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;After two years of marriage, they still hang on one another's words, linger in their gazes and enjoy the comfort of each other's touch. It was so inspiring to me... to share with them,  the first night since the scorching entrance of summer that brought a gentle breeze and the promise of Autumn whispering upon it.&lt;br /&gt;It was.... well, romantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner on the patio of one of my favorite restaurants in Belle Meade... enjoying the perfect evening outside... as we shared stories of what's going on in our lives and how God is so present in each situation. How awesome to give Him the glory on nights like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went for a walk down a street lined with gorgeous homes... through a field full of leaves that crunched beneath our feet as we shared about our home towns. We arrived a few hundred feet from the front porch of the Belle Meade Mansion.&lt;br /&gt;I was just struck by such a real sense of God's nearness... as they stood hand in hand and I,  in the embrace of The Lover of My Soul. It was perfect. They looked deeply into one another's eyes and grinningly at me, as they re-enacted the scene of their engagement in the exact spot that they stood.&lt;br /&gt;Never has a married couple made me feel more loved than they did tonight. Their love was intoxicating... and enticing to be around. I was blown away by how comfortable they were to be with... and how easy it was to celebrate the joy of this memory with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the evening with more deep conversation and a powerful time of prayer... one of my favorite things to do. I can not explain just how perfectly the revelations that the Lord had given each of us, spoke into one another's lives. God never ceases to amaze me. We were all looking with wide-eyed wonder as He spoke through us... bringing answers and comfort to some of our deepest questions and hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Wow... God!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then to come home tonight and find that my new Shane and Shane Cd had finally arrived!&lt;br /&gt;Smiling... just when I thought a really special night couldn't get any better!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited...&lt;br /&gt;You know what this means... that I'll have even more revelations to share...lol.&lt;br /&gt;Alright it's off to bed with me now... pretty full day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hope your day was amazing too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's give Him thanks...&lt;br /&gt;Daddddddy! You are such a wonderful giver of surprises!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the impromptu plans with Bonnie and Benjamin tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the amazing healing that you brought to our hearts tonight as you spoke through each one of us in the most profound ways. Thank you for all of the revelations, dreams and prophetic words that helped to restore and encourage us tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the breeze... and the winds of remembrance that brought both great joy... and some sorrow. We lift it all to you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;i am in absolute awe of how You make everyday that is entrusted to You, beautiful!!!!&lt;br /&gt;You're so perfect and the very best friend I could ever have.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for holding my hand tonight... and holding my heart at all times.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so safe with you.&lt;br /&gt;And I say YES, Lord. Yes to all that you have for me.&lt;br /&gt;If that includes marriage... then okay.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the reminders, lately... of just how beautiful romance can be.&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, my shattered heart is being healed... as I see your hand in relationships all around me. Yes, Daddy... I believe you... and I trust that I am ready when You are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't thank you enough for the way you love.&lt;br /&gt;i love you too.&lt;br /&gt;in Jesus' Name.&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-9191479344490291151?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/9191479344490291151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=9191479344490291151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/9191479344490291151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/9191479344490291151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-way-he-loves-me.html' title='i love the way He loves me...'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12607697.post-2019750976298809015</id><published>2007-08-31T07:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T07:28:24.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy!!!</title><content type='html'>It's Friday...&lt;br /&gt;oh how I love this day... especially at work. There's such great anticipation of leaving the chains of the &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i92.photobucket.com/albums/l9/Traysing/daa9.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and finding whatever freedom and fun that may come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we'll do the &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.tinypic.com/4ldms1s.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or hang out at a &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/2nk486b.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the wonderfully long weeekend... I'm sure we'll probably get into that and much more!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a great day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f359/frebtrfly/Friday/happycauseitsfriday.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12607697-2019750976298809015?l=tracyedukes.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/feeds/2019750976298809015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12607697&amp;postID=2019750976298809015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/2019750976298809015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12607697/posts/default/2019750976298809015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tracyedukes.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-happy.html' title='Happy Happy!!!'/><author><name>Tray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16239314910051311071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09508556344198197898'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>