<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321463790547614768</id><updated>2011-12-15T13:49:27.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Heather Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>This Heather girl is a mommy! And you bet I'm going to tell you about it...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisheathergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321463790547614768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisheathergirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>That Heather Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18226965036837319590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Isk1aQiQsdQ/SOtrLacjr2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4LAs-fJyjmU/S220/jude+1+yr+015.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321463790547614768.post-6007849988931454953</id><published>2011-12-15T13:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T13:49:27.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Makes A Way...</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to mention how even when things are SO difficult, SO unmanageable, God finds a way to make it work. &lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was super-struggling, &amp; I knew the badness was like a big cloud getting bigger &amp; bigger above my head &amp; any minute it was about to pour down &amp; drown me, and then God bailed me out. &lt;br /&gt;That is what it honestly felt like. A little quirky something came out of nowhere and saved the day for me. I KNOW that had to have been Him - He sent it along &amp; He made it better.&lt;br /&gt;It may seem pretty bad, and it may actually BE REALLY BAD, but it could get worse, and He will prevent that. He did for me. I am so grateful, you don't even know. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321463790547614768-6007849988931454953?l=thisheathergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisheathergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6007849988931454953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisheathergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/he-makes-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321463790547614768/posts/default/6007849988931454953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321463790547614768/posts/default/6007849988931454953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisheathergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/he-makes-way.html' title='He Makes A Way...'/><author><name>That Heather Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18226965036837319590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Isk1aQiQsdQ/SOtrLacjr2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4LAs-fJyjmU/S220/jude+1+yr+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7321463790547614768.post-9128397145286458718</id><published>2011-12-11T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T18:56:55.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; So This Begins...</title><content type='html'>I am starting this so I can write how I feel. So I can make myself feel better. So I can stop fumbling around doing nothing. I want to document my days. The bad days. The good days. The fun days. The boring days. I want to explain it all. I don't like pretending all is well &amp; great if it's not. I don't like hiding my excitement because of the comments I may get from people in real life. This will be my sanctuary. This will be my safe spot. I can blurt it all out here. I can describe everything. I can be completely honest. I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7321463790547614768-9128397145286458718?l=thisheathergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisheathergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9128397145286458718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisheathergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-this-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321463790547614768/posts/default/9128397145286458718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7321463790547614768/posts/default/9128397145286458718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisheathergirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-this-begins.html' title='&amp; So This Begins...'/><author><name>That Heather Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18226965036837319590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Isk1aQiQsdQ/SOtrLacjr2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4LAs-fJyjmU/S220/jude+1+yr+015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
