<?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-7116039356895632675</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:49:41.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious In His Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Liza Campbell Tice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372840049445532209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/ST8ROrPdaEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/76RY6wNpKGQ/S220/006.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116039356895632675.post-1445151682734933581</id><published>2009-02-27T08:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T08:21:43.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>Well my oldest had her first heartbreak this week.  She and her boyfriend broke up.  He was her "real" boyfriend and wow at the memories she brought back for myself.  I felt so helpless watching her cry he eyes out until she just could not cry anymore.  I talked to her and held her, but as you all know a Mama can comfort, but we are old and cannot relate....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded in that moment that this pain she was feeling was something that I could not take away and all I could do is pray for her and pray to God to take away her pain.  God is so awesome!!!!  He dried her tears and comforted her heart in so many ways that day.  Friends were there for her that she had pushed away at times and new friendships were formed.  She did not cry after that day either.  I am so proud of how she has handled herself and am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that God has taken care of her as always. &lt;br /&gt;Remembering back on the times in my life that I have felt as helpless as a teenager in love I realize that in some cases when I did not turn things over to God that things would have been so much easier if I had just let go in the beginning and let God do his thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for all blessings BIG and small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116039356895632675-1445151682734933581?l=lizatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/feeds/1445151682734933581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116039356895632675&amp;postID=1445151682734933581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/1445151682734933581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/1445151682734933581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/2009/02/teenage-heartbreak.html' title='Teenage Heartbreak'/><author><name>Liza Campbell Tice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372840049445532209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/ST8ROrPdaEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/76RY6wNpKGQ/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116039356895632675.post-3612187742026875289</id><published>2009-02-17T09:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:27:15.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe it has been since Christmas since I have posted anything!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, Brian, the girls and I are doing great.  Lena had been sick this past week and that was pretty rough, but she is doing much better.  Faith got her first prom dress yesterday.  She was asked to prom this year and so I guess Brian and I will be going to prom this year!!  :)  Lena saw her in her dress and said "Sissy, you look like a princess".  Lena loves her sissy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are hoping to start Lena at the Christian school her in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chipley&lt;/span&gt; this year, but it is all in God's hands.  Please keep us in your prayers.  She will still be 2 when school starts back, but we feel she is ready for the challenge.  She is so smart and we want her to reach her full potential.   She is like a little sponge and we want her to absorb what she can now.  When they hit teenagers, well we have quickly learned that if there was any common since there that when 13 hits it goes out the window.  Something about the word teen!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;    Faith is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;steadily&lt;/span&gt; reminding me she will get her permit this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;year&lt;/span&gt;.  GOD HELP ME!!!!!   Please be careful on the roads come August 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope you all have a very blessed day!  Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116039356895632675-3612187742026875289?l=lizatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/feeds/3612187742026875289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116039356895632675&amp;postID=3612187742026875289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/3612187742026875289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/3612187742026875289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/2009/02/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>Liza Campbell Tice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372840049445532209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/ST8ROrPdaEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/76RY6wNpKGQ/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116039356895632675.post-3889256407281662333</id><published>2008-12-23T21:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:20:59.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Before Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SVG4e0fHwdI/AAAAAAAAABw/xlydXj0MjAM/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SVG4e0fHwdI/AAAAAAAAABw/xlydXj0MjAM/s320/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283206677507064274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SVG25yrwYJI/AAAAAAAAABo/8P8vKRFpVZc/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SVG25yrwYJI/AAAAAAAAABo/8P8vKRFpVZc/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283204941856399506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SVG25cAggNI/AAAAAAAAABY/kcmjUg8GiS8/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SVG25cAggNI/AAAAAAAAABY/kcmjUg8GiS8/s320/050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283204935769424082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SVG25HgETdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BFdaaitnKuQ/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SVG25HgETdI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BFdaaitnKuQ/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283204930264649170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well tonight is the night before Christmas Eve and we have been busy making food for tomorrow. We will be celebrating out Christmas as a family tomorrow, becuase my oldest has to go to her Mother's home for Christmas this year. We decided not to make the normal turkey and ham, but a roast instead. My home smells of roast and sweet goodies. I am so excited about tomorrow, becuase it will be the first Christmas that Lena has been old enough to get excited about presents and Santa coming tomorrow night. She is very excited!!! She asked tonight could we go to the North Pole to feed the reindeer...it was too cute. I thank God for the blessings he has given me this past year and always.&lt;br /&gt;Above are a few pictures we have taken this week. I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas! Don't lose sight of the true meaning of Christmas, which is Jesus's birth. Take time this Christmas to read Luke 2:1-7 and share with your family the reason we celebrate Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless and Keep you through out the holiday season and the coming new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116039356895632675-3889256407281662333?l=lizatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/feeds/3889256407281662333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116039356895632675&amp;postID=3889256407281662333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/3889256407281662333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/3889256407281662333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/2008/12/night-before-christmas-eve.html' title='Night Before Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Liza Campbell Tice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372840049445532209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/ST8ROrPdaEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/76RY6wNpKGQ/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SVG4e0fHwdI/AAAAAAAAABw/xlydXj0MjAM/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116039356895632675.post-4677895007869388179</id><published>2008-12-18T22:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:08:23.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SUsr0953i9I/AAAAAAAAABI/T-8nX-FaesU/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SUsr0953i9I/AAAAAAAAABI/T-8nX-FaesU/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281363176992508882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I got to spend a few hours with just my two girls.  It was the greatest gift Brian could have given me.  Faith is in high school now and I am sure you all remember those days when your parent were just the people you asked money from or the people who provided food and shelter.  I have been lucky because Faith and I have been very close for a long time now.  Of course now we, meaning she, has a boyfriend and well that means mama takes a back burner.  Well tonight she was grounded from the phone for not doing her dishes so therefore we had our time back, even if it was just for tonight.  I can honestly say I have missed our girl talks and time together since she started high school and the boyfriend came along.  I told her tonight she was grounded from the phone for at least one night a week from now on.....I will win my time back with authority....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then there is my precious bundle of joy Lena.  She is emulating everything Faith does and says.  She loves her sissy.  Tonight if Faith was cleaning Lena was cleaning.  If Sissy got a bath Lena was too. They were so precious.  Lena is getting so big and I wish so much time would slow down.  She is starting to move away from me some, which is good in some ways.  Sometimes she will tell me, "No Mommy, Lena do it".  I am so proud of her for doing things on her own, but part of me wants to grab her and hold on. There are moments when I rock her to sleep that I just sit there and hold her with the realization that in just a little while this will not be happening.  In a blink of an eye she will be Faith's age and I am just not ready for that.  Then again it will be nice to see my girls grown and living the life God has planned for them.  Please pray for us cause we are trying to potty train this little one.  She will go on the potty. but not all the time.  However the little stinker can change her own pull up and will.  Go figure!  This should be an interesting challenge.....I will keep you posted on what I am sure will be a very interesting challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116039356895632675-4677895007869388179?l=lizatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/feeds/4677895007869388179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116039356895632675&amp;postID=4677895007869388179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/4677895007869388179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/4677895007869388179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-girls.html' title='My Girls'/><author><name>Liza Campbell Tice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372840049445532209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/ST8ROrPdaEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/76RY6wNpKGQ/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SUsr0953i9I/AAAAAAAAABI/T-8nX-FaesU/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116039356895632675.post-4747777430963869474</id><published>2008-12-18T12:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:11:38.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Thought</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to take a minute today to say how thankful I am for the reminder that this time of year is not just about presents and Santa, but it is a time to celebrate the birth of OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST.  When you are cuddled up and are all excited about the gifts and fun, take a minute to read Luke 2:1-7 with your family in honor and memory of all the Lord has done for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116039356895632675-4747777430963869474?l=lizatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/feeds/4747777430963869474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116039356895632675&amp;postID=4747777430963869474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/4747777430963869474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/4747777430963869474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/2008/12/glitter-graphics.html' title='Quick Thought'/><author><name>Liza Campbell Tice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372840049445532209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/ST8ROrPdaEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/76RY6wNpKGQ/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116039356895632675.post-4194015246377303055</id><published>2008-12-15T09:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:09:34.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They Grow So Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SUZ9mfqtdrI/AAAAAAAAABA/UBxlLWRKKJE/s1600-h/Liza+%26+Lena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SUZ9mfqtdrI/AAAAAAAAABA/UBxlLWRKKJE/s320/Liza+%26+Lena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280045713427625650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was looking and watching Lena all weekend and it a bitter sweet reward to watch her grow.  I want to much to see her grow big and strong, but at the same time I want to keep her safely in my arms.  She started last week telling me " I not a baby Mommy, I Lena". To which my response was that she would always be my baby no matter how big she got.  She has also started asking to play in her room more.  The other day she asked me for the first time could she eat in her room!  I thought that did not start until she was bigger.  She is growing too fast!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is one of my favorites when she was 3 weeks old.  Wow how time goes by so quickly.  I cannot believe she is already 2 years old.  I thank God for this wonderful gift he has given me.  She is a blessing and a gift like no other I have ever received or ever will again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is a busy week.  I ask all of my friends to please keep me in your prayers.  I have to go Tuesday to the ENT to have a camera put into my left sinus to see how things look since my surgery last September.  I am a little worried only because I have had some (little) pain and swelling.  I pray God will just heal it all but I am in His hands regardless of the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Tuesday the fun stuff starts.  The youth have their Christmas party Wednesday night and then Faith has about 40 friends coming over Friday night.  Please pray I make it through...lol!!!  We will have a great time!  Please keep those who will start their holiday travels this week in your prayers.  I know a lot of colleges finish up this week as do Washington County schools.  MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116039356895632675-4194015246377303055?l=lizatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/feeds/4194015246377303055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116039356895632675&amp;postID=4194015246377303055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/4194015246377303055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/4194015246377303055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-was-looking-and-watching-lena-all.html' title='They Grow So Fast'/><author><name>Liza Campbell Tice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372840049445532209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/ST8ROrPdaEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/76RY6wNpKGQ/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SUZ9mfqtdrI/AAAAAAAAABA/UBxlLWRKKJE/s72-c/Liza+%26+Lena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116039356895632675.post-8073459070393441601</id><published>2008-12-12T12:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:20:19.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In and Out On Friday</title><content type='html'>I got up this morning wanting to go shopping, but did not want to go alone.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;No one&lt;/span&gt; could go today so I decided to take Lena and myself to lunch.  For those of you who do not know I have had anxiety problems since my mom died and I do not like to go anywhere by myself or too far from home.  I'm praying that God will deliver me from those anxieties. It just came to my full attention this past weekend that I had not completely let go and given it all to God, so now with God's help I am working on that area of my life.  Anyhow, Lena was tired when we left so when we got to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; she did not want to stay (she was not being bad, just wanted to go to bed).  I was anxious and did not want to be there myself and it really bothered me because I felt so much better all week.  When I got home I decided to read my friend Jenifer's devotional blog, By His Grace.  "O" my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;goodness&lt;/span&gt;, I think God just told her what I needed this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt;.  On Friday's she does a devotional from Psalm and today is was Psalm 23:6a, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NKJV&lt;/span&gt;, "“Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life;”.  Reading that verse and the blog that followed hit me that no matter what I face in my life, and there will be trials and not so great times, that His goodness and mercy will follow.  So, when I have days that I feel anxious, God is with me and his goodness will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;follow&lt;/span&gt;!!!  Isn't it great to know that no matter what God always wins out in the end.  PRAISE GOD!!!!  God Bless you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116039356895632675-8073459070393441601?l=lizatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/feeds/8073459070393441601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116039356895632675&amp;postID=8073459070393441601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/8073459070393441601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/8073459070393441601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-and-out-on-friday.html' title='In and Out On Friday'/><author><name>Liza Campbell Tice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372840049445532209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/ST8ROrPdaEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/76RY6wNpKGQ/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116039356895632675.post-1272384241537264508</id><published>2008-12-11T21:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:09:58.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day 2 and My Girls</title><content type='html'>Today was one of those days that not much was done, but I just could not seem to slow down.  Lena and I spent some of the morning curled up in the recliner cuddling.  It is moments like this that I look back and think about my mom and how much I miss her.  She would have loved to be in that same recline holding my baby girl just as she held me so many times many years ago.  I will never know or understand why she is not here with me to comfort me when I need her and enjoy the happy moments God has blessed my family with.  I take comfort in knowing that my mom is in heaven waiting on me and I will be with her again one day.  Thank you Jesus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SUHgoAyrTgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NJsaiPXpLnI/s1600-h/Faith+and+Lena2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 333px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SUHgoAyrTgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NJsaiPXpLnI/s320/Faith+and+Lena2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278747216266874370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I wanted to share the latest picture of my girls....their Christmas picture.  The oldest is Faith.  She is a freshman at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chipley&lt;/span&gt; High School and one of the smartest teenagers I know.  The knowledge in that child's head is amazing.  She is in 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade and taking a 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade math course.  I can only imagine what she is meant for in this world and I cannot wait to see what God does with her beauty and brains!!!  Faith is actually my stepdaughter, but she is mine to me.  I love her just as I love Lena and I have been so blessed to have  her in my life.  She is my best friend and one of the lights of my life and I cannot imagine a day with out her in it to share the good and bad.  She is a wonderful blessing!!!&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;youngest&lt;/span&gt; is Lena.  Lena came into our life 2 years ago on November 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  She was named after my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mema&lt;/span&gt; (Lena Pearl Campbell).  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mema&lt;/span&gt; was able to witness Lena being brought into this world and was able to spend almost a full year with h er before the Lord called her home.  We are all blessed for the time that Lena had with her.  I thank God he allowed my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mema&lt;/span&gt; to be a part of her early life.  Lena takes after her big sissy in the smarts department.  When she came into this world she was wide eyed and absorbing everything around her.  She was not a typical sleep all the time baby.  Trust me if God had not answered my prayers for her to sleep I do not think she ever would have.  To this day she is like a sponge soaking up everything around her.  She is like her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mema&lt;/span&gt;.....nosey!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  I am so excited watching her grow.  I so wish she would stay little longer, because time flies so fast, but I am so excited to see what Gos has planned for her.  IT WILL BE AMAZING!!!!  Lena is the light in my life that gives me that extra get up and go.  Her smiles melt my heart and I can honestly say that there is no greater love other than our heavenly Father and Lord Jesus Christ than the love of a child.  Thank you Lord for blessing me with 2 of the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; and wonderful gifts, Faith and Lena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116039356895632675-1272384241537264508?l=lizatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/feeds/1272384241537264508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116039356895632675&amp;postID=1272384241537264508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/1272384241537264508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/1272384241537264508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-one-of-those-days-that-not.html' title='Rainy Day 2 and My Girls'/><author><name>Liza Campbell Tice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372840049445532209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/ST8ROrPdaEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/76RY6wNpKGQ/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SUHgoAyrTgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/NJsaiPXpLnI/s72-c/Faith+and+Lena2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116039356895632675.post-3181847190031213480</id><published>2008-12-10T14:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:37:37.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>Well today is one of God's beautiful rainy days.  On days like today it is nice to curl up with a good book under a blanket and just listen to the beautiful music the rain makes.  I remember as a child I was scared of thunderstorms, but something happened within me the day my mom died.  I remember that I had to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dothan&lt;/span&gt; the day she died and get some things she had requested at her funeral.  It was a rainy day like today with thunder and lightning popping everywhere.  I was at the traffic light in front of the mall and it seemed light 2 bolts of lightening clashed together right above me.  I don't know what happened that day other than from that moment on I had a peace about thunderstorms and enjoy them......most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am watching Lena stand at the window looking out at the rain.  She turns to me and says "Mommy whats that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nosin&lt;/span&gt;" (her word for noise).  She questions everything lately.  She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;absorbs&lt;/span&gt; all.  I see now why God says that we are to come to him like little children.  They want to soak up everything around them.  They have to know everything.  This is how I, we all, should be with our relationship with Christ.  The need should be great and the desire for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;knowledge&lt;/span&gt; strong.  O how wonderful the innocence of a child and the pureness about them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SUAm_tYjjhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tOnwXmcewy8/s1600-h/08-23-08_1551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SUAm_tYjjhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tOnwXmcewy8/s320/08-23-08_1551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278261639234424338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was not taken today, but I thought it captured the pureness I was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One last thought today.  I was reading my Bible this morning and felt the Lord telling me to read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathew 3:3 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NIV&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;".......Prepare the way for the Lord make straight paths for him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does the Lord want you to do to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;prepare&lt;/span&gt; that path for him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I asked Him that very question this morning and now I am just waiting for Him to show me what he wants me to be doing for Him. &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/7116039356895632675-3181847190031213480?l=lizatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/feeds/3181847190031213480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116039356895632675&amp;postID=3181847190031213480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/3181847190031213480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/3181847190031213480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/2008/12/rainy-day.html' title='Rainy Day'/><author><name>Liza Campbell Tice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372840049445532209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/ST8ROrPdaEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/76RY6wNpKGQ/S220/006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/SUAm_tYjjhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tOnwXmcewy8/s72-c/08-23-08_1551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7116039356895632675.post-8066471783525517117</id><published>2008-12-09T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:46:07.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Through Renewed Eyes</title><content type='html'>I feel like I cannot do anything else today until I share with you what God has been dealing with me about today, well all weekend.  I have spent many days since my mother's death in 1996 wondering why and being upset, hurt, and even angry at times.  Allowing these emotions to take over my life I have experienced anxiety attacks, panic attacks, and have closed my self off from people not wanting to get close for the fear of losing them or getting hurt.  Other than my close family it is been hard to really let someone else in.  In the past year I have been struggling with the loss of friendships and the closeness and comfort friends can bring to your life.  This past weekend I have felt like God was trying to bring me home again in a relationship with Him that I lacked or only dabbled with for a while now.  A dear friend of mine was online Sunday and she and I had a heart to heart about "Letting Go" and giving God control of everything.  I have asked God to take control in the past, but have not let go.  After crying and praying I began to read my Bible praying and searching for what God wanted me to do.  It was funny because when I opened up my devotional book the title of the study in bold letters what "LET GO"  I think God was trying to tell me something.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I felt the Lord leading me to the book of James.  I did not know how much I was going to read or if I was going to even understand what I was reading.  I opened it up and began to read.  When I got to verse 5 in Chapter 1 I started feeling God moving although since I was not use to listening I was not sure what he was saying so I kept reading. By the time I reached vers 8 I felt something telling me to stop and go back.  I reread verses 5 - 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James 1:5-6 (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him.  But when he ask, he must believe and not doubt, because he who doubts I like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this over a few times and even looking at The Message Bible translation I realized that the unconditional love that I had lost when my mom died was right here all the time in Jesus Christ.  I guess I felt unworthy or that He would be disappointed in me like I felt others had been in the past.  I was trying to hide from Him I guess.  Guess what??  YA CAN'T DO THAT!!!  God also showed me that all the times I had asked him to take away something or tried to give him part of me I was not believing He was strong enough to handle it all.  All I needed to to is believe...that simple.  By believing in Him I am trusting him and living on the faith that he alone can handle everything in my life.  I am sure there will be times I fall and He has to pick me up again, but today is a day that I praise Him and rejoice in the peace that he has given me and I will everyday through the good and the bad, because God is with me and will NEVER leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you Lord Jesus!!  I praise you for the past, present, future and those who you have brought in and out of my life that have touched me in ways that only you could have known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to share that while all of this was happening I was reading a Christian fiction novel entitled "Every Now and Then", by Karen Kingsbury.  This was the first time I had read anything by her and one of the few Christian based authors I have read.  In the book the main character was dealing with his father's death and had pulled away from friends and family.  It was strange to me how some of the emotions he was feeling I also had felt.  If you enjoy reading this is a great book and has truly left me with a more open mind and stronger desire to follow the Lord and His plan for my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7116039356895632675-8066471783525517117?l=lizatice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/feeds/8066471783525517117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7116039356895632675&amp;postID=8066471783525517117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/8066471783525517117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7116039356895632675/posts/default/8066471783525517117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizatice.blogspot.com/2008/12/seeing-through-renewed-eyes.html' title='Seeing Through Renewed Eyes'/><author><name>Liza Campbell Tice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17372840049445532209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vuzlUCWAz3I/ST8ROrPdaEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/76RY6wNpKGQ/S220/006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
