<?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-8999179502747911819</id><updated>2011-08-08T07:29:17.881-07:00</updated><category term='moving'/><category term='reading'/><category term='pride'/><category term='transition'/><category term='vainity'/><category term='God'/><category term='battles'/><category term='realizations'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='seattle'/><category term='callings'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Conjumbled Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-6499646484592006168</id><published>2010-10-14T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T20:22:59.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks God!</title><content type='html'>So something amazing just happened. Here is the backstory: TJ had bought me a pair of diamond earrings for my birthday earlier this year, and just about a month later, I was cleaning up when one of the earrings fell out of my hand and on to our bedroom carpet, never to be seen again. Well, needless to say I was REALLY bummed, and had pretty much given up hope I would ever see it again because in the move we never found it. Well, earlier tonight I went into our living room to grab my computer power cord, and there it was just lying on the floor!! I was astounded because after all of the commotion with moving, it just appeared there! Thanks Jesus! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999179502747911819-6499646484592006168?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/6499646484592006168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=6499646484592006168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/6499646484592006168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/6499646484592006168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2010/10/thanks-god.html' title='Thanks God!'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-1932546537490811464</id><published>2010-09-27T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T13:17:34.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seattle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><title type='text'>We Moved!</title><content type='html'>It occurred to me that while taking on this new city, I should keep a bog about our thoughts and feelings about this adventure, more for myself for reflection, but if it interests you enough to read it, go for it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seattle is definitely a change from Redding, but I’m loving almost every minute of it. As with any move, there are some adjustments, but the adjustments from moving from the suburbs to the city is almost comical. It’s the random things like, “Gee, the nearest Wal-mart and Target are 10 miles away?!? (in the city that’s a lot!) Where are we going to get shower curtains, hooks, nails, hangers, etc?!?” We’ve learned that you have to get specific in the stores you go to, so instead of going to a one-stop-shop, we go to 2 or 3 different stores now. Although, I did learn last night that there is a Fred Myer fairly close by, and that it will probably be my new best friend, so we will see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ventured out on our first grocery-shopping trip yesterday… oh boy. You see, there isn’t a Winco nearby… (I was so spoiled in Redding!) So I’m trying to figure out where we can go without giving up our first born child (food can be REALLY expensive here!) I get the bright idea that we should go to Grocery Outlet, because after all, it’s only 5 miles away… so how long could it take? So TJ and I set out around 5pm yesterday, not realizing that to get there from our house we have to go right by Quest Field (the big football stadium) and it just so happened that a big game just got out, which the Seahawks won, so of course there were TONS of drunk fans stumbling around cheering and blocking traffic. Needless to say, a drive that should have taken us, oh maybe 15 mins took us 45 mins to get through traffic. Then when we finally got to the Grocery Outlet, IT WAS ONE OF THE SMALLEST I HAD EVER SEEN. UGH! So we got what we could, and tried to stall much time there as we could to let the traffic clear a bit, but we just ended up plunging right back into it to go over to Trader Joe’s in Queen Anne.  The guy was so nice there; he let us have the discount even though TJ didn’t technically start working there until today. So overall it wasn’t a bust, but we definitely learned to plan our shopping trips around the games. If there is one thing I have learned, it’s that Seattle may not have the best teams (they’ve only won 4 championships between all of the sports teams) but everyone in the city is a diehard fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in an area that it really close to downtown, where pike’s place, and the space needle are. Its SO nice to be able to walk everywhere. We been here going on 4 days, and I’ve only used the car twice, once to go grocery shopping ( who wants to carry all those bags back?!) and once to go over the Ed and Grethe Klose’s house (they live across the bridge in the Ballard area.) There is so much to do here, you definitely get the sense it will be hard to become bored here. And because we walk everywhere I don’t even feel guilty about eating all of the amazing bread that is here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more thoughts, but I better get back to job hunting! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999179502747911819-1932546537490811464?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/1932546537490811464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=1932546537490811464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/1932546537490811464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/1932546537490811464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-moved.html' title='We Moved!'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-6521376033149761692</id><published>2009-12-11T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:28:41.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>How Little Do I Understand The Father's Heart</title><content type='html'>The cry of my heart lately has been, “God what are you doing right now?!?” It’s been really tough financially and emotionally, and I’ve just been stuck in the place of worry and doubt. There is so much looming on the horizon, so many questions to be figured out. Are we supposed to stay in Redding and explore what God has for us here, or jump into an adventure in a whole new town with a whole new, and honestly, brighter outlook? What job will I have six months from now? Who will we be close to? There are so many things that seem to plague my heart and frustrate me because I do not have the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve slowly began to realize that basically, this all comes down to how little I understand the Father’s heart and His love for me. I don’t trust him to take care of me, and provide for my needs. And just when I feel so totally overwhelmed, He sends me a little signal to chill out and rest in His arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I had been really bummed after listening to a message about generosity. I love being generous and seeing the joy in people’s faces when they are delighting in their gift. So obviously, I love Christmastime where I get to play Santa and bring the joy of gifts to people. Except this year since we are really strapped for money, we cannot give gifts to anyone. And then when I heard the message about generosity, I started to become even more bummed because my spirit longs to be generous, but with our money situation right now, there is no money to be generous with. So in the end I became a little mad at God because I felt the enormous weight to be generous, but had no resources besides my own time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Monday we get a check in the mail from TJ’s grandma saying that all they want for Christmas is for us to write out the story of how we used this money to bless people with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when it struck me how little I understand God’s extraordinary love for me. Not only is He going to provide for our needs, but he even provided for my desire to be generous. That struck me as so odd, because it wasn’t Him who got ourselves into our financial pickle, but yet He still wanted to bless us with this gift. I’m so not understanding God’s grace and love, but I’m trying to make myself more open to it. I don’t want to miss out on His blessings because I’m too stubborn in thinking I don’t deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999179502747911819-6521376033149761692?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/6521376033149761692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=6521376033149761692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/6521376033149761692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/6521376033149761692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-little-do-i-understand-fathers.html' title='How Little Do I Understand The Father&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-7818162024686968518</id><published>2009-02-26T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:00:57.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Lent.</title><content type='html'>I'm doing it, I'm taking the plunge. For lent I'm giving up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sugar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm insane, I know. But I have such an outright addiction to it, it's not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;So if I'm cranky for the next 40 days... you'll know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999179502747911819-7818162024686968518?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/7818162024686968518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=7818162024686968518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/7818162024686968518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/7818162024686968518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2009/02/lent.html' title='Lent.'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-7882740866714885435</id><published>2009-02-06T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:29:05.648-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Offically under 100 days.......</title><content type='html'>I'll be married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999179502747911819-7882740866714885435?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/7882740866714885435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=7882740866714885435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/7882740866714885435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/7882740866714885435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2009/02/offically-under-100-days.html' title='Offically under 100 days.......'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-1392231844505590329</id><published>2009-01-22T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:56:35.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Miracles</title><content type='html'>"Love covers over a multitude of sins"&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 4:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing in a relationship has to permanently destroy that relationship if forgiveness is in the picture. No failure is larger than grace. No hurt exists that love cannot heal. But, for all of these miracles to take place, there must be compassion and tenderheartedness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Boundaries in Marriage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's a good word right there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999179502747911819-1392231844505590329?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/1392231844505590329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=1392231844505590329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/1392231844505590329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/1392231844505590329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2009/01/miracles.html' title='Miracles'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-7521004471820912551</id><published>2009-01-18T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:54:37.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='callings'/><title type='text'>True Beauty</title><content type='html'>How can we impact the world? How can we take things that the world has slowly perverted and make them whole, beautiful again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave me a vision for my ministry. At first I didn't think it was God, because I rationalized that it was me trying to twist and contort my will into God's will. But He does give you the desire of your heart right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I've always been fascinated by the fashion/beauty industry. I've loved the clothes, makeup, hair, just the whole art of it. Making beautiful women more beautiful. But our culture has taken the longing for beauty into an obsession. Its no longer a fun pastime for women. Its a daily hungering, life taking need that depresses, oppresses, and belittles women. I feel like because the world has taken beauty to such a bad extreme, there is a sense with the Church to take it to the other extreme where we shouldn't talk about beauty because wanting to be beautiful with clothes and makeup is vanity. Vanity is bad, and should be suppressed at all costs. At least this has been my experience growing up in the church, and with a father that would criticize my longing for beauty and shamed my desire for the art of being beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has been speaking to me lately that He created women for beauty, among other things. We have this desire deep within ourselves to be beautiful, to be desire, to be loved. This desire is not bad. It should be, like so many other things, be celebrated and enjoyed with moderation. We've all seen what happens when our desire for beauty turns us into slaves, but if we are in communion with the one who made us beautiful, shouldn't we be able to explore that beauty with caution? I believe yes. Its not right to suppress that side of ourselves ladies. We should be able to explore our beauty without being condemned by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, we do have to be careful to not let it consume us. Vanity &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;bad, Pride &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;bad, but God's creation is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the more I reflected on this, the more I felt like God was telling me to use my desire for artistic beauty for Him. Turn back the beauty of women to be celebrated and enjoyed because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; made us beautiful. So with this I want to become a cosmetologist. I want to be able to speak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; beauty into women. I want to see women freed from their chains of vanity, and come to a place where they celebrate their beauty. So often a woman's hairdresser is their therapist and confidant. It's amazing to me how safe women feel in a hairdresser's chair. They let down so many walls without even realizing it. I want to get behind those walls, and speak God's truth about who they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child a God, made in His &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; image.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999179502747911819-7521004471820912551?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/7521004471820912551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=7521004471820912551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/7521004471820912551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/7521004471820912551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2009/01/true-beauty.html' title='True Beauty'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-4397017867764526823</id><published>2009-01-13T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:47:05.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Middle</title><content type='html'>I'm not good with words, which is probably why I've been more reluctant to dive into the blogging craze as others. But I just have emotions in me that I just gotta get out of me or I feel like I'm going to explode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has done a lot in me over the past 8 months. Its been bitterly hard and overwhelmingly joyful. I feel like for the first time in my life I'm finding out who I am, and not just believing what others tell me that I am. I've worked through, and in some senses, am still working through some heavy biases and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bitterness&lt;/span&gt; from my past. I never realized how much they clouded up my vision and was blocking my view of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pendulum&lt;/span&gt;. College set it in motion, I went from an extreme high of experiencing God's love for the first time to an extreme low of depression and lies about myself. Now I feel as if I'm slowly swinging back towards the middle. Which is good, I like the middle ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've noticed that in a lot of areas of following Christ, if not all, its all about the middle. There is a fine tension you have to walk. Going to one extreme or the other almost defeats the purpose, and disables your capacity for empathy and true love. This principle is written all over human life. Marriage, raising children, helping and not enabling others, friendships, evangelism, relationship with God, etc. Now I'm not saying that its wrong to be passionate, because passion is a good thing in the right context. But what good is passion when its destroying and blocking the real view of God from your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know if that makes any sense but its just been something I've been chewing on.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad my mind isn't clouded from depression anymore. You really don't realize how much it can come in and choke the life out of you, bit by bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999179502747911819-4397017867764526823?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/4397017867764526823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=4397017867764526823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/4397017867764526823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/4397017867764526823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2009/01/middle.html' title='The Middle'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-4745568350578780075</id><published>2008-12-19T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:09:55.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Ice Baby</title><content type='html'>A big storm just blew through here in Illinois, its not as bad as everyone thought it would be but I did not escape unscathed. Figures. It was really icy last night cause the rain was freezing to the ground, so when I went to step down on the front steps to get to the car, what happened? Of course I slipped and fell. Now I have a big black and blue bruise on my hip as a gift. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;But otherwise the trip back home has been good. Its been great to see all of his family. I've missed them alot. I just wish they could live closer to California.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999179502747911819-4745568350578780075?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/4745568350578780075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=4745568350578780075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/4745568350578780075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/4745568350578780075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2008/12/ice-ice-baby.html' title='Ice Ice Baby'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-298954307990522863</id><published>2008-11-15T15:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:03:04.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Twilight Obessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.ugo.com/images/uploads/twilight_book_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 251px;" src="http://blog.ugo.com/images/uploads/twilight_book_cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Twilight. Love does not even begin to describe it. I got addicted thanks to my best friend over this summer. For two weeks straight I was just sitting in the hammock around my dorm reading about Bella and Edward's adventures. I acutally got sad when I was done with Breaking Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm excited to see the movie! yay more Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is though that I'm afriad it will ruin my own mind's eye movie of the series that I have in my head. Cause in my head it's so not cheesey or adolescent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm friday can't come fast enough. Who'll go see it with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999179502747911819-298954307990522863?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/298954307990522863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=298954307990522863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/298954307990522863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/298954307990522863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-obessions.html' title='Twilight Obessions'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-7671462370639681662</id><published>2008-10-24T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:41:16.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vainity'/><title type='text'>I've gone and let myself go......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SQJqWsVh-jI/AAAAAAAAAEs/aaRX_IkjMC8/s1600-h/Photo+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SQJqWsVh-jI/AAAAAAAAAEs/aaRX_IkjMC8/s320/Photo+157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260884252813294130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been just some few things that God has been teaching me over the past few years..... (I say this sarcastically because it has been QUITE more than just a few)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is that I don't need make-up or to look spectacular everyday. I know that this sounds trivial and some of you are going &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DUH!&lt;/span&gt; but lets just look at it this way. All through-out high school and the first year of college I couldn't even walk outside with out a full face of makeup on and my hair completely done. It didn't matter the time, I'd make the time. Usually it took me a full hour, even an hour and a half sometimes to get ready in the morning. I looked good. all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then camp broke me. No make-up in a hot sweaty camp for about 4 months will do that to you. You don't care about looking good, you just want to feel like you aren't going to pass out from the heat!&lt;br /&gt;So from there, the no-care attitude has weaseled its way into my life over the past year and half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning? Got up 15 mins before class. No shower. No makeup.&lt;br /&gt;This is a normal day for me now, except the no shower part. I still have good hygiene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it good that I've gotten so lazy with my looks? I didn't realize how much I've just let it go until the other day when I actually took the time to get all together, TJ kept flooding me with compliments all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should stop being lazy and look good for him.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999179502747911819-7671462370639681662?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/7671462370639681662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=7671462370639681662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/7671462370639681662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/7671462370639681662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-gone-and-let-myself-go.html' title='I&apos;ve gone and let myself go......'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SQJqWsVh-jI/AAAAAAAAAEs/aaRX_IkjMC8/s72-c/Photo+157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-4535036367170966645</id><published>2008-10-19T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:44:03.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Discipleship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Discipleship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We say the word all the time, but what does it really mean???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are new converts to Christianity, or following Christ, disciples too? Or is that a next step that they have to achieve? Do we have to get to a certain point before we can be discipled?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe just wanting to know Christ IS the beginning of the journey of discipleship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discipleship is walking with people so that they may begin to journey deeper into the lifestyle of Chirst by strengthening their relationship. If someone was never taught that sex before marriage was wrong, how would they know when they decide to follow Christ? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By people walking along side them and informing them of what Christ instructs us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I grew up in a Christian home, I know that their are definitely disciplines and concepts that provide one with a stronger, closer relationship with Christ that I'm missing out on.  The question is now, who is willing to come along side me? I'm so hungry to know of the deeper things of God and I know that I can't do it alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999179502747911819-4535036367170966645?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/4535036367170966645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=4535036367170966645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/4535036367170966645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/4535036367170966645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2008/10/discipleship.html' title='Discipleship'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-3909508382724045266</id><published>2008-10-13T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:54:43.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What we do to save a dollar.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4000 miles in 4 days... 2000 in 2 days and then a week later another 2000 miles in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my poor car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TJ and I are going to brave driving to Illinois and back in the middle of winter. Crazy? yes. My idea? no.&lt;br /&gt;Last time TJ made the drive, he stayed up for the full 36 hours straight. That's not going to fly with me this time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little nervous because its in the middle of winter across practically the whole U.S. with snowstorms, rainstorms, and all the winery weather fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, risking our lives and sanity is worth saving $200, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ato.org/images/us_map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 223px;" src="http://www.ato.org/images/us_map.jpg" alt="" 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/8999179502747911819-3909508382724045266?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/3909508382724045266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=3909508382724045266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/3909508382724045266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/3909508382724045266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-we-do-to-save-dollar.html' title='What we do to save a dollar.....'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-5442542418769761036</id><published>2008-08-14T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T00:03:25.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>This wedding is going to make me have a heartattack</title><content type='html'>I have weddings on the brain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously never know how much went into putting on these events... and I'm not even a quarter of the way done yet! There are so many choices... that my choices have choices to make of their own..... to video or not to video.... cake....flowers...candles...money....marbles...purple......photos..... oh dear lord. simple, i just wanted simple... uhy vey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I can definitely see God's blessing through this whole thing. We are going on a AMAZING honeymoon.... which just might be my favorite part of this whole process....&lt;br /&gt;NO! not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; for that reason... get your mind out of the gutter.... but seriously I'm so excited to go to Kauai and see God's beautiful nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, back to tulle, lace and candles galore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999179502747911819-5442542418769761036?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/5442542418769761036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=5442542418769761036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/5442542418769761036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/5442542418769761036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-wedding-is-going-to-make-me-have.html' title='This wedding is going to make me have a heartattack'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-7576283170530850285</id><published>2008-08-02T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:04:03.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battles'/><title type='text'>Realizations</title><content type='html'>The Lord continually never ceases to astound me. He has began so much healing in me this summer, but yet I know that there is so much more to go. When I pull so far away from Him, I forget that He didn't cause my bruises and I turn so much of my anger on Him because I know that He can take it. But God is good even in the hard, messy and seemingly f-uped times. For His sake, I have to remember that He is good, for my sake I have to remember that He is good, for Tj's, my family and my friend's sake, it is the upmost importance that HE IS GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is already so much of a mental prison, and this fact, seemingly small, yet so hard to comprehend is the key that will free me from the prison that Satan wants to desperately keep me in.&lt;br /&gt;And I will no longer let him keep me in there. I will be free, I will feel like myself again. I won't be haunted from insecurities and lies about others and myself. I will fight for my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I will do great things for the Kingdom, Satan can’t keep me down anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, I have God on my side, and &lt;strong&gt;I will not fail.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999179502747911819-7576283170530850285?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/7576283170530850285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=7576283170530850285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/7576283170530850285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/7576283170530850285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2008/08/realizations.html' title='Realizations'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-7535551557605562689</id><published>2008-07-03T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:57:23.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>follow the yellowbrick road...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SG2w7h_PR0I/AAAAAAAAACw/SCLvwwyDGng/s1600-h/Photo+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SG2w7h_PR0I/AAAAAAAAACw/SCLvwwyDGng/s320/Photo+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219022079974655810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take a lot of road trips.&lt;br /&gt;I mean alot.&lt;br /&gt;well not since the gas went over 4 freaking dollars. thats wack. I wish it would go down so we could continue to hit the pavement without to much guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was on our way to Grass Valley, my hometown. Sometimes I get bored and take lots of unnecessary pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats a pastime I can continue guilt free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out www.andseladams.com. these are my favorite inspirations at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on photography class!&lt;br /&gt;I will conquer your endless hours of homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999179502747911819-7535551557605562689?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/7535551557605562689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=7535551557605562689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/7535551557605562689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/7535551557605562689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2008/07/follow-yellowbrick-road.html' title='follow the yellowbrick road...'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SG2w7h_PR0I/AAAAAAAAACw/SCLvwwyDGng/s72-c/Photo+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-5573251227302568552</id><published>2008-07-02T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:39:13.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 flames on a birthday cake</title><content type='html'>Its weird to think that I am a full 20 years old as of yesterday. I know to some 20 is an age that is quite young, but to me its signifies that I am officially an adult. No longer is "teen" attached to my age. Its joyful yet sad because I am really growing up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just in a mood where I want to return to the age of 5 where I could run carefree, eating popsicles and playing all day long.&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, I did get to go play without a care in the world for 5 days in God's gorgeous creation called Yosemite! It was so majestic and humbling there. I had a great birthday weekend with friends, camping and bathing in the river! I must admit that I am glad to be back in my memory foam bed and have warm showers. I am a outdoors girl at heart, but in practice I like my comfort.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 20th to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999179502747911819-5573251227302568552?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/5573251227302568552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=5573251227302568552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/5573251227302568552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/5573251227302568552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2008/07/20-flames-on-birthday-cake.html' title='20 flames on a birthday cake'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-3580761273572623489</id><published>2008-06-24T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:46:47.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realizations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><title type='text'>Really? I can't be that person....</title><content type='html'>It really amazes me how much I think I've got it handled, and then how God will come in, break me down to the deepest of cores, and then start building me back how He wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so prideful because while I love that God is starting a new work in me, its so hard because I have to admit that I am weak and that I have a problem. Its not with other people, it's with my own filters and attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;But luckily God won't give up on me, no matter how prideful and selfish I get.&lt;br /&gt;It can just hurt a lot if I refuse to listen to Him sooner rather than later......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999179502747911819-3580761273572623489?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/3580761273572623489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=3580761273572623489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/3580761273572623489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/3580761273572623489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2008/06/really-i-cant-be-that-person.html' title='Really? I can&apos;t be that person....'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-2421413487165918926</id><published>2008-05-12T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:28:33.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The life of an admissions counselor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Simpson University, this is Holly. How May I help you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"yes ma'am"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"no sir"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"we recommend 3 semesters if you don't want to give up your life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"please come spend 18K at our school. how can I charm you into doing so?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9am-5pm. Monday thru Friday. This is my life.&lt;br /&gt;Let me  put on my professional voice and solve your problem the best I can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999179502747911819-2421413487165918926?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/2421413487165918926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=2421413487165918926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/2421413487165918926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/2421413487165918926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-of-admissions-counselor.html' title='The life of an admissions counselor'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8999179502747911819.post-816766326165909756</id><published>2008-04-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:57:23.629-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>my oh my how the hours go by</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I am sitting at the threshold of the freedom of summer, and what am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wasting my life on myspace and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need summer way more than I realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SA7fsdH-t7I/AAAAAAAAACE/C6O2KencnBw/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SA7fsdH-t7I/AAAAAAAAACE/C6O2KencnBw/s320/DSC00454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192333375230097330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8999179502747911819-816766326165909756?l=holleemac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/feeds/816766326165909756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8999179502747911819&amp;postID=816766326165909756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/816766326165909756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8999179502747911819/posts/default/816766326165909756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holleemac.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-oh-my-how-hours-go-by.html' title='my oh my how the hours go by'/><author><name>Holly Macke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804276672244982032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SyBkdMR4PvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rUMLQ8CahSw/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_feWn9vLtX5Y/SA7fsdH-t7I/AAAAAAAAACE/C6O2KencnBw/s72-c/DSC00454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
