<?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-7351999888664288031</id><updated>2011-10-11T04:48:00.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a bouquet of ROSE'S</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-4804305172591788530</id><published>2011-06-11T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T08:10:08.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Bound- GO PATRIOTS!</title><content type='html'>I am just sitting here on a 3 hour flight to Santa Clara, California to cheer on our DBU baseball team! This is HUGE for our University and the school spirit is through the roof right now (makes my heart so happy)! It is so cute.... we roll up to the airport and we are DECKED OUT in DBU wear (it looks like we robbed the Patriot bookstore) haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sitting on this flight counting and praising the Lord for the many blessings in my life. I came to DBU as a little freshmen in fall 2004 (graduated in 2008) and I had NO idea how my life would be forever changed. I knew God was calling me to go to college at DBU but I had no idea all the blessings that would come by being obedient to him. You see, if I had done what I wanted to do when I was 17 or 18 years old.... I would have stayed in Denton, with my parents and 4 younger brothers, high school boyfriend, and high school friends. OH HOW THANKFUL I AM THAT I LISTENED TO THE LORD'S CALLING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you know me.... you know that being at DBU has changed my life in more ways I could ever tell you. I met my lifelong best friends living on B3 in the Crowley dorm. I met and married the love of my life. My senior year I was hired full time to move back into the dorm to be the Resident Director (dorm mother) to 300 freshmen/sophomore girls (that experience definitely changed me). I guess DBU liked me enough to move me to the Student Life office where I currently serve as the Director of Student Life/Greek Life/Student Organizations and also the Head Coach/Director of the Patriettes. When I write it out, I don't know how I am still standing EXCEPT for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; with my whole heart that I am right where the Lord wants me. It is an incredible feeling knowing that you are in the center of the Lord's will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting on a plane with my DBU family, I feel incredibly blessed. These people are my family. We rally together, support each other, pray over each person, protect and care for each other. As we were running through the airport this morning trying to catch our flight (literally barely made it), I felt lucky, I felt blessed to be with these people. These people make up what is so special about DBU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have absolutely loved hearing and reading about our DBU baseball team over the past week because over and over again they talk about how different our players are, and I love hearing our players say things like "We play for an audience of one" in a national ESPN press conference. DBU is different, DBU is special, the people, the focus, the goals and mission are different. I feel blessed to just be a small part of DBU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when we land we will deck out in even more Red and Blue and scream and yell until we loose our voices... because we are &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;proud and thankful&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and we do not take this opportunity lightly. We have all been saying this after every win.... &lt;b&gt;TO GOD BE THE GLORY....GREAT THINGS HE HAS DONE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Patriots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read this Article about our Baseball Team:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/sports/college/baseball/2011-06-08-dallas-baptist-college-world-series_n.htm?csp=34sports" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.usatoday.com/sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;/college/baseball/2011-06-08-d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;allas-baptist-college-world-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ries_n.htm?csp=34sports&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&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/7351999888664288031-4804305172591788530?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4804305172591788530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/06/california-bound-go-patriots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/4804305172591788530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/4804305172591788530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/06/california-bound-go-patriots.html' title='California Bound- GO PATRIOTS!'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-8944521028958721953</id><published>2011-04-13T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T18:37:20.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>These past few months have been the hardest/best months of my life. I am busier than I could have ever imagined, but I am loving every second, and I wouldn't trade my beautiful/busy/blessed life for anything. My life is far from perfect....but I have learn to accept the imperfections and cling to the blessings. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/2011/04/blessings.html"&gt;KellysKorner&lt;/a&gt; posted this song on her blog and it really touched me. I will keep praying for blessings knowing that those blessings may come through happy, exciting times or through rain, tears, and pain. I accept all blessings and feel honored that he has blessed me with my beautiful life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CSVqHcdhXQ&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=252"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CSVqHcdhXQ&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#at=252 &lt;/a&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/7351999888664288031-8944521028958721953?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8944521028958721953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/04/blessings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/8944521028958721953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/8944521028958721953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/04/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-8198324936318345496</id><published>2011-02-02T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T11:34:54.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So What Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TUmw5Fw4DaI/AAAAAAAAAuE/MmHGkpr-eAE/s1600/button_Page_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TUmw5Fw4DaI/AAAAAAAAAuE/MmHGkpr-eAE/s320/button_Page_0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569176909066538402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, I am going to play along&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://butterfliesandheaveneyes.blogspot.com/"&gt;So What If I.....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* refused to cook on my ice day... we can survive on girl scout cookies right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* called my office 5 times yesterday to check on my student workers.... SO WHAT, I am a control freak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* desperately need to organize my closet but just couldn't convince myself to get out of bed yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* truly believe that I can eat whatever I want because I take vitamins everyday and that makes me "healthy". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* bought a membership to Costco so I could "stock up" on food. Yes, that is how much I hate going grocery shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* go to sonic so much they know my name now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO WHAT!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351999888664288031-8198324936318345496?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8198324936318345496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-what-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/8198324936318345496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/8198324936318345496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-what-wednesday.html' title='So What Wednesday'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TUmw5Fw4DaI/AAAAAAAAAuE/MmHGkpr-eAE/s72-c/button_Page_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-852835536279349593</id><published>2011-01-31T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:23:31.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These are my people</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;These are my people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is where I come from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Were givin' this life everything we got&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and then some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It ain't always pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;But its real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;It's the way we were made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Wouldn't have it any other way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"These are my people"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-Rodney Atkins-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TUd7sPx-AfI/AAAAAAAAAtw/NmM8YNtCrlw/s1600/IMG_2312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TUd7sPx-AfI/AAAAAAAAAtw/NmM8YNtCrlw/s320/IMG_2312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568555464347484658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TUd1MHhKT8I/AAAAAAAAAto/QyBrCclwPL8/s1600/40751_532436112399_79800997_31388617_869028_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TUd1MHhKT8I/AAAAAAAAAto/QyBrCclwPL8/s320/40751_532436112399_79800997_31388617_869028_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568548315303923650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TUd1L0nMbVI/AAAAAAAAAtg/mehRrbh6wVw/s1600/n61800226_30680982_6758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TUd1L0nMbVI/AAAAAAAAAtg/mehRrbh6wVw/s320/n61800226_30680982_6758.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568548310228954450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So thankful that our parents became best friends in college! I love my 4 brothers and I am so grateful that he gave me 4 "sisters" too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7351999888664288031-852835536279349593?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/852835536279349593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/these-are-my-peoplethis-is-where-i-come.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/852835536279349593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/852835536279349593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/these-are-my-peoplethis-is-where-i-come.html' title='These are my people'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TUd7sPx-AfI/AAAAAAAAAtw/NmM8YNtCrlw/s72-c/IMG_2312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-6234581957111329645</id><published>2011-01-30T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T08:02:20.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So proud of him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TUWFrJOP-WI/AAAAAAAAAtY/e7D-lS14COo/s1600/164353_499534487461_752887461_6427233_4349390_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TUWFrJOP-WI/AAAAAAAAAtY/e7D-lS14COo/s320/164353_499534487461_752887461_6427233_4349390_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568003490570041698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance is a true athlete.... he can pretty much play any sport and be really good at it. He grew up playing soccer and let me tell you, he is awesome! I loved watching him play in college and missed it when he graduated. &lt;div&gt;Now, he is an excellent soccer coach. He loves his team, of course wants them to win, but wants them to love the game of soccer as much as he does! I am so proud of him!&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/7351999888664288031-6234581957111329645?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6234581957111329645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-proud-of-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/6234581957111329645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/6234581957111329645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-proud-of-him.html' title='So proud of him'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TUWFrJOP-WI/AAAAAAAAAtY/e7D-lS14COo/s72-c/164353_499534487461_752887461_6427233_4349390_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-26998452230915697</id><published>2011-01-23T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T15:13:00.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderfully Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/2011/01/marriage.html"&gt;Kelly at Kelly's Korner&lt;/a&gt; posted about marriage today as she is celebrating her parent's 40th wedding anniversary. It got me thinking about marriage and particularly my marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am most definitely not an expert on marriage (and will never claim to be). Chance and I just recently celebrated our 3rd anniversary and let me tell you, time fly's by so fast. I remember every part of that day... it was beautiful, perfect, the coldest day of that winter, but the best day of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like most girls, I always dreamed about who my husband would be. I knew that I wanted to marry someone tall (so my kids would have a chance), fun, intelligent, a leader, athletic, sensitive, either a preacher or a coach, and of course they had to be VERY good looking! If you know me, you know that I pretty much married just that. I don't really believe in "the one" but I do know that "my one" is Chance. You see, Chance and I are complete opposites but somehow thats what makes us work. Let me give you a few examples....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) My definition of "on time" is 5 minutes early. If we have to be somewhere at 6:00, I tell Chance we have to be there at 5:40 to ensure that he arrives on time. It never fails... 15-20 minutes late is "on time" to my sweet husband. It used to drive me CRAZY but now it just makes me laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) I have to have a clean house.... Chance could care less. When I organize his stuff he claims that it is a mess because he cannot find anything. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) I am a complete sleep snob. Chance could get a great night sleep on a rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.) It takes me exactly 1 hour to get ready in the morning. Chance.... 10 minutes tops (and thats with a shower)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.) I like to shop. I don't remember the last time Chance actually shopped for his own clothing. I buy his clothes, bring them home, he makes fun of them, and then he is wearing them the next day. Its awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, as you can see, opposites do attract and for the most part we love each other because of our differences (but that took time). As I have said many times on this blog, I work with college students. One of their most frequent questions to me is "what do people mean when they say that marriage is really hard work? How can it be so hard?". That is a question that I get asked at least once a week and to be honest, I still don't know how to answer it. While marriage is wonderful, it is hard too. It is hard because we are humans and marriage means putting our spouses needs above our own, and that is hard. We are both selfish (by nature). Put two selfish people under one roof... and it gets hard sometimes. We like different foods, movies, toothpaste, and we have very differing views on a "clean house"... and as small as those things seem it can be hard sometimes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard because we make it hard when we choose to be selfish. Chance and I see it as we have a decision to make every morning.... to either make is a good day or a hard day. 90% of the time we choose to make it a good day but then there is that 10% of the time when we make a conscious decision to make it a hard day... and that is when marriage becomes "hard work". Even though the hard days SUCK.... they make us stronger. Every marriage needs a good fight every once in a while.... it keeps it interesting.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yep, marriage is hard and I can't speak for everyone's marriage but for ours.... it's WAY more wonderful than it is hard work.... because we choose to make it wonderful. You see, I am in control (I love that because I am a control freak... haha). I know that God made Chance for me and like I said earlier, I always dreamed of marriage so why would I make my dream "hard work" when I can make my dream "wonderful". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly posted this music video on her blog and I think it sums up marriage very nicely. Marriage is like dancing in a minefield. Everything in this world wants our marriages to fail but making it through the tough times means that we receive greater blessings in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Gs3fg_WsEg&amp;amp;ob=av3el"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Gs3fg_WsEg&amp;amp;ob=av3el &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dancing in the Mine Field,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7351999888664288031-26998452230915697?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/26998452230915697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/wonderfully-hard.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/26998452230915697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/26998452230915697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/wonderfully-hard.html' title='Wonderfully Hard'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-717691153096056742</id><published>2011-01-19T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T07:27:59.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TTcC5QAad1I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/x2OXi_614EI/s1600/black%2526white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TTcC5QAad1I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/x2OXi_614EI/s320/black%2526white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563919047212037970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best staff ever! So proud of them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351999888664288031-717691153096056742?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/717691153096056742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/717691153096056742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/717691153096056742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TTcC5QAad1I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/x2OXi_614EI/s72-c/black%2526white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-2808604029019447792</id><published>2011-01-18T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:23:30.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I am inspired by so many things in my life. Friendships and family, mentors, my church, children, college students, music, but I am inspired the most by the art of dance. There is a show that continuously inspires me by their music choices, the beautiful dancers they have each season, and of course the choreography that each dance expresses. This show has proven that dance is more than 8 counts and movement, it tells a story, it speaks to our hearts, it expresses our innermost thoughts, struggles, desires, hopes, and dreams.&lt;div&gt;Here are a few of my favorite "So you think you can dance" dances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This dance is called 'Addiction'. If you know much about my family, you know that I have watched 2 of my brothers fight addiction and let me tell you- 'drug addiction' is a disease. Without the Lord's help there is no way we would have won the war. We won. Satan lost. Amen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZPRHcAby34"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZPRHcAby34 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This next dance represents friendship to me. Having someone there for you in the good times but also through the most difficult times in your life. I watched my Aunt battle breast cancer and I know that she got through that time with God, her family, and friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1wr42lSuo8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1wr42lSuo8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I love this dance is 1.) for the passion portrayed in it 2.) I am freaking obsessed with this song 3.) I think it tells a great story, one that many go through and experience. I work with college students and I see them struggle to find love, keep love, and commit to love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_qP2zRr22E"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_qP2zRr22E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inspired,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7351999888664288031-2808604029019447792?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2808604029019447792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/2808604029019447792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/2808604029019447792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-8968232424573204760</id><published>2011-01-11T18:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:18:34.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>So, I totally stole this post idea from &lt;a href="http://babybangs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda at Baby Bangs&lt;/a&gt; (She doesn't know me but I love her and her blog). &lt;div&gt;Here are my mid (almost) week confessions.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I have tricked myself into thinking Digiorno Pizza for dinner is a home cooked meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I am a facebook stalker/creeper (whatever you want to call it)... That's me and I am not ashamed (anymore). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I have had the same load of laundry in the dryer for 6 days now because I am too lazy to take it out and hang it all up. I just keep starting the dryer over to get the wrinkles out of the shirt I want to wear that day. (yes, I know... sad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Hi, my name is Lindsay and I am officially addicted to Sonic Cokes (and I don't have any resolutions to break this addiction anytime soon).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I love Jesus, Chance, my family, my friends, my job, and TRASH TV (Bachelor, Desperate Housewives, Grey's Anatomy...and the list goes on).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel better now! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsay&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/7351999888664288031-8968232424573204760?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8968232424573204760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/confessions.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/8968232424573204760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/8968232424573204760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-2431700061580609607</id><published>2011-01-08T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T11:20:55.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wish I posted more often because I love writing and I am a total blog stalker. I hope to post more often in 2011. Here are some quick updates on Chance and I...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Chance is the new head boys soccer coach at Centennial High School. His first official game is this Monday! I am so proud of him and he is so happy in his new position. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I absolutely love my job! My roles have expanded over the past month and I feel extremely excited (and maybe a little nervous). I am still over Greek Life and student organizations, student leadership and development, transfer students, and I have taken on a new role in Student Life as well. I have found so much passion in all of my roles at DBU! I am definitely learning a whole new meaning to the words Time-Management :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the things that has been added to my role at DBU has been a dream of mine since I was young. I am the Director of the Patriettes! The Patriettes is DBU's newest Dance/Drill team. I have been living my dream over the past month designing uniforms, logo's, picking out bags and shirts, designing promotional pieces, and the list goes on and on! Official try-outs are in May, camp in July, and then the hard part begins... building an established program! I am ready and feel completely overwhelmed at how the Lord answers my prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* We love our home in Arlington. Living on campus was a huge blessing but we so enjoy having a place of our own. We live in an awesome neighborhood with great people. Our church is 5 minutes away and our friends are all with-in 10-20 minutes of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Chance and I have been married for 3 years! It just keeps getting better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TSkoE5ceuzI/AAAAAAAAAs4/CvHHyum8BLM/s1600/2469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TSkoE5ceuzI/AAAAAAAAAs4/CvHHyum8BLM/s320/2469.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560019279570451250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351999888664288031-2431700061580609607?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2431700061580609607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/updates.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/2431700061580609607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/2431700061580609607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2011/01/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TSkoE5ceuzI/AAAAAAAAAs4/CvHHyum8BLM/s72-c/2469.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-3375535426109589683</id><published>2010-06-30T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:20:01.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TCwJEdu_wfI/AAAAAAAAAo0/fMOGEv3dHkQ/s1600/LBWishfulWednesdayButton.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 173px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TCwJEdu_wfI/AAAAAAAAAo0/fMOGEv3dHkQ/s200/LBWishfulWednesdayButton.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488772018163663346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoes are a love, passion, obsession, fascination (get the picture???) of mine... luckily God (on purpose I am sure) gave me a very small foot (size 5) so buying shoes is a process for me since I can't remember the last time I purchased shoes from a shoe store. I have to buy most of my shoes online since size 5's are rare for shoe stores to carry. I also shop in the kids section for shoes sometimes when I am desperate! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WISH I could wear and own every Jessica Simpson shoe... I have a fasination with extreme high heels! Oh and WEDGES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TCwIRZKh-aI/AAAAAAAAAos/xwS3CW-BoNA/s1600/JSC_Logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 72px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TCwIRZKh-aI/AAAAAAAAAos/xwS3CW-BoNA/s200/JSC_Logo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488771140763646370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TCwIQw9BY8I/AAAAAAAAAok/96h3NHlFvgs/s1600/ACADIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TCwIQw9BY8I/AAAAAAAAAok/96h3NHlFvgs/s200/ACADIA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488771129969566658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have a slightly unhealthy obsession with dresses and shoes  :) . I WISH I could have ever dress Anthrolpologie sold... I love their unique style (but expensive...haha)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TCwDV8ib7UI/AAAAAAAAAoc/aOU1t0DVqVs/s1600/18216101_012_b.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TCwDV8ib7UI/AAAAAAAAAoc/aOU1t0DVqVs/s200/18216101_012_b.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488765721420492098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wishing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7351999888664288031-3375535426109589683?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3375535426109589683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/06/wishful-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/3375535426109589683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/3375535426109589683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/06/wishful-wednesday.html' title='Wishful Wednesday'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TCwJEdu_wfI/AAAAAAAAAo0/fMOGEv3dHkQ/s72-c/LBWishfulWednesdayButton.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-8263935118473122166</id><published>2010-06-28T16:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:41:40.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a Difference Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TCkxgCTJQKI/AAAAAAAAAoM/kYprIZrJMkI/s1600/CompletelyClaireMakeDifferenceBu-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TCkxgCTJQKI/AAAAAAAAAoM/kYprIZrJMkI/s200/CompletelyClaireMakeDifferenceBu-1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487972047370404002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TCkxf_c7BWI/AAAAAAAAAoE/EBVIwDx9iuk/s1600/0641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TCkxf_c7BWI/AAAAAAAAAoE/EBVIwDx9iuk/s200/0641.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487972046606108002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My world is all college student... especially college girls! This requires that I am always high energy, positive, and encouraging! I do feel that I try really hard to be generous with my time and generous at always having a listening ear! Of course this doesn't always come easy but it is my pleasure and blesses my life if I can be a shining light to these sweet college girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also try my best to be giving and generous with my money... my girls know that when they need something or any type of financial help I will fight for them and do whatever I can to help them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life goal is to "LOVE HARD"! I want to be generous with my love, my time, my money! I want to live a giving, generous life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351999888664288031-8263935118473122166?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8263935118473122166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/06/make-difference-monday_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/8263935118473122166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/8263935118473122166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/06/make-difference-monday_28.html' title='Make a Difference Monday'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TCkxgCTJQKI/AAAAAAAAAoM/kYprIZrJMkI/s72-c/CompletelyClaireMakeDifferenceBu-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-3574301758918894295</id><published>2010-06-21T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T11:25:15.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TCAz9XT6roI/AAAAAAAAAnU/H7cHNCHOzNA/s1600/Tyler%27s+Tattoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TCAz9XT6roI/AAAAAAAAAnU/H7cHNCHOzNA/s320/Tyler%27s+Tattoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485441475459853954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel that sin has such a hold on you, your mind, your body, your thoughts? Do you sometimes feel that the trap sin has on you is so strong you wonder if you will ever be able to break free and just LIVE....FREE? Me too!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, my brother Tyler is walking Freedom. It is mind boggling to me that almost four years ago next month Tyler was admitted to a rehabilitation center in Euless, TX due to his strong addiction to drugs. It was (at that point) the hardest trial the Lord had ever put my family through. It was a physical, mental, spiritual, daily battle against sin.... it was a FIGHT. It was a fight literally for our brother, son, friend. I had several dreams during that time that our family was in an actual war, fighting satan from our home, and our family. When you are a member of a family that love and were taught to love each other through thick and thin you know that no matter what they do or what mistakes they make.... you will NEVER give up on them.... you will FIGHT to the death for them. So, thats what we did... we fought... and WE WON! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God gets all the glory for my brother Tyler's life! He is walking freedom... his addiction to drugs ended in August of 2006 and Praise the Lord his testimony strongly ministers to people when they hear how the Lord fought satan from his life and saved him from his bondage to sin. When Tyler reached his one year anniversary of being drug free he got a tattoo on his stomach that says "Live Free". Not promoting tattoo's (I will never understand them) but for Tyler it was a way of reminding himself of the past year of healing, fighting, recovering, and finally breaking free from the sin he was completely woven into. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I see Tyler's tattoo, I of course think of the meaning behind it to Tyler but I also think of the freedom only found in Christ. What would our lives look and feel like if we truly let go of our lives, released control of our fight with sin and let the Lord fight our battles? I am willing to bet that it would be very... FREEING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live Free.... Live in the freedom that only Christ can give.... Live in the knowledge of His Grace.... Live in the comfort of His mercy... Live Free allowing Him to fight your battles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living Free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7351999888664288031-3574301758918894295?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3574301758918894295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/06/live-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/3574301758918894295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/3574301758918894295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/06/live-free.html' title='Live Free'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/TCAz9XT6roI/AAAAAAAAAnU/H7cHNCHOzNA/s72-c/Tyler%27s+Tattoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-7074039641667912725</id><published>2010-06-19T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:27:55.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clipping Coupon Journey</title><content type='html'>Oh so much has happened in my life since I last posted.... but I am finally settled in my new job at DBU, new home, and now new EXPENSES! Oh BILL'S.... a little overwhelming! This is really the first time that Chance and I have ever had to think about bills, and expenses and I want us to be good stewards of our money. I feel that as Christians we need to be giving, frugal, conscious of where our money is going. &lt;div&gt;My first step to living money conscious is clipping coupons..... some people may be laughing at me as this may be a silly place to start in living frugally (is that a word?) but for me.... that is where I want to begin.... and I have always secretly wanted to clip coupons. It is sort of like when I was little and I wanted braces and glasses..... and soon enough I found that braces and glasses weren't so fascinating once they were a reality..... so I am sure the same will be same to my coupon clipping fantasy but for now.... I am EXCITED and MOTIVATED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck.... I will let you know how it goes this week.... as well as post about my "new life"! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7351999888664288031-7074039641667912725?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7074039641667912725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/06/clipping-coupon-journey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/7074039641667912725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/7074039641667912725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/06/clipping-coupon-journey.html' title='Clipping Coupon Journey'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-4141141651092009971</id><published>2010-03-26T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:38:41.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate McRae- Call to PRAYER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S61Sy_3In1I/AAAAAAAAAj8/eX9ujbG5ZCg/s1600/m.RrpnyGOPRQOOibfw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S61Sy_3In1I/AAAAAAAAAj8/eX9ujbG5ZCg/s320/m.RrpnyGOPRQOOibfw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453105759905161042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been following Kate's story for the past few months and through it, have learned how to pray for someone that I have never met. Kate's story has gained national coverage, and her parents have been faithful to the Lord through this year filled with tremendous heartache and constant struggles. I pray that I can have the kind of FAITH these parents have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I read the blog updates on Kate, I don't exactly know what to pray except for "Lord, will you please SAVE this sweet little girl". I always think of the worship song that is sung so frequently that says "My God is mighty to SAVE.... mighty to SAVE". He is MIGHTY and he is the only one who can SAVE Kate! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you pray with me? Will you pray for Kate? Will you pray for her parents and siblings? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.prayforkate.com/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351999888664288031-4141141651092009971?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4141141651092009971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/03/kate-mcrae-call-to-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/4141141651092009971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/4141141651092009971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/03/kate-mcrae-call-to-prayer.html' title='Kate McRae- Call to PRAYER'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S61Sy_3In1I/AAAAAAAAAj8/eX9ujbG5ZCg/s72-c/m.RrpnyGOPRQOOibfw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-7027606066747637009</id><published>2010-03-20T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:45:23.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He reigns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Our God is an Awesome God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reigns from heaven above&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With wisdom, power, and love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God is an awesome God"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S6WwpHbpaOI/AAAAAAAAAj0/QucLRQws0lE/s1600-h/9926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S6WwpHbpaOI/AAAAAAAAAj0/QucLRQws0lE/s320/9926.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450957144417986786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camp Copass 2010 Snow- Hope, Peace, and Joy.&lt;br /&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/7351999888664288031-7027606066747637009?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7027606066747637009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-reigns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/7027606066747637009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/7027606066747637009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-reigns.html' title='He reigns'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S6WwpHbpaOI/AAAAAAAAAj0/QucLRQws0lE/s72-c/9926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-5729667577978144179</id><published>2010-02-03T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:54:16.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How I HOPE and PRAY...</title><content type='html'>I think often about being a Mommy someday! I wonder what kind of mom I will be... I am scared to death (knowing who i really am) that I won't do a good job. Being a mom is one of the greatest blessings, and form of ministry any woman can have (in my opinion). I want to be a POSITIVE mother who encourages, strengthens, gives comfort and wisdom to her children. I want them to grow up in a home that they can grow and develop into Warriors for Christ. I don't want to raise luke warm, complacent Christians; but on fire servants of the Lord! I want to teach them to LOVE other people passionately, I want them to know the Gospel of Christ so they can share it with every person they come in contact. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It scares me that as their mother, I must teach them these things, I must discipline out of love and not anger, I must make our home a "safe place" for them, a place that they can completely be themselves.... no judgment, just love! I want to be their cheerleader... I want them to know that no matter what is going on in their lives I will always have a willing heart and mind to listen. &lt;div&gt;I always think of the word POSITIVE when I think of the kind of mother I want to be! I grew up in a home with incredibly positive parents... my mom was our cheerleader, my dad was our spiritual mentor and leader. My home was and is my "safe place"... the place I could be 100% myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HOPE, OH and I PRAY that I can be a positive mother.... I want them to be proud to have me as their mom.... I never want them to resent me.... I want to pray with them often, cheer them on daily, pick them up when they make mistakes, cry with them, laugh hysterically, cherishing everyday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself constantly fearful of being a mommy.... knowing that the way I parent will have lasting effects on their future lives.... But, I know that the Lord has always been faithful in my life and knowing that he has and will continue to be my Great Counselor even when I am a mommy.... even when the fear of raising my children someday is overwhelming... He will never leave me... he will teach me to be a positive mother, one that my children will respect and love completely! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scared to Death,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't think that we are anywhere close to becoming parents.... We aren't trying! I am excited about being mother someday.... but not now.... WE ARE NOT PREGNANT NOR WILL WE BE ANYTIME SOON (just to clear that up)! :)&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/7351999888664288031-5729667577978144179?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5729667577978144179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-how-i-hope-and-pray.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/5729667577978144179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/5729667577978144179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-how-i-hope-and-pray.html' title='Oh How I HOPE and PRAY...'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-7266763371181597344</id><published>2010-02-03T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:24:19.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures</title><content type='html'>One of the blogs I follow- &lt;a href="http://staffordmoments.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; -wrote about her &lt;b&gt;Simple Pleasures&lt;/b&gt; and I thought it would be fun to write about my simple pleasures. So here goes....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blanket, hot chocolate, romantic comedy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Writing- journaling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nights at home with Chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being Home (Denton)- spending quality times with my parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olive Garden To Go... watching our TV shows (LOST, Biggest Loser)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dates with best friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long phone conversations with Lauren &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opening up about fears, struggles, and spiritual questions with close friends and mentors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading Christian fiction (love and mystery)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early morning times with the Lord, and Bible studies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day dreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to bed early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prayer with RA's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RA meetings (all of our talks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clean apartment... Organized closet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long showers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Updating my calendar- crossing things off my "To Do List"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photography- editing photos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DANCE- choreographing, creativity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are your Simple Pleasures??&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/7351999888664288031-7266763371181597344?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7266763371181597344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/02/simple-pleasures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/7266763371181597344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/7266763371181597344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/02/simple-pleasures.html' title='Simple Pleasures'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-2309606322714372451</id><published>2010-01-13T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:26:53.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got the JOY, JOY, JOY, JOY down in my heart... WHERE? Down in my heart... WHERE? Down in my heart!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always considered myself a joyful person. The Lord has given me a lot of energy and I try to turn it into JOY every morning. Someone told me once, not to let anything steal my joy. I LOVE that piece of wisdom. When things don't go as planned, or when tough times are happening in my life I cannot allow them to steal my JOY. My JOY is mine... I can find joy in good times, hard times, times of celebration, and times of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let anything or anyone steal your JOY today, tomorrow, EVER! Spread JOY! In your offices, at home, with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you have a JOY filled day,&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351999888664288031-2309606322714372451?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2309606322714372451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/01/joy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/2309606322714372451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/2309606322714372451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/01/joy.html' title='JOY'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-6213467964438971698</id><published>2010-01-08T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:35:44.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIrls! Girls! Girls!</title><content type='html'>I grew up in a boys world. It was just my mom and I against "THEM". They were smelly, rowdy, obnoxious, attention seekers, schmoozers, loud, always invading my privacy... you get the picture... 100% BOY! I always wished I had a little sister. But, instead the Lord gave me four little brothers. Needless to say, our house was always hopping with something. My parents opened our house to anyone and everyone who needed a place to sleep, and man did they! I remember waking up most every Saturday morning stepping over not just my four little brothers but all their friends. I vididly remember coming home one weekend from college and having to step over and manouver around at least 10-12 sleeping boys. You see....THEY ARE EVERYWHERE! I can't run, or hide... they will always find me. (sounds like a horror movie right? IT WAS! okay maybe a little dramatic but at least you get the picture) Feel bad for me yet? YOU SHOULD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I cried about it long enough and God finally felt bad for me... and now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to survive in an ALL GIRLS WORLD! The tables turned for me, in a big way, and sometimes I catch myself thinking that living in a boys world was not as dreadful as I used to think. Girls are catty, vicious, gossipers, exaggerators, back stabbers, lyers, fake, moody, cry babies, manipulators, 100% DRAMA! But they are also... sweet, hilarious, fun loving, caring, gentle, fashion forward, welcoming, hospitable, sensitive, thoughtful, they love deeply, cry hard, laugh uncontrollably, celebrate everything, comfort the hurting, defend to the death, sacrificial. I would know... I live with 250 college girls... I could write a book (and I might) with the amount of funny, dramatic stories that have happened under our roof over the past three years but wouldn't trade it for ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually kind of like the drama... it makes for awesome phone conversations! So, today I am weighing the differences between girls and boys (yes I am aware of the big difference) but I mean some funny differences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I would much rather be in a fight with a boy than a girl. Girls will give the silent treatment as long as possible (while talking behind her back) until one day the claws come out and it usually ends with screaming and lots of tears... except I did walk into a fight one time where one girl had the other girl pinned aginst the back wall of the closet threatening to punch her lights out. But... for most of the time... they are usually vicious with their words, hold serious grudges, and then come crying to me to move them to another room! AH!&lt;br /&gt;But with boys... they just box it out. One good punch each, and a wrestling match later... they are back to being best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) When a guy breaks up with a girl.... watch out! because her friends are going to HATE him, talk bad about him, give hateful looks in his direction, never let him forget how BADLY he hurt their friend. It will be hard for him to recover from this since any new girls who want to date him in the future will most definitely hear that he treats girls like dirt. It's funny!&lt;br /&gt;But, when a girl breaks up with a guy... his friends are all waiting for him to recover from the beak-up and move on, so they can move in and get her! It's funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Girls are overly dramatic (me too)! When something is wrong you will probably see tears, shrieking, huffing and puffing, it would seem that their whole world was falling apart when in reality their closet light bulb just went out! ha!&lt;div&gt;But.... if a boys closet light bulb goes out... we may never hear about it or it will probably be days or possibly weeks before it dawns on them to change it or call someone to change it. It's Funny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways... I could go on and on.... but I will stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my girls so much! They keep life so interesting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to survive living in a Girls Only World,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsay Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351999888664288031-6213467964438971698?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6213467964438971698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/01/girls-girls-girls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/6213467964438971698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/6213467964438971698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/01/girls-girls-girls.html' title='GIrls! Girls! Girls!'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-8310288512106293698</id><published>2010-01-07T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:57:45.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2010</title><content type='html'>"Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with God's people who are in need. Practice hospitality". &lt;div&gt;Romans 12:9-13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my 2010 anthem! My year verse. I want to master each aspect of this powerful scripture. I want to honor people above myself. I want to have an overflowing amount of zeal and joy. I want to serve the Lord is all aspects of my life. I want to be faithful to prayer and not to just when times are hard but on the good days too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord use me! Please! May I be a beacon of life, love, hope, and forgiveness in 2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351999888664288031-8310288512106293698?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8310288512106293698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/01/year-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/8310288512106293698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/8310288512106293698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/01/year-2010.html' title='Year 2010'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-2474428311846755311</id><published>2010-01-06T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:34:03.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VWGtMjVjI/AAAAAAAAAgU/w7DVqZL5AO0/s1600-h/2185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VWGtMjVjI/AAAAAAAAAgU/w7DVqZL5AO0/s320/2185.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423835999449077298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VWGAYruwI/AAAAAAAAAgM/PKpw-IEPmrc/s1600-h/2180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VWGAYruwI/AAAAAAAAAgM/PKpw-IEPmrc/s320/2180.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423835987420363522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351999888664288031-2474428311846755311?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/2474428311846755311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/01/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/2474428311846755311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/2474428311846755311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/01/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VWGtMjVjI/AAAAAAAAAgU/w7DVqZL5AO0/s72-c/2185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-5960929369792241971</id><published>2010-01-06T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T10:32:50.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coaches Wife</title><content type='html'>My whole life I always thought it would be really cool to be either a coaches wife or a pastor's wife. So, I married the Love of my life and he just happened to be a COACH! I like sports... sort of. But you see Chance LLLOOOVVVEEE's, I mean LOVE's sports (get the picture). It doesn't really matter what sport it is, HE WILL LOVE IT and probably play it better than everyone else. It is seriously crazy how athletic he is. I have never see anything like it before.&lt;br /&gt;So, being a coaches wife isn't what it is cracked up to be. It is late nights, early mornings, COLD games, intense games, good moods, bad moods, lots of yelling, falling, disappointment, celebration, boring, edge of your seat, ups and downs. A wide range of emotions. But, you see while my husband is on the field trying to ensure that they win the game, I am simply in the stands watching the whole thing play (no pun intended) out. If you know me at all, you know that I am a total control FREAK. When you are a coaches wife all you can do it sit and watch (no control whatsoever). I try and take matters into my own hands and send him text messages during the game when I don't think he is coaching correctly (knowing that he will not see his phone until after the game). It is just my way of throwing in my 2 cents (because I am always right.... Right? YES!).&lt;br /&gt;Being a coaches wife is hard since during football season Chance leaves the house around 6:15am (I am still sleeping) and returns around 8:00pm that evening. Its hard being by yourself so much. I spend a lot of time with my girlfriends but the person I really want to be with is on a field in Cedar Hill. Even though it is tough, it is also such a blessing being a coaches wife. I LOVE going to see Chance coach because he is in his element. He is so happy when he is on the football field and most happy when he is on the soccer field. Chance has such depth of knowledge about the game of soccer. He knows how to play the game well, coach it well, and watch it well. It is totally impressive! Seriously, I fall more in love with Chance when I see him on the soccer field. I usually have no idea what the score is since I don't really watch the game... I am watching Chance the entire time. He loves soccer. Soccer makes him light up. Coaching makes him feel alive. Soccer gives him energy. Coaching is his ministry. But, no matter how much he loves coaching and soccer... I know that he will always put me first. And, that makes being a coaches wife rewarding, fun, exciting, intense, bearable.&lt;br /&gt;If he's happy being a coach...I am happy being a coaches wife (not all the time, but the majority of the time)! :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Coach Rose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351999888664288031-5960929369792241971?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/5960929369792241971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/01/coaches-wife.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/5960929369792241971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/5960929369792241971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2010/01/coaches-wife.html' title='Coaches Wife'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-7886083794966556073</id><published>2009-11-24T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:10:10.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why? Death?</title><content type='html'>My little brother lost one of his closest friends in a tragic motorcycle accident this past weekend. Ross Dale was a 20 year old college student who was taken from earth at a young age which leaves many of his friends and family asking the ever popular question... WHY? WHY did he have to go so young? WHY him and not me? Ross was a VERY friendly person who was easy to talk to, liked to have fun, and was a very loyal friend to my brother since 5th grade. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Death is so hard for us as humans because it is shocking, devastating, heartbreaking, depressing. It leaves us wondering about our own death someday... when will I pass away? How will I die? Something that I have found so interesting in this particular situation is how &lt;b&gt;Facebook&lt;/b&gt; has actually been comforting to so many through this hard time. If you go to Ross Dale's Facebook page right now you will read post after post saying things like "I love you man", "I will forever miss you", "RIP Ross Dale", "I miss you already", "How could this happen?" Others write about their favorite memory they have of Ross, they are posting prayers, encouragement, and mostly Ross's friends are just saying GOODBYE. You see... since death is so hard, especially for young people, Facebook is a way for them to say goodbye to their dear friend. Of course Ross can not see his Facebook it still gives his friends and family comfort that they got a chance to tell Ross how much they loved him and how he had touched each of their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother posted "Ross- I know you are in a better place". YES he is in a better place... we are celebrating that Ross was a believer in the Lord, Jesus Christ. He was definitely not perfect (who is?) but my brother feels confident that Ross accepted Christ at a certain point in his life. Caleb and his friends can know for sure that they will reunite with their friend someday in GLORY. And for that I say PRAISE THE LORD, ROSS DALE MADE IT THROUGH HIS EARTHLY LIFE AND IS WITH OUR SAVIOR! OH GLORIOUS DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-26659" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;"&lt;/sup&gt;Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;John 14:1-4&lt;/span&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/7351999888664288031-7886083794966556073?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7886083794966556073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/7886083794966556073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/7886083794966556073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-death.html' title='Why? Death?'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-7588522481993147179</id><published>2009-11-23T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:12:44.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsay Rose Photography is now Online!</title><content type='html'>Lindsay Rose Photography is now online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my new &lt;a href="http://lindsayrosephotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;site&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for images, information, and booking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited about 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wanted to let everyone know about &lt;a href="http://www.chocolatesilverdesigns.com/"&gt;Chocolate Silver Designs&lt;/a&gt;.  Their jewelry is so cute, and they have something for everyone.  They even made the cutest ADK necklace. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next month, if you become a follower of their &lt;a href="http://chocolatesilver.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, you get a 25% off coupon to use on their website!  It's a great deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Lindsay Rose Photography is now booking for Spring 2010!  If you have a wedding planned, and are still looking for a photographer, contact me at &lt;a href="mailto:lindsayrosephotography@yahoo.com"&gt;lindsayrosephotography@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351999888664288031-7588522481993147179?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/7588522481993147179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/lindsay-rose-photography-is-now-online.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/7588522481993147179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/7588522481993147179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/11/lindsay-rose-photography-is-now-online.html' title='Lindsay Rose Photography is now Online!'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-3289849636456642082</id><published>2009-10-21T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:43:42.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noise</title><content type='html'>I am a talker... I would rather talk than listen any day of the week! Sometimes I annoy myself with the amount of talking I do. Over the past 2 years the Lord has really taught me how to listen, since the majority of my job is listening and offering advice when asked. There are very few times that I feel comfortable with silence... I always have the T.V., Radio, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;, cell phone on... something at all times. NOISE NOISE NOISE fills my life 90% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always laughed because when I was growing up we would have the radio on in the car with my Dad and someone would turn it off and he would say very enthusiastically "Thank you" like it was a total relief that the radio was off at it was quiet. I always laughed and never understood why that was so relieving to my Dad until recently. Our world is so LOUD... sometimes I can hardly hear myself think. It makes me wonder how many things I could have heard from the Lord if I were just silent enough to hear him. Has He tried over and over to talk to me, show me His ways, give me wisdom and guidance, answered my prayers and I just can't hear Him because I am so busy talking or I have my radio so loud I can't hear Him? Or do I consume my life with noise so that I won't hear Him, because I am scare of what he will teach me next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video that I have attached was really good for me to watch because it poses the thought that maybe in the silence of life is when the Lord can really speak to us. Maybe when we are driving we can turn the radio off and ask the Lord to reveal himself to us. I get so caught up in talking to God about my problems and asking Him to help me... I wonder how much I would learn and get from Him if I would just sit in the SILENCE and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I am going to do a lot less talking and A LOT more LISTENING in the days to come so I can truly hear the Lord speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSvo3TBzLu0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351999888664288031-3289849636456642082?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/3289849636456642082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/10/noise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/3289849636456642082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/3289849636456642082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/10/noise.html' title='Noise'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-8426881365449438358</id><published>2009-06-28T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T20:26:17.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is so good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Chance and I have had a wonderful summer so far! We have been blessed to spend alot of time with each other, family and friends! I realize more and more each day how blessed my life is. I am married to the love of my life, I live close to my family and get to see them often, I love my job and the ministry I have with so many college girls. I have always been a JOYFUL person but I realize more and more each day just how JOY-FILLED my life really is! The Joy of the Lord is my STRENGTH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some JOYS in my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/Skgz18TfIYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/i2M6SbuEIj0/s1600-h/5865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/Skgz18TfIYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/i2M6SbuEIj0/s320/5865.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352585158943777154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am a Daddy's girl through and through... and I ALWAYS will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/Skgz1oKF7sI/AAAAAAAAAJI/j-X_E4WDW54/s1600-h/9814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/Skgz1oKF7sI/AAAAAAAAAJI/j-X_E4WDW54/s320/9814.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352585153535667906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom is my Best Friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SkgzDEj6txI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6Ok_50aERU4/s1600-h/IMG_7574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SkgzDEj6txI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6Ok_50aERU4/s320/IMG_7574.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352584284986849042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day I married the LOVE OF MY LIFE and my best friend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SkgzCfv_LbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/U-4rNiFUULI/s1600-h/9801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SkgzCfv_LbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/U-4rNiFUULI/s320/9801.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352584275105361330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SkgzCLeqApI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7lZ3wUME9l0/s1600-h/IMG_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SkgzCLeqApI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7lZ3wUME9l0/s320/IMG_0370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352584269663961746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SkgzB3NS2EI/AAAAAAAAAIg/P8foI61CRHU/s1600-h/PC140489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SkgzB3NS2EI/AAAAAAAAAIg/P8foI61CRHU/s320/PC140489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352584264222431298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7351999888664288031-8426881365449438358?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8426881365449438358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/god-is-so-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/8426881365449438358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/8426881365449438358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/06/god-is-so-good.html' title='God is so good!'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/Skgz18TfIYI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/i2M6SbuEIj0/s72-c/5865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-4230902376745243562</id><published>2009-03-15T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T17:57:26.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/Sb2i9hg7xXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VjmK-fWFFIs/s1600-h/IMG_7583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/Sb2i9hg7xXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VjmK-fWFFIs/s320/IMG_7583.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313582313219278194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Christmas this year my parents took us all on a cruise to Mexico! We had such a great time. As we all get older it is harder and harder to all get together so it was so much fun cruising together! It was also very special having Chance on our family vacation. My brother love Chance, he fits in so well. I am so thankful for my family. It is going to be so fun someday going on a cruise with all of our kids! We have been very blessed to be able to take family vacations. I would rather go on a vacation than receiving Christmas presents because of the quality time and memories that we get from the vacations!&lt;div&gt;Love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351999888664288031-4230902376745243562?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/4230902376745243562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/03/family.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/4230902376745243562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/4230902376745243562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/03/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/Sb2i9hg7xXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VjmK-fWFFIs/s72-c/IMG_7583.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-8236566368570999986</id><published>2009-03-10T12:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:55:25.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with the Rose's?</title><content type='html'>WOW! It has been a while since I have updated this so let me fill you in on our exciting lives! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been so awesome this semester with me not being in school anymore (Praise the GOOD LORD!). I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; more time to focus on the beautiful girls that live in my building and also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; more time to be involved in Chance's life at Cedar Hill. Due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unforeseen&lt;/span&gt; circumstances Chance has had a BUSY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;semester&lt;/span&gt;. He is the head soccer coach for the Lady Longhorns and it feels like football season all over again! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is really busy but of course LOVING it. One thing that I really admire about Chance is how hard he works. When I met him he was dead set on becoming a physical therapist. When he graduated from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DBU&lt;/span&gt; in 2006 he decided to teach and coach until he got into physical therapy school. After one year of coaching football, soccer, and teaching Biology he was hooked! Chance is such a great coach. When I watch him coach it is like he was made to do this! He is passionate about football and soccer so when you put him on a field he just lights up. If you know Chance he is good at EVERY sport. Seriously there is not a sport out there that he won't do exceptionally well at. He is gifted and he takes great pride in teaching other people to be good at soccer and football. Teaching and Coaching may not be the highest paying job in the world but I would much rather have a husband who is passionate about their job and who feels that it is their calling in life than have a husband who makes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of money and is miserable! Chance is a busy bee but loving every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also very busy with my job and love being able to build stronger relationships with my girls since I don't have school to worry about this semester. I have been examining all aspects of my life and trying to give myself completely to the Lord. I realized once I graduated that I had really been relying on my own strength to get through life but since I have more time to myself I have really been convicted about who has control of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things about myself that I am self-conscience about. Such as my height. I have always wished I could be 3 inches taller. 5'3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;seems&lt;/span&gt; like the perfect height. I have literally had to give that over to the Lord and for me to be secure in the way God made me. I always felt like people looked down on me or didn't respect me as much because of my height, which is petty I know, but it is how I felt. The Lord didn't have control of that area of my life and I have slowly had to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;comfortable&lt;/span&gt; in my own skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in Bible Study we talked about the "Seal" and how when we accept Jesus as our personal Lord and Savior our salvation cannot be taken away from us. The speaker compared it to us being apart of the Royal Family. Everyone always says that we are "Princesses" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; we are daughters of the King of Kings. It is made into such a fairy tale and childish sometimes but the speaker said literally think about you being a Princess. You are "it"! You are what everyone wants! You are the daughter of the most High KING! You are the center of attention, and everyone would KILL to be in your place. WOW! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; awesome! It paints a great picture in my mind when I stop seeing a Princess as a Disney character but as an actual person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speaker reminded us that when you are in royalty you are always under protection from body guards and secret service &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; people want to kill you because of your position. The same goes for me as a daughter of the most high KING. There is one that wants to destroy ever part of me. Satan would love more than ever for me to hate my body, for me to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;uncontent&lt;/span&gt;, to love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;worldly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;possessions&lt;/span&gt; over my Father. But we must always remember who we are... We are HIS and that is one thing that can never be taken from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are just a few verses that I am memorizing and that have been touching my heart lately:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; The old has gone, the new has come." - 2 Corinthians 5:17&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse we read in our Bible Study and our book said to put our name into the verse. It was so powerful to me to hear my name in scripture. How reassuring and peaceful! Here is is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I give LINDSAY eternal life, and LINDSAY shall never perish; no one can snatch Lindsay out of my hand".- John 10:28&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351999888664288031-8236566368570999986?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/8236566368570999986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-up-with-roses.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/8236566368570999986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/8236566368570999986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-up-with-roses.html' title='What&apos;s up with the Rose&apos;s?'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-6243787670131268306</id><published>2009-01-21T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:14:28.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God MY Pursuer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I attend a Bible Study at a church in Irving every Tuesday morning. It is amazing! You walk into this big room just busting at the seams with women. There are mothers, grandmothers, daughters, singles, married, engaged, divorced women all at round tables. I was assigned to table #10 and I love the women I study with and learn from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The topic we were studying this week was God as our &lt;strong&gt;Pursuer&lt;/strong&gt;. I have always heard growing up that God pursues us and longs after us but I learned so much more about my God through this study. We read many passages from the book of Hosea where God directly told Hosea to marry a prostitute named Gomer and we read how Hosea RELENTLESSLY pursued Gomer even when she did wrong and left him time and time again. Hosea would go to the streets and buy her back. How embarrassing that must have been for Hosea but he followed the Lord and did as he was asked without question. Hosea loved Gomer even at her worst. He never let up... he kept pushing forward pursuing this woman that the Lord had for him. I admire and long to be that faithful to the Lord. How frustrating and humiliating it must have been for Hosea who was a Christ follower to continually have to buy back and chase after his sinful wife. WHAT LOVE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At our Bible Study the speaker said that "Real Love loves you at your worst"! I know for sure that the Lord looks down on me 90% of the time and I am at my worst. I am ashamed at how I don't put Him first in my life or seek and long after Him as he longs and loves after me. It is hard for me to wrap my mind around His love for me because I definitely do not deserve to have the God of the Universe actively and passionately pursuing me! What a great God we serve and how incredibly humbling it is to know that my God will never give up on me, forget about me, or stop pursuing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so blessed and privileged to have a God who loves and pursues me and who also gave me a Godly husband who actively loves and pursues me everyday and who loves me even at my worst! PRAISE THE LORD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351999888664288031-6243787670131268306?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6243787670131268306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/01/love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/6243787670131268306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/6243787670131268306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/01/love.html' title='God MY Pursuer'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-6698180811329217004</id><published>2009-01-17T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:07:15.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Micah's Senior Pictures</title><content type='html'>I took my little brother's Senior pics and these are a few of them. Isn't he so cute?? I am so proud of him for graduating early! He starts college this week! Love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SXJG5qEPK5I/AAAAAAAAACM/Rtou9L2de7I/s1600-h/20080822_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292370468472302482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SXJG5qEPK5I/AAAAAAAAACM/Rtou9L2de7I/s320/20080822_0418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SXJGSmQkwlI/AAAAAAAAACE/Aq-kTFSnkAA/s1600-h/micah+pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292369797435408978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SXJGSmQkwlI/AAAAAAAAACE/Aq-kTFSnkAA/s320/micah+pics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SXJFwN5u_zI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tUA7DAZpFF4/s1600-h/20080822_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292369206781607730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SXJFwN5u_zI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tUA7DAZpFF4/s320/20080822_0424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SXJFv1jHyuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TWR1VYquHd0/s1600-h/20080822_0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292369200244312802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SXJFv1jHyuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TWR1VYquHd0/s320/20080822_0418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SXJFvuDYgJI/AAAAAAAAABs/sB3wBM-LebY/s1600-h/20080822_0395+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292369198232141970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SXJFvuDYgJI/AAAAAAAAABs/sB3wBM-LebY/s320/20080822_0395+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292369190580370786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SXJFvRjDvWI/AAAAAAAAABk/qNJ1qNLTJ7Y/s320/20080822_0394+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SXJFvOU8IeI/AAAAAAAAABc/S0Bhh43nb-k/s1600-h/20080822_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292369189715845602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SXJFvOU8IeI/AAAAAAAAABc/S0Bhh43nb-k/s320/20080822_0283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SXJDFDgK9AI/AAAAAAAAABU/rt1lF_533tg/s1600-h/20080822_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292366266232402946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SXJDFDgK9AI/AAAAAAAAABU/rt1lF_533tg/s320/20080822_0294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SXJDEmzYojI/AAAAAAAAABM/fGGoqRA8ujY/s1600-h/20080822_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292366258528363058" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SXJDDpsWvbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hUoWtEl0ovw/s320/20080822_0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351999888664288031-6698180811329217004?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6698180811329217004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/01/micahs-senior-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/6698180811329217004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/6698180811329217004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/01/micahs-senior-pictures.html' title='Micah&apos;s Senior Pictures'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SXJG5qEPK5I/AAAAAAAAACM/Rtou9L2de7I/s72-c/20080822_0418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-6063749894256235302</id><published>2009-01-13T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:22:40.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crowley Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SW1QLVzxCeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FEBq3plVO2s/s1600-h/Crowley+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SW1QLVzxCeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FEBq3plVO2s/s320/Crowley+love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290973292993251810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, Everyone always asks me what exactly I do being a Resident Director so I decided to share with everyone what the Lord has called me to do at this point in my life! &lt;div&gt;I am the RD of the Crowley Complex at Dallas Baptist University which means that Chance and I live in an apartment in the dorm. This may sound a little odd to some people but I assure you that this job is the biggest BLESSING! My main focus is of course all the girls that live in my dorm but most importantly my RA's. I have nine RA's who mean the world to me. Their names are: Rachel, Brittany, Whitney, Emily, Joan, Hannah, Lauren, Kailea, and Michella! They are all Sophomores, Juniors, and Seniors who truly believe that being an RA is where the Lord wants them to serve. They are nine of the most precious, confident, God fearing women, who I believe the Lord has hand-picked for their halls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prayed all summer before my RA's came back for the Fall semester that HE would reveal to me what he wanted our 'theme' to be for Crowley this year and it was "LOVE". This may seem like an ordinary word and quite simple but it means so much more to my nine RA's and I. We have committed to each other that we will think "LOVE" first, no matter the situation. We are going to LOVE each other, LOVE the girls that live on our halls, LOVE working hard and give 100% everyday, LOVE the ones that are harder to LOVE, and most importantly we are going to focus on our LOVE and commitment to our Lord and Savior!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walk through life together... we struggle, laugh, CRY alot, inspire, gain wisdom, encourage, strengthen, pray, rely, focus, and work TOGETHER! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY RA's ARE MY BLESSINGS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the RD of Crowley is my life, the place where I KNOW the Lord has called me so I will faithfully serve until the Lord calls me somewhere else.... but for now he has called Chance and I to Crowley. One of the things we committed to each other when we got married is that wherever the Lord leads... we will follow.... and He has lead us to Crowley!&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/7351999888664288031-6063749894256235302?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/6063749894256235302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/01/crowley-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/6063749894256235302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/6063749894256235302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/01/crowley-love.html' title='Crowley Love'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SW1QLVzxCeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/FEBq3plVO2s/s72-c/Crowley+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-97603617520098154</id><published>2009-01-11T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:35:05.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SWq59yr5buI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZLD-_S9RuJo/s1600-h/5865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SWq59yr5buI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZLD-_S9RuJo/s320/5865.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290245183529119458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my sweet husband celebrating our one year anniversary! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351999888664288031-97603617520098154?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/97603617520098154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-and-my-sweet-husband-celebrating-our.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/97603617520098154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/97603617520098154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-and-my-sweet-husband-celebrating-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/SWq59yr5buI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZLD-_S9RuJo/s72-c/5865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7351999888664288031.post-1880876010206818888</id><published>2009-01-08T09:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:31:00.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year #2 for the Roses......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, this is new to both of us but since I have some free time on my hands I thought it would be fun to have a blog! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is going by really fast these days. Chance is coaching football and soccer at Cedar Hill High School and I am still the Resident Director at Dallas Baptist University. I graduated December 19th with a Bachelors in Business Administration. Chance and I just got back from being on a cruise to Mexico with my family on Monday. It was a blast and I really didn't want to get back home since my seet husband has been super busy since we got back. Being a coach is very time consuming but it is all worth it to Chance since he absolutely loves coaching soccer! At first, being married to a coach during football season was hard since I missed him so much but I am getting used to it and I like soccer season alot more! Since I don't have school to worry about I can spend alot more time up at Cedar Hill being a supportive wife.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Along with teaching Biology and Chemistry and coaching football and soccer, Chance is also about 1/3 of the way done with his masters in Education/Kinesiology! He is a very busy person and my goal in life is to make life a little easier for him when he comes home!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had a great first year of marriage. It is such a blessing being with your best friend all the time. I was a little hard to be around this year since I was adjusting to being married, and trying to graduate, I was a little....well.... STRESSED! Chance is always so supportive of me and goes out of his way to make life less stressful on me. He is a big help with housework, he is very involved with my DBU life and friends, and always makes time to do special/thoughtful things for me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On the night of our first year anniversary, I walk into our bathroom from working and he had a beautiful red rose and a jewelry box on the counter. I knew we were going out to dinner but I didn't know he was going to get me DIAMOND EARRINGS (I have been asking him for diamond earrings since we first started dating!). So, we both got dressed up and as we were walking out the door to go eat at Del Frisco's I gave him my gift to him.... iPhone! Chance had the oldest phone in existance and he always says how much he would enjoy an iPhone so I put money away in my sock drawer all year and had enough money to buy it for him. He FREAKED out when I gave it to him! I think next to our wedding day it was the best day of his life! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We had a great date and enjoyed some really good/expensive food. It was so nice celebrating all the things we had learned, loved, and cherished this past year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though life is flying by WAY TO QUICK for us, Chance and I are really trying to slow down and take more time for each other. Chance is the love of my life, the most important person in my life, and I know he feels the same about me so focusing on each other more than all the craziness going on in our lives in our focus for 2009!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7351999888664288031-1880876010206818888?l=chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/feeds/1880876010206818888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-2-for-roses.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/1880876010206818888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7351999888664288031/posts/default/1880876010206818888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chanceandlindsayrose.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-2-for-roses.html' title='Year #2 for the Roses......'/><author><name>Lindsay Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04727013313370356124</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHhda_rbT1U/S0VW7sf-eHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/dQPKKfbJuZo/S220/4309.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
