<?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-3233814347979009026</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:30:17.309-05:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='motivation'/><category term='women'/><category term='sinking'/><category term='female'/><category term='pity party'/><category term='getting comfortable'/><category term='empower'/><category term='praise God'/><category term='living life'/><category term='improvement'/><category term='faith'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='journey'/><category term='changes'/><category term='weekly devotionals'/><category term='hope'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Arch Support</title><subtitle type='html'>"Walking Through Life's Challenges with Style and Grace" Arch Support is my open journal of the challenges I have faced in life. Arch Support has become my shoe therapy. I believe that women buy shoes for different reasons.  Whatever your reason shoes can transform your feelings and moods. We all make mistakes but most of us are not honest with ourselves and others when we are going through life challenges. I have made a promise to God to be honest and open about my own mistakes to help others.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sole Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044691437547102859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R-piVPJSf3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jPY4ejGv3z8/S220/head+shot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233814347979009026.post-8336030920503449880</id><published>2009-01-19T08:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:15:26.843-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empower'/><title type='text'>My Sole Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SXTRMjXdNkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aJHbocml6rI/s1600-h/57.26034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SXTRMjXdNkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aJHbocml6rI/s200/57.26034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293085475649435202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My Sole Journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        “Write the Vision and Make it plain. . .” Habakkuk 2:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I turned 28 and one by one my girlfriends asked me how I felt about getting older.  Honestly, 27 was a very interesting time of my life. On this sole journey I realize that learning about myself takes a lifetime. We are always revolving and changing. Life is about choices. Some choices were good and some were bad, but choices we have to make in order to live. The hardest part of getting older for me is wondering where all that time went. I remember I had so many goals and aspirations but some where down the journey I made a choice that landed me here. Now I have to create a new set of goals for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I created a vision board to help me remember the goals I have set for this year. I realize that is it easy to get off track if you are not reminded daily of where you want your journey to take you. The word says to write the vision and make it plain. I challenge you to look over the past few years. Have you obtained the goals that you set for yourself?  If not, it is not too late. Grab a poster board and create a vision board of the goals you would like to obtain. If this year is about change then we need to make sure we make the necessary changes in our life to obtain our goals. Today I traded in those shoes of 27 for a pink zebra striped stiletto because I am walking into 28 in style!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sole Sister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3233814347979009026-8336030920503449880?l=solesisteronline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/feeds/8336030920503449880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3233814347979009026&amp;postID=8336030920503449880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/8336030920503449880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/8336030920503449880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-sole-journey.html' title='My Sole Journey'/><author><name>Sole Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044691437547102859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R-piVPJSf3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jPY4ejGv3z8/S220/head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SXTRMjXdNkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aJHbocml6rI/s72-c/57.26034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233814347979009026.post-6485856949885054960</id><published>2009-01-05T13:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:52:04.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>The Lemons of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SWJWjWHTPWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NItFv-x1Hyg/s1600-h/Wild_Cherry_Punch_810227.tmb.ashx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-priority:99; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0in; 	mso-para-margin-right:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0in; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whoever came up with the saying “When life hands you lemons, Make lemonade” must have gone through a lot of situations in life. Life threw me many lemons in 2008.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I lost my job, lost love, found new love, foreclosed on my townhouse, received rejection after rejection letters for employment, had to relocate and almost lost my mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All those lemons and I had to quickly learn to make lemonade.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The lemons of unemployment allowed me to make lemonade of better money management. The lemons of rejection letters from employers allowed me to create lemonade of better business ideas and allowed me to acquire office space to expand my business.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The lemons of a failed marriage allowed me to create lemonade of a new love and new understanding of communication and trust. I challenge you to look back over the trials and situations of 2008 and remember all those lemons life gave you. How did you use those lemons to create your own unique lemonade? What lessons will you take with you into this New Year? We are faced with many different situations but it is up to us to turn every negative situation around into something positive in our lives. Today I trade in those old shoes of 2008 for a nice wild cherry colored stiletto boot because I am going to be prepared for the lemons of 2009 in style. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3233814347979009026-6485856949885054960?l=solesisteronline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/feeds/6485856949885054960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3233814347979009026&amp;postID=6485856949885054960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/6485856949885054960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/6485856949885054960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/2009/01/lemons-of-2008.html' title='The Lemons of 2008'/><author><name>Sole Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044691437547102859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R-piVPJSf3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jPY4ejGv3z8/S220/head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SWJWjWHTPWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NItFv-x1Hyg/s72-c/Wild_Cherry_Punch_810227.tmb.ashx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233814347979009026.post-2179303383870772229</id><published>2008-11-05T11:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:18:20.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream the Impossible Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SRHHQlRnN4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/mzFKfwPMHcM/s1600-h/blue+shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SRHHQlRnN4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/mzFKfwPMHcM/s200/blue+shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265208527070640002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream the Impossible Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“Her husband is respected at the city gate, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;where he takes his seat among the elders of the land” (Proverbs 31:23)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is an exciting time in our history. I would have never imagined having an African American President in my lifetime. I never dreamed that I had the opportunity to run for the highest position in our country. History has been made and may doors have now been open to us and our children.  As I watched Obama’s speech last night I realized that not only do we have the first African American President we have the first African American first lady. Everyone women that reads this blog understands that women are the backbone of every family. We wear many hats to make sure our husbands, boyfriends, brothers and male friends can get the job done. We manage the finances, household maintenance, meals, nurturing, and so much more while working and feeding our own spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember growing up and my role model being Clair Huxtable. I wanted to be an attorney with a wonderful husband and lots of kids. Although she was a fictitious character she allowed me to dream beyond my own neighborhood. The Cosby Show allowed me to dream that I could be successful business woman while still taking care of my home.  Today our children have a role model that is not fictitious. Michelle Obama is a strong woman that must now take on the role as the first lady of our country. She has to cover her husband and maintain a home that will allow him to lead this country at our most difficult time in history.  Today I stand proud of the decision of American and prayerful for the tough times ahead. As women we need to recognize our strength and importance in our own households. We have witnessed a time in history that our daughters, sisters and girlfriends will never forget. We have the opportunity to dream that impossible dream.  I challenge you to look at your own life and decide what dreams have been deferred because you thought they were impossible. Make a list of those dreams and post them some where visible. Today I have kicked off those fearful loafers for a red and blue stiletto because I will work towards accomplishing my dreams in style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sole Sister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3233814347979009026-2179303383870772229?l=solesisteronline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/feeds/2179303383870772229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3233814347979009026&amp;postID=2179303383870772229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/2179303383870772229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/2179303383870772229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/2008/11/dream-impossible-dream.html' title='Dream the Impossible Dream'/><author><name>Sole Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044691437547102859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R-piVPJSf3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jPY4ejGv3z8/S220/head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SRHHQlRnN4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/mzFKfwPMHcM/s72-c/blue+shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233814347979009026.post-3630108170761905670</id><published>2008-10-06T12:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:41:02.161-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting comfortable'/><title type='text'>Comfort Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SOo-zQZ4j_I/AAAAAAAAADI/_Fe1FuigsZ4/s1600-h/Turquoise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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(Hebrew 6:12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I woke up this morning and felt something lying beside me. It was strange and I had not really noticed it before. I moved my hand to feel it and there it was my STOMACH hanging over my pajama pants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could have screamed! When did I go from a size 125 to as size 145?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did someone secretly stuff doughnuts in my mouth to cause this to happen? Had I been avoiding mirrors for the past few months?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No matter what excuse I could come up with the answer is I let myself go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I understand some of you are saying that I am petite and should not be complaining but going from 125-145 is not an easy thing to accept. None of my clothes fit and I feel like I need to go on a liquid diet quick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is funny how we get comfortable with ourselves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being in a new relationship we do not do the things we use to do. I use to try to make myself presentable at all times when I was meeting up with my friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I walk around with no make up and my hair wrapped up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started eating more and working out less. I no long have an active lifestyle and I need to jump start my motivation to improve. Many of us do not have this issue in our relationships but we get comfortable in our jobs and with family and friends. We start a job with drive and motivation to become the best and after a few months of the rat race, panty hose and uncomfortable heels we start complaining and doing less work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What ever you have let go and become to comfortable in your life remember that God wants us to be the best we can at all time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Laziness is not a characteristic that a virtuous woman has and we need to make sure we are striving to become a virtuous woman everyday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today I have traded in my worn our slippers for a beautiful turquoise printed stiletto because I am going be all I can be in style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sole Sister&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3233814347979009026-3630108170761905670?l=solesisteronline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/feeds/3630108170761905670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3233814347979009026&amp;postID=3630108170761905670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/3630108170761905670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/3630108170761905670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/2008/10/comfort-feet.html' title='Comfort Feet'/><author><name>Sole Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044691437547102859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R-piVPJSf3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jPY4ejGv3z8/S220/head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SOo-zQZ4j_I/AAAAAAAAADI/_Fe1FuigsZ4/s72-c/Turquoise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233814347979009026.post-4331785940837056360</id><published>2008-08-01T09:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:26:20.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for the Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SJMSbZpj8II/AAAAAAAAACg/dTtnMNQaI_I/s1600-h/rain+boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SJMSbZpj8II/AAAAAAAAACg/dTtnMNQaI_I/s200/rain+boots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229543854258253954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preparing for the Storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground. . ." Ephesians 6:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Storm after Storm after Storm, it seems that every time I come out of a storm I run right back into another one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before I can even catch my breath I am right back into the middle of a whirlwind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were many days that I felt overwhelmed and defeated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you are faced with situation after situation you are confused about the decisions you have made and the direction of your life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  You tend to worry and bring more stress to the situation because you do not put your trust in Him. &lt;/span&gt;A few months ago I would have broke down but I am happy to say that I am ready for the storm. I am stronger than ever now that I have experienced these situations in my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am no Job but I can say that God has prepared me for the hard times to come.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of complaining about the hard times I was experiencing in life I started praying. I started reading scriptures to give me strength.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now my tears are tears of frustration not tears of worry or fear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I no longer worry about the out come of my situation because I know He is in control of the storm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today I have thrown out those soaked up loafers for a cute pair of pink rain boots because I am going to be prepared for my storms with confidence and style.&lt;/p&gt;Sole sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3233814347979009026-4331785940837056360?l=solesisteronline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/feeds/4331785940837056360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3233814347979009026&amp;postID=4331785940837056360' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/4331785940837056360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/4331785940837056360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/2008/08/preparing-for-storm.html' title='Preparing for the Storm'/><author><name>Sole Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044691437547102859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R-piVPJSf3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jPY4ejGv3z8/S220/head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SJMSbZpj8II/AAAAAAAAACg/dTtnMNQaI_I/s72-c/rain+boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233814347979009026.post-6403318391375136926</id><published>2008-06-30T15:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:26:21.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coordinating Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SGk5RORZiDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FB9boTo-_DQ/s1600-h/green+snake+skin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SGk5RORZiDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FB9boTo-_DQ/s200/green+snake+skin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217764611337062450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Coordinating Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;Your beauty should not come from outward adornment; . . . instead it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight. 1 Peter 3:3-4&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I love to coordinate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I am going out on a date or a night on the town with the girls I love to match my shoes with my purse to accentuate my outfit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To top it off I always like to have on the best jewelry to match.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I may not shop at Neiman Marcus or Bloomingdales but I know how to hook my Target outfit up!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I like to look nice and presentable no matter where I go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After really getting into the word and learning more about my calling from God I ran across a scripture that talked about inner beauty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realized that no matter how well I looked on the outside my attitude and true beauty was what was in the inside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I do not know about you but I have yet to accessorize my inner self the way I do my outer appearance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Your inner self consists of more than just your attitude. It is your heart and emotions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Your inside is the reflection of what you pour into your soul.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realized that I have yet to accessorize my inside beauty with confidence and true love for myself. I realized that I have not accessorized my inside with the word like I needed too. I realized that my inside &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lacked&lt;/span&gt; "coordination". My faith did not compliment my walk. My confidence did not compliment my attitude and love for myself. I realized that I had to work on my inner beauty just as much as I needed to keep my outer beauty together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I challenge you to look at your inner self and identify if your “accessories” match your inner beauty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If not then I challenge you to ask God to give you the things that are needed to make sure your inner beauty is just as presentable as your outward beauty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have traded in my old shoes for a nice green snake skin platform because I am going to pour into my inner self with style.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sole Sister &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3233814347979009026-6403318391375136926?l=solesisteronline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/feeds/6403318391375136926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3233814347979009026&amp;postID=6403318391375136926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/6403318391375136926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/6403318391375136926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/2008/06/coordinating-shoes.html' title='Coordinating Shoes'/><author><name>Sole Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044691437547102859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R-piVPJSf3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jPY4ejGv3z8/S220/head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SGk5RORZiDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FB9boTo-_DQ/s72-c/green+snake+skin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233814347979009026.post-7187603366044752162</id><published>2008-06-17T15:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:26:21.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SFgNfUk_eNI/AAAAAAAAACI/aNM6oApSm48/s1600-h/pink+boot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SFgNfUk_eNI/AAAAAAAAACI/aNM6oApSm48/s200/pink+boot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212931400432318674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Reinvent You (oldie but goodie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Papyrus;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Create in me a clean heart, O God, and &lt;b&gt;renew&lt;/b&gt; a right spirit within me. . . “(Psalm 51:10)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For all of you that are in your mid-twenties I am sure you are just entering or just exiting your quarter-life crisis!  For all of you that are 30 years old or older, SHAME on you for not warning us. &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;The&lt;/st1:personname&gt;re should be a greeting card that you receive on your 25/26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday that is a warning for what is to come.  I remember waking up one day and being totally confused.  Am I in the right career? Am I really, ready to be someone’s wife? Is she really my friend? Is my favorite color purple or green?  All the things that I thought I knew and understood were all in question.  Had I lost my mind? Am I experiencing early Alzheimer’s?  NO! I was experiencing my first quarter-life crisis.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if men experience it like us but it hit me like a ton of bricks.  I was a college graduate, working at my first real job, married, homeowner, and starting a new business.  Professio&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;na&lt;/st1:personname&gt;lly I was doing very well.  &lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;The&lt;/st1:personname&gt; problem was inter&lt;st1:personname st="on"&gt;na&lt;/st1:personname&gt;lly I was a wreck.  I realized that I did not like where I was and who I am becoming.  I always thought I would grow up to be an executive at a top corporation, have 2.5 kids, bake fresh cookies everyday, and be a Girl Scout troop leader. Much to my surprise, I want to run my own corporation, have 1 kid, and I DO NOT LIKE COOKIES!!!&lt;br /&gt;I believe that women change constantly.  Just when we think we have our lives figured out something else spins out of control.  We go through these transformations to prepare us for our next phases in life.   I understand now that this phase is not a crisis but a motivation to reinvent myself.  As women we must reinvent ourselves often.  If you find yourself stuck in a dead end job with no where to turn, reinvent your career! If you are in a dead end relationship that seems to never end, reinvent your love! If you are weary and your burdens seem too hard to bear, reinvent your faith!  I urge each of you to look at yourselves and evaluate your current position in life. I am kicking off those old shoes I use to wear in exchange for a pink, graffiti print stiletto because I am a new ME!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sole Sister&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3233814347979009026-7187603366044752162?l=solesisteronline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/feeds/7187603366044752162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3233814347979009026&amp;postID=7187603366044752162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/7187603366044752162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/7187603366044752162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/2008/06/reinvent-you-oldie-but-goodie-create-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Sole Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044691437547102859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R-piVPJSf3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jPY4ejGv3z8/S220/head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SFgNfUk_eNI/AAAAAAAAACI/aNM6oApSm48/s72-c/pink+boot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233814347979009026.post-1101224104965352875</id><published>2008-06-03T14:29:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:26:21.531-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Scuffed up and worn out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SEWRuLmEeVI/AAAAAAAAACA/oYyyHeKdG-4/s1600-h/new+shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SEWRuLmEeVI/AAAAAAAAACA/oYyyHeKdG-4/s200/new+shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207728766696323410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scuffed Up and Worn Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center;font-family:webdings;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven."&lt;br /&gt;(Ecclesiastes 3:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;I am the worst when it comes to shoes.&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I usually cannot wear the same shoes from season to season.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I scuff them up and wear them out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot explain it but it has always been a problem for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I never have a hard time throwing them out and exchanging them for a new pair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I am so carefree with my shoes why do I hold on to friendships for so long?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I just do not know when it is time to let go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have tried to chase people down that have made it clear that I am no longer important in their lives as I was before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do not know if it is fear of rejection or a need to feel liked but it is something that needs to change.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I received an email one day that stated  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;"People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime". When someone is in your life for a reason they are there to meet a need. They are there for whatever reason you need them to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When someone is in your life for a season they are there for a certain phase in your life. Whether it is your teens, twenties, thirties or during a tough time they are there to teach you something about this season and help you get through.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes these seasonal friends can be mistaken for the next group which is the lifetime friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The lifetime friends are there throughout your ups and downs. They are there during your good phases and life and support you through your bad times. They never leave you but give you honest and healthy support.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I have come to recognize people that fit in each of these categories.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realize that each person was instrumental in my growth as a woman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although it has taken a few painful situations to realize this, I understand their purpose in my life and I can be thankful instead of upset.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I challenge you to think about the different people in your life and accept them for whatever category that they fit in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Realize that many will not be around for a lifetime and learn to love them as long as they are there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have traded in my scuffed up shoes for a unique yellow sandal because I am going to live life in style.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;em  style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Sole Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3233814347979009026-1101224104965352875?l=solesisteronline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/feeds/1101224104965352875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3233814347979009026&amp;postID=1101224104965352875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/1101224104965352875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/1101224104965352875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/2008/06/scuffed-up-and-worn-out.html' title='Scuffed up and worn out'/><author><name>Sole Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044691437547102859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R-piVPJSf3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jPY4ejGv3z8/S220/head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SEWRuLmEeVI/AAAAAAAAACA/oYyyHeKdG-4/s72-c/new+shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233814347979009026.post-6879235748424399497</id><published>2008-05-27T12:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:26:21.675-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Walking in the Unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SDw4CnTCLLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XFlIVy6A8vk/s1600-h/yellow+polka+dot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SDw4CnTCLLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XFlIVy6A8vk/s200/yellow+polka+dot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205096886893161650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;" &gt;Walking in the Unknown&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For we walk by faith and not by sight. . .” (2 Corinthians 5:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have had my share of tough times and hard situations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes, when you vent to your family and friends the first thing everyone says is to have a “little faith”. Now just how much is a little faith? I know you have heard this saying over and over again. They sing it in your church or your pastor says it on Sunday morning but no one is really handing out manuals on how to acquire the needed amount of faith. I am sorry but I will go on record to be the first to admit I was getting tired of hearing this over and over again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I could not feel, see or hear faith.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Faith was something I read about but did not really understand until now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that believing the unknown is one of the hardest things you can do as a Christian.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to stop agreeing with everyone and get real with God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to be honest of my feelings and struggle with faith. It was then that my breakthrough came. I now know that faith was something that I had to build daily.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some people can go through a life changing event and instantly have faith but I am hard headed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I needed more that just situations I need to build faith daily to truly understand it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do not know where you are in this journey of life but faith is needed to survive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Walking down an unknown path is not easy but I am a witness that it works.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I challenge you to tap into your faith and check to see if you need to start building it daily before the tough times come.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you are not in need of a faith check then encourage your friends to keep the faith and pray that they understand what that means.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today I trade in those wore out shoes for a yellow, polka dotted stiletto because I am walking by faith in style.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sole Sister&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3233814347979009026-6879235748424399497?l=solesisteronline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/feeds/6879235748424399497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3233814347979009026&amp;postID=6879235748424399497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/6879235748424399497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/6879235748424399497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/2008/05/walking-in-unknown.html' title='Walking in the Unknown'/><author><name>Sole Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044691437547102859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R-piVPJSf3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jPY4ejGv3z8/S220/head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SDw4CnTCLLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XFlIVy6A8vk/s72-c/yellow+polka+dot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233814347979009026.post-1275534020288661886</id><published>2008-05-14T09:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:26:21.812-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pity party'/><title type='text'>My Very Own Pity Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SCrqLk8IOfI/AAAAAAAAABw/4deKNPGPYEk/s1600-h/purple+shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SCrqLk8IOfI/AAAAAAAAABw/4deKNPGPYEk/s200/purple+shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200226204367993330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“My Very Own Pity Party”  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Humble yourself . . . that he may exalt you in due time." (1 Peter 5:6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been in a slump!!! I didn’t want to curl my hair, put on makeup, or feel like leaving the house!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn’t shower until the afternoon and I ate like Kroger was experiencing a shortage of groceries. I stopped washing the clothes and dishes. My apartment started to look just how I felt. I was having my own pity party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had physically put myself in a hole and did not want to be bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I answered the phone for certain people and always answered &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;FINE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with a smile when asked how I was doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who wants to admit that they feel defeated? Definitely not me! I have a degree and years of experience and I am not even getting interviews. I felt ashamed, broken and worthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt that life had issued me a certificate of defeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I prayed and prayed and praised God every morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I kept waiting for my “blessing to fall down” and would fall deeper and deeper in my slump as each day passed by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My boyfriend thought I was insane and I started to believe him. The funny thing is all this time I was praising God I was not following through with my daily life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I would pray and praise then cuss and complain. (all in the same hour!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please tell me I am not the only one who has experienced the pity party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If so I am hear to say I have shut that party down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had to realize that I needed to follow through with my praise and pray with my daily activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn’t even recognize that in the midst of being unemployed I had a roof over my head and all the bills were paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He provided my business with just enough customers to stay on top of my necessities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are in a slump then I challenge you today to shower, curl your hair, put on your M.A.C makeup and take a walk in the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Write a list down of the positive things and realize that everyone experiences a slump in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have take off those worn out house shoes for a nice purple and gold stiletto because I am embracing life with style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sole Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3233814347979009026-1275534020288661886?l=solesisteronline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/feeds/1275534020288661886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3233814347979009026&amp;postID=1275534020288661886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/1275534020288661886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/1275534020288661886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-very-own-pity-party.html' title='My Very Own Pity Party'/><author><name>Sole Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044691437547102859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R-piVPJSf3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jPY4ejGv3z8/S220/head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SCrqLk8IOfI/AAAAAAAAABw/4deKNPGPYEk/s72-c/purple+shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233814347979009026.post-2217055632644487397</id><published>2008-04-15T10:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:26:22.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tight Fit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SATBpJ_1CEI/AAAAAAAAABg/hgePNCgHp0U/s1600-h/havana+shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SATBpJ_1CEI/AAAAAAAAABg/hgePNCgHp0U/s200/havana+shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189485583440087106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tight Fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Do not be mislead, bad company corrupts good character. . ." (1 Corinthians 15:33)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have these tan stiletto mules designed by Guess that are so cute!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got them on sale at Dillard’s about two years ago.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember walking by the shoe section and immediately seeing them. I swear they were calling me over to buy them. They have become my favorite pair of shoes! I wear them with my fitted jeans and I feel tall and great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The problem is they hurt my feet so bad. I mean as soon as I put them on and walk around they start to hurt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember the first day I wore them. I wore them on the way to the airport to make room in my suitcase for my other shoes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought I was so cute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I parked and made my way to my gate and as soon as I got through security they began to hurt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean they hurt me so bad by the time I made it to my gate I was almost in tears. I had already checked my bag and I had no other options but to continue to wear those shoes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know I am not the only one who has experienced this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Every time I look at them I know they are going to hurt but sometimes I wear them anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is crazy that I wear those shoes even though they give me so much pain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is funny because my tan stiletto is an example of my past relationships.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I continued to stay in friendships and relationships when I knew they were not a good fit. I stayed because I did not want to throw away all the time I had invested. I stayed in friendships because I wanted to be accepted even though they hurt me over and over again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have stayed in friendships that I outgrew only to end in misunderstanding or miscommunication.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realize that these relationships only lead to self destruction. I stop being me to accommodate and nurture a dead-end relationship. If you find yourself in a similar situation I challenge you to take a good look at those painful “shoes” in your life and decide if it is worth it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have decided that from now on I will not only look for style but also comfort.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have thrown out those tan stiletto mules for a bronze, snake skinned platform because I am going to walk in my new relationships with comfort and style.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sole Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3233814347979009026-2217055632644487397?l=solesisteronline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/feeds/2217055632644487397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3233814347979009026&amp;postID=2217055632644487397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/2217055632644487397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/2217055632644487397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/2008/04/tight-fit.html' title='Tight Fit'/><author><name>Sole Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044691437547102859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R-piVPJSf3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jPY4ejGv3z8/S220/head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/SATBpJ_1CEI/AAAAAAAAABg/hgePNCgHp0U/s72-c/havana+shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233814347979009026.post-3545228247235539137</id><published>2008-04-07T11:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:26:22.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekly devotionals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Sinking Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R_o6h_JSf_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/0SxhEYip_9s/s1600-h/orange+platform.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R_o6h_JSf_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/0SxhEYip_9s/s200/orange+platform.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186522276431036402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:20;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sinking Feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Papyrus;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“I pray that Gods great power would make you strong and that you will have joy as you wait and do not give up. . .” &lt;i style=""&gt;(Colossians 1:11, NLV)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you remember the old adventure movies? There was always a scene where someone fell into quicksand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have always been afraid of quicksand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The people in these scenes would look so helpless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They would try aimlessly to grab on a tree limb or a vine to pull them out of the pit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Often times I have felt like I have landed in a pit of quicksand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It would seem like when one bad thing would happen another situation would follow then another bad situation would appear until I was neck deep in a pit of sinking situations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My electric bill would be due, my account would be over drawn, my car would overheat, my boss and I would argue, and my boyfriend would start acting up all in the same week!!!! Then finally when I had enough I would reach for a tree limb or vine to pull myself out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do not know about you but I really do not ask for help or start reaching to save my life until my back is against the wall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As soon as I feel like I have exhausted all options and my blood pressure is to the roof, I fall on my knees and ask God to fix my mess.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean I pull out all the scriptures or sayings I can remember, “He will never leave you nor forsake you” or “He will never put more on you then you can bear”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then to pour it on thick I play my gospel music all day and ask God to give me a SIGN.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then suddenly when I have cried my last tear and my true sincerity finally breaks through God presents me with my breakthrough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now I do not know about you but going through all those emotions is not the way he wants us to live.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I would just praise Him daily and sincerely ask for strength daily then I would not have to aimlessly grab for my tree limb to pull me out. I need to fall on my knees daily thanking God for every situation good or bad. I need to ask God for the strength to get through my situations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I challenge you to develop a daily relationship with him. I have decided to take 5 or 10 minute “check ups” throughout the day to praise Him and thank him for my situations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I challenge you to do the same.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today I have taken off those mudded shoes for an orange, peep toe platform because I am going to praise God in style.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Mistral;font-size:24;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sole Sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3233814347979009026-3545228247235539137?l=solesisteronline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/feeds/3545228247235539137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3233814347979009026&amp;postID=3545228247235539137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/3545228247235539137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/3545228247235539137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/2008/04/sinking-sand.html' title='Sinking Feet'/><author><name>Sole Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044691437547102859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R-piVPJSf3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jPY4ejGv3z8/S220/head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R_o6h_JSf_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/0SxhEYip_9s/s72-c/orange+platform.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233814347979009026.post-2463465028932491962</id><published>2008-03-31T10:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:26:22.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shoe Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R_D58vJSf9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/9USMCA4QBhk/s1600-h/shoe+box.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R_D58vJSf9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/9USMCA4QBhk/s320/shoe+box.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183917992946335698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;"My Shoe Box"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Do not think of yourself more highly than you ought, but rather think of yourself with sober judgment . . ." Romans 12:3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I have realized that I am not so friendly as I appear. I always find favor with strangers and friends but I am not as nice as I thought. I have a problem with putting people in my own "shoe box". My "shoe box" only allows you to act and behave the way I want you to act and behave. If you step out of my "shoe box" I get frustrated an stop all communication. Let me explain. If I have a friend that treats me wrong outside of what my expectations I have for them I stop talking to them and delete them from my cell phone. I never explain to them what they have done I just politely go to my address book on my cell phone and hit DELETE. This has caused me to lose lots of friends over the years.&lt;br /&gt;I have acknowledged this flaw of mine and I realize that I need to love people for who they are and not who I want them to be. Everyone has their own personalities and characteristics. I challenged myself to contact those people that I deleted and apologize for not being honest about my feelings. Whether they accept my apologies or not it was my place to do my part. I will try to love people and accept them for who they are going forward. I know I will never be perfect but I strive to correct the flaws that I have. I have thrown away my "shoe box" of expectations and replaced it with an open heart and mind to accept people for who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sole Sister&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3233814347979009026-2463465028932491962?l=solesisteronline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/feeds/2463465028932491962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3233814347979009026&amp;postID=2463465028932491962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/2463465028932491962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/2463465028932491962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-shoe-box_31.html' title='My Shoe Box'/><author><name>Sole Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044691437547102859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R-piVPJSf3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jPY4ejGv3z8/S220/head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R_D58vJSf9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/9USMCA4QBhk/s72-c/shoe+box.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3233814347979009026.post-5774327961060298885</id><published>2008-03-26T11:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:26:22.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Soles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R-qWYPJSf6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IEZvCZlDWPk/s1600-h/shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R-qWYPJSf6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IEZvCZlDWPk/s320/shoe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182119664369696674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Vanessa/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost Soles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit! I did it again. Every time I get in a relationship I some how lose myself.  If they like golf, I watch Tiger Woods every time he is on TV.  If they like basketball, I am a March Madness Fool!!! If they like marching bands, I am at the next battle of the bands cheering them on.  Why does this seem to happen.  Men do not change their routines so why do we change. Being in a new relationship you spend so much time learning and pleasing each other you forget about yourself.  you stop reading books, watching Oprah, and sneak to read your favorite magazine.  Ok, I might be exaggerating  a little but you know it is true.  Survey your friends and they will agree.  As women we are genetically  wired to nurture and support our loved ones.  It is our position to stroke egos of our men and support them.  The problem is we tend to give up too much.  We give too much to our significant others, children, family and friends and at the end of the day we have no more to give ourselves.  Well, I am trying to work on this in my new relationship.  Whether I go to Barnes and Noble to read, walk around target, or go out for drinks with friends I plan to schedule time for myself.  If you find yourself in this situation then I challenge you to go out and eat your favorite ice cream, watch Oprah, and read a good book.  Take a little bit of yourself back.  Today I have traded in those worn out shoes for a nice turquoise and green rhinestone stiletto because I am taking time for me in style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sole Sister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3233814347979009026-5774327961060298885?l=solesisteronline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/feeds/5774327961060298885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3233814347979009026&amp;postID=5774327961060298885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/5774327961060298885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3233814347979009026/posts/default/5774327961060298885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://solesisteronline.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-shoe-box.html' title='Lost Soles'/><author><name>Sole Sister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05044691437547102859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R-piVPJSf3I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/jPY4ejGv3z8/S220/head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pct3ctryfx0/R-qWYPJSf6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/IEZvCZlDWPk/s72-c/shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
