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	<description>Gina -- [n] A little queen, trying to live her life for the King</description>
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		<title>Yours</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have been listening to the revised version of Steven Curtis Chapman&#8217;s song &#8220;Yours&#8221; on repeat today.  Every single time I heard it, I shed a tear or two&#8230; for this man, his family, the state of the world, the pain I feel inside&#8230; it reminded me that I need to live- Now.  [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://imaginatorium.endofnow.com/archives/112</link>
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		<title>Plight of a Bee</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There was a bee in my room today.  Its buzz startled me from a mid morning nap.  I have never been stung, but am afraid to try it&#8230; I have too many allergies as it is.
Ms. Bee was frantically trying to get through the blinds.  I don&#8217;t think she realized the window [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://imaginatorium.endofnow.com/archives/108</link>
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		<title>I have no idea what to write.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My mind hasn&#8217;t felt this exhausted in a loong time.
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		<link>http://imaginatorium.endofnow.com/archives/106</link>
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		<title>Remembering Curran</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I remember Curran best from my early years&#8230; his family lived in Seminole FL, not far from my grandparents in Bradenton.  His mother was my mom&#8217;s best friend from high school and our families were incredibly close.  In many ways, his family was our family&#8230; Curran and his sister Kelly were like cousins [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://imaginatorium.endofnow.com/archives/96</link>
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		<title>Worth</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve gotta be honest&#8230; some days I look in the mirror and wonder WHY the God of heaven and earth could love me.  Sometimes I find my eyes puffy from relentless tears&#8230; or surrounded by black circles because I chose to worry instead of trust.  Frequently I find myself fighting Him&#8230; wanting MY [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://imaginatorium.endofnow.com/archives/85</link>
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		<title>What Makes a Terrorist?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My mind has found a new playground.  Somehow I missed the memo about Itunes U- a free section where almost any course of thought can be found in podcast form (including music lessons, mathematic lectures, marketing classes!  This is amazing!!)
I am currently listening to a podcast entitled &#8220;What Makes a Terrorist.&#8221;  Why, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://imaginatorium.endofnow.com/archives/79</link>
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		<title>Adjustment</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I did something out of the ordinary today.  Instead of doing as I always do, carefully weighing to pro&#8217;s and con&#8217;s of every major purchase and almost always ending up without, I shut my brain off.  My boss&#8217; wife bought a new Mac and it came with a free printer and a free [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://imaginatorium.endofnow.com/archives/67</link>
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		<title>Step by Step</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I ran the stairs today at work.  Up and down&#8230; floor to floor.  I managed to get a few computers moved along the way.  It was quite an exhausting day.
Afterwards, I met up with my friend Diana for coffee and a walk.  The walk ended up lasting almost two hours as [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://imaginatorium.endofnow.com/archives/64</link>
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		<title>Remembering Heather</title>
		<description><![CDATA[
Heather was only three when the Lord took her home.  She would have turned 7 this year.
Although 4 years have passed since this beautiful little girl lost her fight to cancer, my heart still aches for her family- and a future that could have been.  Her family saw her through almost two years [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://imaginatorium.endofnow.com/archives/57</link>
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		<title>Under Construction</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In case anyone has noticed, there have been a few changes to this blog.  For one, it is officially upgraded (woohoo!) and will be undergoing a redesign.  For two, well- I&#8217;m still working on that one.
Construction is a theme that has been on my mind a lot today.  My co-workers and I [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://imaginatorium.endofnow.com/archives/55</link>
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