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I'm working on my budget.  The realization hits.  If I want change; I have to be the change.  I have to BE what I want.  I have to lead the way.  So... it could get ugly around here as I stick firm to the detailed budget that I have.  I might stomp my feet.  Things I love or things my husband or my children love might have to be cut.  Areas that make our lives easier and more fun.  Diet Pepsi, Horses, TV, Eating out, Internet....  What should go and what should stay?  Do I cut or see how long I can keep stretching the rubber band until it breaks??????  Am I willing to do what it takes to have a new future?

Then... I watch the news.  Protest in four states because of cuts.  Difficult decisions faced by every American during the next few months.  As I watched the news... I let out a deep sigh.  It looks like my house.  We have choices to make.  What we want verses what we have.  Where we want to go versus where we are now.  Every single one of us have to take responsibility for ourselves and our families.  Let's start here.

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  1. Jodene ShawFebruary 22, 2011 at 11:35 PM

    Heather...it's 11:35 p.m. I am right there with you. That is what I have been journaling, praying, planning all about for the past hour.

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  2. Heather Ann GillFebruary 23, 2011 at 6:09 AM

    Isn't it amazing how God speaks to His church!!!
    How are you doing on yours?

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