<?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-7987210520190321417</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:47:41.576-07:00</updated><category term='.'/><title type='text'>23 and Married</title><subtitle type='html'>"My heart lifted my feet, and I danced." But in the meantime, here's some of the rest of my life...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-5282674135627857777</id><published>2009-10-28T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:35:30.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Post At Blogspot</title><content type='html'>This is my final entry at this blog. Please check out my new blog at suitsmeperfectly.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;I am starting a new modis operendi for this blog, sticking more to issues and important ideas than personal updates, unless personal information enhances what's being discussed at my blog. Check it out. Goodbye, Blogspot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-5282674135627857777?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/5282674135627857777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=5282674135627857777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/5282674135627857777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/5282674135627857777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-last-post-at-blogspot.html' title='My Last Post At Blogspot'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-366229176135559196</id><published>2009-10-12T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:42:45.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and News</title><content type='html'>God can be very secretive.&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs says it is the glory of God to conceal a matter, but the glory of kings to seek it out.&lt;br /&gt;He does not hide to prevent being found, but to encourage His bride to search.&lt;br /&gt;My newly acquired job teaching dance ended abruptly this last week when I was informed the economic stress on the dance studio had become too much, and they could no longer afford to employ me. I had been working there about one month when this happened. I know God had a plan for this very short season in my life, even if it was just to gain some experience teaching in an unfamiliar setting. Most of my past teaching experience has been in locations I was comfortable with, and I was given a lot of freedom in how I would teach technique and what exactly I would choreograph. Now I can say I've worked in a totally alien environment, and experienced quite the gambit of new challenges: working with adorable children no older than 5, facing opposition from superiors and students, choreographing multiple levels, and broaching the awkwardness of open rebellion from highschool students. All of this has been extremely valuable, but now I find myself back to looking for the "Now Hiring" signs.&lt;br /&gt;God has something else in mind. Something perfect, like all the rest of His plan, if I can have the sense to see it. Justin continues busy with school, his days full of study and research and choir performances and hanging out with the guys from class. I continue to look for a job and spend my time however I can, often in the house by myself for hours, cleaning or reading or surfing the net. I do enjoy solitude, but only to a point. I have surpassed that point. Visiting my parents in the Springs to help with whatever needs to be done helps break up the monotony, as well as time with Justin. Just this past week we made a trip back in time to the 1920s themed homecoming dance at CCU. I loved getting all dressed up in whatever I have that resembles the era, complete with my hat with the netting falling over the face.&lt;br /&gt;I will also go down to the Springs this weekend to help with my friend's dance apparel store, fitting shoes and leotards for dancers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-366229176135559196?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/366229176135559196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=366229176135559196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/366229176135559196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/366229176135559196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2009/10/thoughts-and-news.html' title='Thoughts and News'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-7114365178930977554</id><published>2009-09-30T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:38:39.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Passed</title><content type='html'>Waiting a month to post has been  a long time for me. Life has sped up, leaving the lazy days of somewhere in the not so distant past. I could believe today were a summer day yet, except for the gusts of wind that pull my hair out of the neat arrangement I placed it in oh so carefully this morning. &lt;div&gt;Ironically I am getting a bit of the "college experience" vicariously through my husband- as he goes to class and does homework, I tag along sometimes and sit with him in the college library, walk the campus with him. It is strange to watch the students passing by and not doing one thing without being ever so intentional about it, especially the girls. I never dressed up to go to class the way some of these girls do! Fully dressed out in trendy heels and a dress, complete with makeup, jewelry, and perfectly styled hair, they walk half a mile or more in the gusting wind to class. What a different culture! I guess if you live on campus, you must look your best on the fifteen minute walk from the dorm to the library, wearing your highest heels, even at the expense of many blisters. I don't even own enough high heels to wear a new pair to class all week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New experiences in the present this fall, but also some blasts from the past. Turns out an ex boyfriend of mine, who spared no expense in insulting my husband and Christian marriage in general, still remains close friends with some people whose respect I would hope to keep. On the one hand, I would hope that true friends would not believe anything slanderous about me, but I also know there are loyalties to their friendship with this person as well. It is in God's hands, but nonetheless a little ruffling. I am not planning on having to defend myself or bring the subject up, as it is possible that this ex boyfriend has gone through a dramatic transformation since the last blow up a few months back. It is also possible that loyal friends will come to my defense. For the most part it just reminds me what dramatic changes happen with time. People who were once inseparable are now at icy odds, or quite nearly at each other's throats. I hate that friendships, and even dating relationships, often end this way. Some things may never be resolved in this life, but on the other side of heaven we will all somehow find ourselves getting along, and truly leaving the past there. God willing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-7114365178930977554?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/7114365178930977554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=7114365178930977554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/7114365178930977554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/7114365178930977554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-passed.html' title='Time Passed'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-6595710375855279889</id><published>2009-08-26T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:58:22.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am pleased to announce that I was contacted this week by Gayton Dance in Northglenn and will be teaching 3 ballet classes a week there! It is such an answer to prayer! I have been so much wanting a job I could care about, be passionate about, put my heart into- not just another 'getting through school' kind of job. I will of course have to get another part time job to supplement the income, but even teaching a few times a week will be a wonderful outlet, and responsibility. I cannot stress enough the importance and weightiness of influencing children and young adults; "for of such is the kingdom of heaven". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nervous to begin, as the students were very attached to their old teacher, and the owners of the studio are very concerned with maintaining and increasing their attendance numbers. I am trusting this to God, because He opened the door for me. He will provide the way through everything I will face in this new and exciting job.&lt;br /&gt;On the same day, we discovered the technical difficulties that had prevented Justin from re-enrolling at CCU and were able to get them cleared up. He'll be starting classes this Tuesday. In the same day God opened both of these doors, answering prayers we've been praying for months- even years, concerning this job. We are so grateful and excited! I will continue to update about my new job after it begins on September 14.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-6595710375855279889?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/6595710375855279889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=6595710375855279889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/6595710375855279889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/6595710375855279889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2009/08/victory.html' title='Victory!'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-5291052028426595852</id><published>2009-08-24T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:49:22.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo, the Times, and the Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpLSaT3oCtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XhpHT1Q7W-U/s1600-h/zoo+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373588654858439378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpLSaT3oCtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XhpHT1Q7W-U/s320/zoo+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpLSaD97wOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HCZ24Bwn4Ak/s1600-h/justin+and+camels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373588650589929698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpLSaD97wOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HCZ24Bwn4Ak/s320/justin+and+camels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An update:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned 23 this past week. Wow old! Justin is not far behind with his coming up in September. We spent a lovely day at the zoo with friends, and then my honey took me on a shopping spree that night! We believe in birthday weeks, not birthday days. The next day we went to dinner and a movie. Then we went out on another date later in the week. And every day we had the excuse to do these things because it's my birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still looking for jobs; applied to about 6 places in the last week. I really want a job I care about this time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still in serious prayer for my mother. As some of you may know, she was diagnosed with MS this year. However, the doctor's diagnosis is not what matters- God's diagnosis is! Thank God in advance for her total healing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made a wonderful spice cake last night; so good with brown butter drizzle! Fortunately there were two cakes- one to share with friends and one to keep! haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother Aaron is preparing to leave for YWAM on the tenth of September. Praying for all of his funds and more to come in in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As time ticks by, don't stop praying for the freedom and protection of not only this country, but also all believers. The days are evil, the time is short. Be mindful of the time we live in, because Jesus said, "Behold! I am coming soon! " There isn't a moment to waste in bringing God's kingdom to earth, and to the hearts of all of those that are lost without Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-5291052028426595852?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/5291052028426595852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=5291052028426595852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/5291052028426595852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/5291052028426595852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2009/08/zoo-times-and-search.html' title='The Zoo, the Times, and the Search'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpLSaT3oCtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XhpHT1Q7W-U/s72-c/zoo+birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-6088711291612193491</id><published>2009-08-07T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:14:51.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Surprised</title><content type='html'>As the town hall meetings and debates over the proposed healthcare reform bill continue, I should just stop being surprised by the media's typical wholesale sell out to the liberal and democratic viewpoint. I followed a link today from yahoo.com homepage to an article on riots that had broken out during a town hall meeting discussing the healthcare changes. I could find approx. five out of seven articles that claimed the "right wing activists and corporations" were inciting people to violence and practically brain washing the poor mindless Americans to protest the bill. This kind of thinking is exactly the sort that allows democratic leaders in Congress to give themselves the luxury of taking control of the common man: they believe that the poor imbecile on the street needs an all powerful government to baby sit and coddle him, because the senseless citizens and voters of this country don't have the intelligence to run their own lives. I thought this was a country "by the people, for the people". Some would have this a country "of the ruling class, for the good of the government." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a political activist for politic's sake. I make the statements I do because I believe that as a follower of Christ, we are part of His plan for reclaiming creation for the Kingdom of God. That includes our governments, our economies, and our personal lives. I am opposed to the idea that Christians should mind their own business and stay in the church buildings; the Word of God commands us to go and make disciples of all NATIONS... I really think many of us could do well to stay in our home country and just work on making this nation a disciple of Christ, a part of His kingdom here on earth. I love freedom, and I love this country. I loved growing up watching cartoons of Ben Franklin and his wonderful inventions, and being part of this country which boldly stood up against its oppressors in England. We should not cease to stand up against the oppressors now. Our freedom is being threatened quietly, legally, with no legal recourse against it. That is the terrifying part. Thankfully, "greater is He who is in me, than he who is in the world." It is unavoidable that satan is the prince of the power of the air, that he has some right to the goings on here on earth. But he is not all powerful, and his machinations should not go unchecked. As believers and as good citizens of this beautiful country, we must stand up for freedom, for the lives of the innocent, for this world which is becoming the Kingdom of our Lord and of His Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we should begin with repentance. With asking a Holy God to have mercy on this nation which has fallen so far from holy. Beginning with ourselves. To forgive us for our children that we've murdered, for throwing Him out of our schools, for sitting down silently while perversion is made acceptable, legal. For not guarding the eyes of our young men from "adult entertainment".  What in the world makes us think sin is adult entertainment? But that's another blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"God, end abortion; send revival to America. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7987210520190321417-6088711291612193491?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/6088711291612193491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=6088711291612193491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/6088711291612193491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/6088711291612193491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2009/08/not-surprised.html' title='Not Surprised'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-3272100610307761705</id><published>2009-08-03T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:47:53.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your mother and Euthenasia</title><content type='html'>We all know what euthenasia is. Something horrible people do in warring barbaric countries in un-enlightened places else where. Or is it? The new healthcare bill proposed by the democratic party and promoted by our president is exactly that. This bill will require all those living in America (except congress, of course) to be obliged to fall under this healthcare plan, whether they want to or not. You will be forced to attend a "counselling session" every 5 years to discuss how you can refuse medical care, refuse treatments, and allow yourself to die earlier, so as not to be an inconvenience to the state. You will also be subject to a board of politicians who will decide whether or not you have outlived your usefulness to society, and therefore if you will be denied medical treatments when you're ill. Don't like it? Obama does. But God is not mocked. When men try to take God's place there will always be repercussions. Stalin also adopted "healthcare reform" and nationalized healthcare; his country went bankrupt within the year. Nazi Germany also started their euthenasia and murder of the "weak and undesireable" through the health care system. God, spare us from going the way these went. Read more, and better yet, read the bill for yourself. Contact your representatives, and do not be silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Stand up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Proverbs 31:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Learn More: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liberty.edu/media/9980/attachments/healthcare_overview_obama_072909.pdf"&gt;http://www.liberty.edu/media/9980/attachments/healthcare_overview_obama_072909.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And contact your representatives to take a stand for justice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.capwiz.com/afanet/issues/alert/?alertid=13812796&amp;amp;type=CO"&gt;http://www.capwiz.com/afanet/issues/alert/?alertid=13812796&amp;amp;type=CO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-3272100610307761705?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/3272100610307761705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=3272100610307761705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/3272100610307761705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/3272100610307761705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-mother-and-euthenasia.html' title='Your mother and Euthenasia'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-856512564928264787</id><published>2009-07-25T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:03:12.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink tutu with Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SmtkpsuJWsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0qRcP3gn82U/s1600-h/dance10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362490448856832706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SmtkpsuJWsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0qRcP3gn82U/s320/dance10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SmtkpCmbW9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/b2J8EOfAEXI/s1600-h/dance1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362490437550169042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SmtkpCmbW9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/b2J8EOfAEXI/s320/dance1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent about an hour today at a local ballet studio where I taught a class for what was supposed to be 6-8 year olds. It was more like 5-13 year olds; wow. It was a blessing to be able to do this, share with little girls the love of dance. But it was also a bit of an adventure- some of the girls seemed more interested in hanging off the barre or sitting on the floor than dancing. But what can you expect from 6 year olds? They do their best. The owners of the studio seemed fairly pleased with my teaching, although I still have to wait to hear back from them about a permanent position. I could really get used to that. :) I enjoyed the time, although it is nerve wracking not knowing the outcome. It is in God's hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-856512564928264787?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/856512564928264787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=856512564928264787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/856512564928264787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/856512564928264787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2009/07/pink-tutu-with-roses.html' title='Pink tutu with Roses'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SmtkpsuJWsI/AAAAAAAAAF0/0qRcP3gn82U/s72-c/dance10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-4769032832902187479</id><published>2009-07-24T16:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:33:17.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hello readers,&lt;br /&gt;This week I have been preparing for a very exciting opportunity! I am guest teaching tomorrow at a dance studio close to our place; it's like a dance interview to get a teaching job there. I will be teaching 6-8 year olds ballet! Very exciting but a bit nerve wracking. I am almost completely prepared, with music in hand, and would appreciate all of your prayers as I'm a bit nervous! This is the kind of opportunity I've been praying for. We'll see how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-4769032832902187479?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/4769032832902187479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=4769032832902187479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/4769032832902187479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/4769032832902187479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-8007531522053540579</id><published>2009-07-12T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:53:30.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Names</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SlqvsoZwWoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qt8v8A8rMUU/s1600-h/bible_scripture_magisterium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357787888005175938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SlqvsoZwWoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qt8v8A8rMUU/s320/bible_scripture_magisterium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently an old friend contacted me through email and asked me how much I have studied the Bible, and what I feel are legitimate names to use for God, without straying from His true identity. I thought I'd post my response:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I have studied the Bible in my own way, in my own time, some in school like setting and some in my private time with God over the years. The names of God that you mention are from the Greek and Hebrew translations, and interestingly enough, are not specifically His Name either. The term "Yaweh" is actually often mispronounced. In the original it is a clustering of Hebrew consonant sounds, similar to in English what would be an inpronouncible jumble of letters, like kljdf or kmnknkn. The difference is the Hebrew word, when pronounced directly, is not a word at all, but produces a sound similar to an inhal of breath- Yaweh. We pronounce it as a solid word, but it may be that the breath like noise is more a reflection of our God being the Great I Am, the author of life, of breath. You could look at Rob Bell's video clips online- they're called the Nooma videos and you can search for them. He talks about this title of God in particular. As far as the many other names of God, Jehovah Jaira, meaning my provider, and Jehovah Rapha, and Lord, are many other Biblical names for the one true God, whom we worship. I don't think they are worldly abstractions of His true identity; although in speaking to someone of a Muslim or Hindu background, and in today's crazy world either Jehovah's witnesses or Mormons, you may need to clarify using Biblical Scripture who they mean when they say God. Because sadly, particularly in Mormonism, you will find that they use the exact same titles for God, possibly even including the Hebrew term Yaweh, to describe someone who is definitely not I Am, the God I serve. Jesus is the Hebrew human name given to our God when He came to us in bodily form; this is a completely Scriptural and correct name to call Him by. Lord also describes one of His positionings over us, as it is used in reference to a servant and a master. In the feudal systems of Europe, a vassal, or servant on a lord's land, did what the lord of the land instructed and paid homage to him. We do this with our God as well. This term is widely used in the original Hebrew and Greek describing Jehovah, Yaweh. Many of these titles are similar to different titles that may be used for a person like you or me. My name is April Suits, sister, wife, dance director, student, etc. These are all titles for me. But they only speak of me individually. They help describe who I am and what I do. The Biblical titles we see for God are similar. I feel that as long as God uses names for Himself in the letter He wrote to us, His Word, they are appropriate names to call Him. Once again, clarification may be in order when conversing with people that do not see the Bible as the one and only true word of God. For questions like this, looking at the Bible should be your ultimate authority on the subject."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-8007531522053540579?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/8007531522053540579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=8007531522053540579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/8007531522053540579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/8007531522053540579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2009/07/names.html' title='Names'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SlqvsoZwWoI/AAAAAAAAAD0/qt8v8A8rMUU/s72-c/bible_scripture_magisterium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-511834589584925109</id><published>2009-07-09T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:31:45.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>I have decided the hardest part about dancing is the transition between the studio and the rest of the world. When I am at a dance studio, I am settled there and feel I could go on forever. Take multiple classes in a row. Never leave the environment. When I am at home, I am at rest, and don't want to bother changing clothes and driving to class. When at peace at home, it is so difficult to rend myself between two worlds- the world of dance, and my personal life. Actually, they are both personal lives, but two separate ones. It is very beautiful when I can swing dance with Justin, and the two worlds meet. But it is so sluggish and difficult to drag myself off the marley floor and away from the barre to the drudgeries of daily life; it is so difficult to wrench myself from the comforts of home to the starkness of an empty studio and the cold of wearing nothing but a leotard. I am home in both worlds; moving between them is the hard part. But I could never leave one for the other; I could never limit myself to one world. That is what creates so many one dimensional dancers, who have sacrificed life and family for the stage. One dimensional people are also made by those who remain in the mundane and never stretch out to experience the magical world of art. Dance without the enrichment of a deep personal life and spiritual life is flat and emotionless. The affectations of the dancer are all fake. The life of a person who remains on the ground and does not attempt to express their spriritual and emotional life through art is trapping their inspiration, their muse, preventing the beauty and rawness of their experiences from being shared with a watching world. A world that needs to experience not only the love of dance, but the love of God through dance. Dance expresses things words cannot, and the spiritual cannot always be expressed in words. God, let my body be a tool in your hands, to show the world the beauty of your love and sacrifice, the beauty of soaring with you in the heavenlies, the beauty of being unrestrained by this physical world. Stretching toward the way you meant us to live, the life you meant us to have, and the intimacy I find with you, only through worshipping you with the dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-511834589584925109?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/511834589584925109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=511834589584925109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/511834589584925109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/511834589584925109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2009/07/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-8491917431283856423</id><published>2009-07-07T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:12:06.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been looking for jobs and for my 'place' here in Northglenn. It seems no ready options are presenting themselves. All the places I have applied to, that I had the most hope for and interest in, appear to be out of the question. No available or affordable dance classes have come in to view, and I find myself with nothing to do but laundry and grocery shopping. Justin's school keeps him fairly busy, but we spend time together when we can. There are always waiting stages in life, and it looks like I'm in another one.&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, yesterday was our one year anniversary. We spent a lovely and boiling hot day at Elitch Gardens, where we enjoyed the antics of the sea lions, got matching air brush tattoos, and my honey won me a teddy bear! We relaxed at home before heading to DiCicco's for a cozy Italian dinner. My tortellone al fredo was amazing! Afterward we took a leisurely walk through Old Town Arvada. At home we enjoyed our top layer of wedding cake- amazingly preserved for an entire year! We are so grateful to God for the incredible first year He gave us, seeing us through the hard times and blessing us with great ones. We dedicated this next year to God, looking with anticipation to the wonderful things I know He has in mind.&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-8491917431283856423?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/8491917431283856423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=8491917431283856423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/8491917431283856423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/8491917431283856423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2009/07/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-6490462645899661710</id><published>2009-06-29T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:55:06.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Invasion</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Justin and I visited Power Invasion Ministries in Lakewood. It was such a blessing to us to listen to the truth of the Word being preached, accompanied with power. Later that day, I joined their outreach team for an evening 'carnival' at the park. I set up the face painting table for the kids, and painted many Spidermans on many, many faces. I loved it. The weather was perfect. People were prayed for and delivered, their arms filled with bread and clothing and toys. It was wonderful to see the Church operating the way it was meant to- providing for each other's spiritual needs, and not just the physical. A piece of bread can only go so far. But a piece of bread with the Bread of Life can change a life forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-6490462645899661710?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/6490462645899661710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=6490462645899661710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/6490462645899661710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/6490462645899661710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2009/06/power-invasion.html' title='Power Invasion'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-8998569165454981141</id><published>2009-06-16T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:22:49.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Church, youth group, and where I am today</title><content type='html'>I spent some time reading Pastor Aaron Stern's blog this afternoon. It brought back so many memories- him officiating our wedding, sitting in a School of Worship classroom learning the finer points of spiritual gifts, many, many nights at the Mill, time at New Life Church.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, New Life Church.&lt;br /&gt;Although I spent many wonderful years there, many hard memories come up too. Some of my dearest friends have come from my time there, as well as some things I wouldn't mind leaving in the past. However, it is strange, even though I have not attended that church for nearly two years, I find myself feeling even more detached from my life there as I live in Denver. I say my life, because it was church, family, home, school, and work. Not kidding. I lived with New Life students, worked and got paid, worked and didn't get paid, went to school, went to church, went to small group, dancing, movies, putt putt, nights out, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, New Life Church.&lt;br /&gt;I have taken with me priceless lessons- on surviving a total leadership overthrow, surviving bad relationships, co-dependent relationships, group leadership, administration, prayer, travel, witnessing, and so much more. I have also brought away a few chips on my shoulder; I won't deny it. When I re-enter ministry on a church level, some things will have to be relearned.&lt;br /&gt;I at once miss and am happy to escape my time at New Life. And the Mill. I love Aaron Stern and so many of the other wonderful people there, but I am also grateful for the new direction God appears to be taking me and my husband. In a land beyond... somewhere that I don't run into twelve people I know from the Mill at every neighborhood coffee shop. Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-8998569165454981141?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/8998569165454981141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=8998569165454981141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/8998569165454981141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/8998569165454981141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2009/06/church-youth-group-and-where-i-am-today.html' title='Church, youth group, and where I am today'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-472486001889202364</id><published>2009-06-10T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:36:49.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Northglenn, CO</title><content type='html'>Here I am, sitting in a quaint little coffee shop just a hop from our new apartment in Northglenn, Colorado. Weather continues cloudy, with a dash of rain, as it has since we began the move last Monday. An unexpected amount of friends showed up to help, much to my relief. The move went fairly quickly, and, despite some boxes and bags on the floor, I can say we are pretty much moved in. Our new complex boasts a 3-tiered outdoor pool and hottub, work out room, and racquetball court. Justin is thinking he'll have to try his hand at it. The apartment complex itself is  a great deal smaller and quieter than our old one, with tall trees shading every nook and cranny, and flowering bushes lining the walks. I am friends with the neighborhood squirrels. One of my favorite features is that our parking lot is just adjacent to a farm, which heaven set down so conveniently in the middle of the city. The fresh fruit and flower market is right next to the road, and the horses and cows can often be seen grazing in the pasture. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;On the rougher side- I am still looking for a new job here. Justin is taking full time summer classes, and I am... not. Hopefully I will find the right place soon, as well as a good dance studio where I can keep up with my ballet. T&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got a hair cut :)&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for his faithfulness in bringing his children out to the new places he has planned for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-472486001889202364?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/472486001889202364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=472486001889202364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/472486001889202364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/472486001889202364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2009/06/northglenn-co.html' title='Northglenn, CO'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-6911855429840153560</id><published>2009-05-07T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:20:09.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG CHANGES</title><content type='html'>If you don't usually read my blog because it is too philosophical, this is the entry for you. All practics. An update on the lives of the Suits.&lt;br /&gt;In the next month and a half, Justin and I will be moving to the Denver-Lakewood area. Justin will be returning to Colorado Christian University in the fall to continue his youth ministry degree. I will continue to work full time and probably take some studio dance on the side. Please send up prayers for us, as we have not solidified where we will live or work, but we're on a tight time frame. We are both so excited about what God is doing, and we're confident that He has good thing waiting for us in Denver. He has directed us to move there, so we know he has lots of great things in mind. Please make sure to stay in touch with us as we'll be just a bit further away; we may also be needing some help moving as the time draws nearer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-6911855429840153560?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/6911855429840153560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=6911855429840153560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/6911855429840153560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/6911855429840153560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-changes.html' title='BIG CHANGES'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-5535355788325601635</id><published>2009-03-22T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:54:11.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/ScbrqiBqc3I/AAAAAAAAACs/UuY_0gDnA-o/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316195526078264178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/ScbrqiBqc3I/AAAAAAAAACs/UuY_0gDnA-o/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could I feel like anyone else when my prince took me to the Glass Slipper Ball? Recently my in-laws invited Justin and I to this ball fundraiser. I dressed in my best Belle look-alike dress, and Justin dressed in his dashing prince attire, and we were off to the ball. It began and seven and ended at midnight- that's when I turn back into a pumpkin. It was a magical night. We sampled cuisine from all the finest restaurants and caterers in Colorado Springs, and voted on the best display from the top florists. We got to dance some, and were blessed with free professional shots by the kind photographer who was capturing the event. We went home tired and happy- and no one had any idea I was really Cinderella, making my debut at the ball in a consignment store prom dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-5535355788325601635?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/5535355788325601635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=5535355788325601635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/5535355788325601635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/5535355788325601635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2009/03/cinderella.html' title='Cinderella'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/ScbrqiBqc3I/AAAAAAAAACs/UuY_0gDnA-o/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-1592067222900461917</id><published>2009-01-14T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:59:47.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still nothing.</title><content type='html'>I had nothing to say a while ago, and still nothing. Of course that's what people say when they know if they start talking it will go on and on and on and on and on and frankly my fingers don't have that kind of energy, fortunately for you. I'm tired. In plenty of ways. Looking around the corner, but peeking just doesn't work. This is when walking by faith and not by sight comes in- when you can't see around the corner, but you take that step anyway. First one foot....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-1592067222900461917?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/1592067222900461917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=1592067222900461917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/1592067222900461917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/1592067222900461917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-nothing.html' title='Still nothing.'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-3584956481063728392</id><published>2008-12-17T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:40:50.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's making a list...</title><content type='html'>Nope, not Santa. I remember my mom never liked songs about Santa Claus, and being good for goodness' sake, because it taught little ones to behave for Santa, not Jesus. A clever ploy of the enemy to get the focus off of my Savior, don't you think? But not in my house. No sir. "Santa is just a man dressed up, like a clown". That's what my ever-honest parents taught me; and somehow the lack of Santa never took any of the magic out of the season. Nutcrackers and sugar plum fairies and snowflakes and the impending birthday of Jesus on the way- who needs Santa?&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, faithful readers, and remember Emmanuel- God with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-3584956481063728392?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/3584956481063728392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=3584956481063728392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/3584956481063728392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/3584956481063728392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2008/12/hes-making-list.html' title='He&apos;s making a list...'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-859416072237846023</id><published>2008-11-13T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:59:33.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Etc.</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write something but didn't know what. I had thought about writing exactly what I wish I could do to all the upstart chicks that flirt with my husband; I had thought about writing something political or spiritual. Much the same.&lt;br /&gt;At any rate I sit at home on a Thursday night, finally off work, waiting for Justin to be off work. I find I am not where I would like to be. Not positionally, but spiritually. Work adds into this also. My promotion after just a few weeks of work didn't make me any friends, let me tell you. But God must have a plan; it was a  huge blessing for us, but I prefer my employees to like me, or at least respect me. Hopefully things are improving even now.&lt;br /&gt;I am gearing up for the BIG SURPRISE for my husband's Christmas present... due to the nature of the present, I will be giving it to him next week. And I'm almost more excited than he is! I will note his response after that fateful day.&lt;br /&gt;I hate writing and feeling like I have nothing useful to say. I want to be a blessing to people who randomly come across this blog, and never share empty words. I feel like that's what I'm doing. I will be back when I am productive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-859416072237846023?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/859416072237846023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=859416072237846023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/859416072237846023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/859416072237846023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2008/11/etc.html' title='Etc.'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-7901135142811806025</id><published>2008-10-26T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:25:35.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BARACK DOES NOT QUALIFY FOR PRESIDENT</title><content type='html'>Go to this link. America needs to know who this man really is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOzFl-Gm_Kc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TOzFl-Gm_Kc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be apathetic. God is merciful; if we humble ourselves and pray, He will heal our land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-7901135142811806025?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/7901135142811806025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=7901135142811806025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/7901135142811806025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/7901135142811806025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2008/10/barack-does-not-qualify-for-president.html' title='BARACK DOES NOT QUALIFY FOR PRESIDENT'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-897130904137344197</id><published>2008-10-20T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:25:44.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Grown Up</title><content type='html'>You know you've become an adult when your day off consists of cleaning, laundry, and going grocery shopping while your husband is at work.&lt;br /&gt;For me this also includes home work. Just to spice things up. But I am grateful to not be at work or school(even though my day off also included reading and a form for my work training).&lt;br /&gt;As the month comes closer to an end, the election and the many important initiatives being presented are ever pressing. I am confident that my urgency about this is not political activism, but a righteous indignation and conviction that we MUST have a president who protects the unborn, marriage, and family. We must nominate judges who will do the same. Many may treat this time as a capricious experiment,  being swayed by rhetoric and popularity and charm, rather than Godliness versus worldliness, and the consequences of both. There can be no separation for the believer between their "Christian Life" and their "political life". A Christian or Godly life necessitates that life will stretch into all realms, otherwise it is just "doing church" like so many religious hypocrites. Do not let that be you. Do not let the devil hold sway in America. Do not be silent. Awake, oh sleeper! Let the glory of the Lord shine upon you, and His righteousness be proven in the earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-897130904137344197?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/897130904137344197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=897130904137344197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/897130904137344197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/897130904137344197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-grown-up.html' title='All Grown Up'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-4093587837809381436</id><published>2008-10-09T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:15:41.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'>LIFE</title><content type='html'>Because babies are a little more important than polar bears,&lt;br /&gt;Colorado citizens...&lt;br /&gt;A very important amendment will be voted on this election season. With all the excitement over the presidential election, it's easy to let things like this slip through the cracks, but we can't let an opportunity like this pass us by. A college student, just like you and me, studying law, wrote this amendment, and it's simple:&lt;br /&gt;Amendment 48 states that the term person or persons shall apply to any human being from the time of conception.&lt;br /&gt;This is known as the Personhood Amendment, following with the famous Dr. Seuss line, "A person's  a person, no matter how small." The passing of this amendment will be a huge victory for those seeking to protect life and family at all levels. Turn your prayers and your votes toward life; VOTE YES ON AMENDMENT 48. God is moving, and He promises to protect orphans and widows. Let's do the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-4093587837809381436?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/4093587837809381436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=4093587837809381436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/4093587837809381436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/4093587837809381436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2008/10/life.html' title='LIFE'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-6813298337273095077</id><published>2008-09-26T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T18:39:03.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>The other night I ran into an old friend that I have not been in contact with for a few years. We went our separate ways when this girl- for argument's sake, call her Jill- felt that I stole one of my ex boyfriends from her. This literally happened over two years ago; the facts are too messy to even think of blogging. The point is, I saw her the other night... the first topic she brought up was my ex boyfriend. She was very intentional about making sure I knew she had been seeing him practically every day this summer, and that she knew what was going on in his life. I was amazed that after two years this girl was still holding onto a &lt;em&gt;perceived &lt;/em&gt;wrong; something that didn't actually happen, but to her is worth a grudge of two years, which also cost a friendship. It was sad to see. I was prepared to leave the past where it belongs. Unfortunately, it can take a long time to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-6813298337273095077?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/6813298337273095077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=6813298337273095077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/6813298337273095077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/6813298337273095077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2008/09/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-6922928470235143422</id><published>2008-09-19T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:10:52.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SNPdEB1SW4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/qQWlckz9dKc/s1600-h/Picture0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247781052097911682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SNPdEB1SW4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/qQWlckz9dKc/s320/Picture0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I came down with pink eye. Someone doesn't want me serving God that's for sure. But it's healing nicely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a manager meeting at work, which was pretty overwhelming. I received a lot of assignments that I don't feel ready for, as I am still being trained and that sort of thing. Regardless, the pay is nice, and I feel like I'm learning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am working on school still also, which is a little hard to keep up with when I have been sick so much. Fortunately I have merciful teachers. And, praise God, Justin has somehow managed not to pick up any of my illnesses! More news to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-6922928470235143422?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/6922928470235143422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=6922928470235143422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/6922928470235143422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/6922928470235143422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2008/09/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SNPdEB1SW4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/qQWlckz9dKc/s72-c/Picture0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-3171659212591377953</id><published>2008-09-13T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:33:10.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Time Does Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SMyh1wFKSMI/AAAAAAAAABc/YaePMYwjHXM/s1600-h/fourofus"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245745610791471298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SMyh1wFKSMI/AAAAAAAAABc/YaePMYwjHXM/s320/fourofus" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year, I began spending time with a new group of friends. This brought me into closer contact with this amazing man I now call my husband. It also began meaningful friendships with several others; I remember when Kyle and Mindy first started flirting... then dating... then Kyle asked Justin and I to help with his surprise proposal. We now look forward to being part of their wedding in the spring. My, how time does fly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-3171659212591377953?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/3171659212591377953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=3171659212591377953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/3171659212591377953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/3171659212591377953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-time-does-fly.html' title='How Time Does Fly'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SMyh1wFKSMI/AAAAAAAAABc/YaePMYwjHXM/s72-c/fourofus' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-5997695660473499422</id><published>2008-09-10T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:09:07.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Events</title><content type='html'>This week I interviewed with Deb's district manager and was promoted to the assistant manager position! I began my training today. It's  a bit of  a rough transition, with all the turnover now that the store manager went back to college, so it will be a challenge getting everything into tip top shape, but we can do it! Thank you God for a job opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;I am also still working on getting up from this obnoxious impetigo. Hopefully this new antibiotic will kick it. In the mean time, I still have class to go to, and home work to keep up on. My math class is proving to be a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;As my facebook is still locking me out, this will be my only form of online communication, so please feel free to leave me notes here or text me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-5997695660473499422?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/5997695660473499422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=5997695660473499422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/5997695660473499422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/5997695660473499422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2008/09/current-events.html' title='Current Events'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-1038655458717829704</id><published>2008-09-07T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:33:01.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impetigo Part II</title><content type='html'>So today I woke up with a relapse of that dreadful condition impetigo. Missing work again; hopefully not school on Tuesday. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, someone has taken it upon themselves to change my facebook password. There is some kind of important info on there that I would like to get into, but patience takes a hand, and I'll have to wait until it can be reset. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-1038655458717829704?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/1038655458717829704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=1038655458717829704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/1038655458717829704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/1038655458717829704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2008/09/impetigo-part-ii.html' title='Impetigo Part II'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-3689167611676411283</id><published>2008-08-30T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T08:57:40.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>This blog is slightly different from my others because it focuses more on the current events of my life than what I am thinking or feeling, so for those of you who don't see me often, check it out:&lt;br /&gt;This past week I was diagnosed with impetigo, a form of strep that breaks out on the skin. I missed some school and work, but I'm no longer contagious, and on the way up. Thank you God you're the Healer!&lt;br /&gt;I also am in my second week of work at Deb. I enjoy the work and the company of the other co-workers; next week I hope to interview for the assistant manager position, so please be praying that the right thing comes about. I know some other more experienced girls are applying as well.&lt;br /&gt;Justin's birthday is coming up this Monday! Shoot him a text or a call and let him know we're all glad God has kept him with us 22 years. I have been plotting some things for him...&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, a job position as a dance coach that I was very interested in passed me by because of the impetigo and the fact that I had already been hired at Deb by the time they got back to me. God knows.&lt;br /&gt;Justin and I are both in school this semester, me pursuing my Associate of Arts in Dance, and Justin his degree in Youth Ministry. Which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Write me a comment if you have any other questions or would like to leave your mark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-3689167611676411283?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/3689167611676411283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=3689167611676411283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/3689167611676411283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/3689167611676411283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2008/08/update.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-2928042627648685514</id><published>2008-08-15T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:16:10.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THUNDER</title><content type='html'>Last night I was awakened by the most terrific noise. I've heard loud thunder before, but this was different. Completely. It was the most vicious noise I've ever heard nature create on its own. It was an explosive growl followed by multiple shocks of lightning in rapid succession. I usually like thunder, but the sound I heard last night was awful. While laying frozen in my bed by the incredible din outside, I was still somehow tempted to go to the window and watch the sky wreak havoc on the earth below. When Justin got up to look out, the storm had been so awful I almost asked him if anything was still there.&lt;br /&gt;I groggily dragged myself to the living room this morning, and the rain was still falling, a  steady and light rain that kept the sky dark and the ground wet. It interferes with my gardening plans, but oh, it's a beautiful, drowsy day outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He made darkness His covering, His canopy around Him- the dark rain clouds of the sky. Out of the brightness of His presence clouds advanced, with hailstones and bolts of lightning; the Lord thundered from heaven; the voice of the Most High resounded;"&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 18:11-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great is our God! He makes clouds and flames of fire His messengers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-2928042627648685514?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/2928042627648685514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=2928042627648685514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/2928042627648685514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/2928042627648685514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2008/08/thunder.html' title='THUNDER'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-6354976522031747174</id><published>2008-08-12T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:32:19.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Song</title><content type='html'>Why do our prayers sound more like rigid rhetoric than love songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Him:&lt;br /&gt;Creative authority. He brings creative authority.&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, when will I see your real conviction in the earth? Your Spirit moving, entire cities being changed when people you really sent move throughout the earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world as You intended it. Let us see the world as you intended it. Artists have been trying to make renditions of how they imagine your perfect world, Oh God. I think it's a world where our prayers sound like love songs. Where it's all about the secret place, the silence, the darkness. Let us watch and pray, and wait impatiently, with an awareness of the hour. Let us desperately await Your return. Let us, Oh God, forget our ridiculous formulas and ideas for youth ministry, our money and our promotions and the posters. Let it all be replaced with HUNGER. With you. With a yearning and groaning for God. Where are You? Let my heart wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Wake, Oh sleeper! The glory of the Lord has come upon you, to preach good news to the poor. When is the last time I have spoken this Good News to anyone? Why so down cast, oh my soul? So dead? So dry? So empty of longing?&lt;br /&gt;Wake, Oh sleeper!&lt;br /&gt;Let your humbleness come upon me, Jesus. Let the glory of the Lord rise upon you. May your people look and see the brackets you set on history, on creation- man walking with God, intimate with God, face to face. Speaking to each other face to face, as Moses did with you, as with a friend. How blessed are those who see you face to face! Set my heart on fire to seek and find you the way they did. Be my passion.&lt;br /&gt;You are the One I've been waiting for. My Great God. My beautiful Love. The Lover of Creation and the Lover of my Soul.&lt;br /&gt;Ask and you shall receive.&lt;br /&gt;Oh God I ask. Give me You. Give me the desire and the passion and the fire and the irresistible longing to BE with you.&lt;br /&gt;I will not fit in. I will walk in the dust of my teacher. Jesus save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-6354976522031747174?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/6354976522031747174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=6354976522031747174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/6354976522031747174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/6354976522031747174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-song.html' title='A Love Song'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-2587019693439071921</id><published>2008-08-12T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:02:03.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a very restful place</title><content type='html'>right here. i'm sitting in the living room of OUR apartment. my husband is playing so beautifully on the piano; i can never get him to own up to how good he is on it. so talented. and then he sings along with the gorgeous notes ringing out. sigh. it's amazing. i could listen to him, in this very restful place, all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have another job interview which I really don't want to do. I already accepted this job over at Deb; I hope I'm not the fox opening my mouth for the bigger bone and losing the one I already have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-2587019693439071921?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/2587019693439071921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=2587019693439071921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/2587019693439071921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/2587019693439071921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2008/08/very-restful-place.html' title='a very restful place'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-8682970646150818571</id><published>2008-08-09T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:34:19.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Job!</title><content type='html'>Just like I've been waiting for! It's at a little girly shop in the mall called Deb. It doesn't start out paying much, but my hope is God will turn it into something. Thank you God for a job- even just a little one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much sadder note, I just found out that a friend of mine lost her mom to cancer a little over a week ago. She and I were pretty close til she moved to Cali a few years ago. I had no idea it was so serious; she had only mentioned it to me once. I can only be glad she is with Jesus and that her family is with a great church that will take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things change so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-8682970646150818571?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/8682970646150818571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=8682970646150818571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/8682970646150818571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/8682970646150818571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2008/08/job.html' title='A Job!'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-2352676722763797420</id><published>2008-08-04T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:10:51.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Coffee</title><content type='html'>I love that my hubby works at Starbucks. I can sit here comfortably waiting for him to get off work, also knowing there will probably be a sweet treat for me at the end of his shift!&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Freedom Church for quiet time during the 90 Days of hosting God's presence. Not that we don't do that always, but it's a special time. It was so restful being there. Just sitting. It was lovely. I read and journaled(none of your business) and generally enjoyed a respite from life. A sabbath moment. Like right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-2352676722763797420?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/2352676722763797420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=2352676722763797420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/2352676722763797420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/2352676722763797420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-coffee.html' title='Some Coffee'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-8146342580653415332</id><published>2008-08-03T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T13:46:02.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Time</title><content type='html'>I am bored. Sadly, I think I wouldn't be if I had a job. Working on that. In the mean time, it's beautiful outside and I get to see my hubby any time he's not at work.&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling spiritually dry. Lately, I have spent a little more time reading and spending time with God but I don't feel that motivated; it's not enough. Fortunately, the more you seek, the more you desire. That's what I need: more desire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-8146342580653415332?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/8146342580653415332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=8146342580653415332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/8146342580653415332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/8146342580653415332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2008/08/too-much-time.html' title='Too Much Time'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7987210520190321417.post-4773496116100661112</id><published>2008-08-02T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T18:51:14.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A First Attempt</title><content type='html'>I have never blogged before. Sounds typical, I know. I thought I never would, that it was a waste of time, but an old friend inspired me. I realize in my case this is more  a release, more like journalling. I have a written journal, but that is my super personal one, thank you very much! I will write here abstract and public ideas that won't be too awkward for public viewing.&lt;br /&gt;I am recently married- happily married. On a beautiful summer day I walked down a sun drenched stair to my love, who waited not so patiently for me to say I do. I don't exaggerate when I say there were deer in the grass, and yellow butterflies flitting by as we said our vows. It was unbelievably perfect. Just as our dear pastor Aaron Stern pronounced us man and wife, the church bells in a nearby tower began to ring.&lt;br /&gt;So begins my married life. The rest of my life, our life! Justin is my favorite person, and I was just too spoiled to spend the next week on a beach in Cancun with him. We came home to our tiny apartment, just big enough for two. One of our friends told us that the reason they had so many children is because they started with a such a small apartment that they bumped into each other all the time. Hopefully that won't be true for us just yet!&lt;br /&gt;I feel not quite somewhere yet. Without a job and not much to do except make our apartment cozy, and the fall semester looming ahead, I wait impatiently for where God is taking us, to find out where we are. It is an ecstatic and unbelievable blessing that Justin and I are able to spend our time together; so much to do, and no idea how much time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7987210520190321417-4773496116100661112?l=aprilsuits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/feeds/4773496116100661112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7987210520190321417&amp;postID=4773496116100661112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/4773496116100661112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7987210520190321417/posts/default/4773496116100661112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aprilsuits.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-attempt.html' title='A First Attempt'/><author><name>April Suits</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06835456091578581472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PLDFtpymOBQ/SpYQP3yngfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/OnlmGUAhYx8/S220/rainbow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
