<?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-8096059712144387864</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:21:43.336-04:00</updated><category term='State of the Union'/><title type='text'>The Sherards</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bobby and Jenna Sherard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12836575888250260067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/SpbsIUmUtoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WpnCD39orgI/S220/colorSHERARD.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096059712144387864.post-4399545013031869479</id><published>2011-06-09T23:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T00:31:28.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Already... but not yet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I'm setting out to regularly update you on the rambling adventures of life with a "soon to be here" new baby.  As I write this I'm sitting with one leg propped up on our coffee table (which I've obsessively dusted as the nesting phase kicks into the highest possible gear).  It's huge and swollen as is my baby belly.  We're waiting for her with the same eagerness that we had as we waited for our wedding day.  It wasn't so much the wedding we were striving for but the actual marriage.  What would it be like to be an "us" forever?  A little over a year later, that "us" would change dramatically.  We found out I was pregnant on October 1st.  We'd scheduled a weekend marriage conference and were heading to Greensboro to get all we could out of this conference about loving, honoring and esteeming one another.  As we sat through the meetings talking about marriage all we heard was our minds screaming at each other, "We're having a baby.  The test was positive."  Actually I heard, "I should go get another test, the last three said positive, but it could be wrong."  (I was a little anxious if you can't tell).  It was a great weekend where just the two of us were in on this secret.  We'd talked about what our kids would be like from the first month we dated and now it was a reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; We were amazed by God's goodness to us.  We found out our baby was a girl in January!!  And on that day we named her Celia Joy.  So now... after months of preparing and planning and growing (by the ladies in our family) we arrive at 40 weeks and 2 days!!  I can't wait to see her face, to watch her see her Daddy for the first time, to touch her soft skin and to completely fall in love with her.  So we covet your prayers for us as we trust the Lord's timing.  He knows her birthday, after all!  He's planned her life!  Pray that I can have her without being induced.  I know that she'll be here next week at the latest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As I wait I've tried to do something special each day to pass the time away.  Today Bobby took me to breakfast at The Food Factory in Cary.  I had two breakfasts of an omelette and yummy french toast, plus fresh fruit. ( Gratuitous Eating for two= trying to coax her out by totally stuffing her to the brim).  Thats a huge benefit of being pregnant in the summer time... road side stands full of veggies.  Tomorrow we go back to the doctor and I'll be put on the monitor to check on Celia.  We'll schedule an induction for next week and then hope, pray and wish that I go on my own before then!!  So until then I've been watching an extreme amount of Golden Girls and cleaning everything in sight.  Life is good.  I'm trying to creatively balance my computer on my lap (which is completely taken up by my baby) She's already here, but just not yet... we'll let you know when our hope becomes a reality.  Until then Dorothy, Rose and Blanche get my undivided attention.  It'll likely be one of the last times my attention will truly be undivided.   Bobby likes the show too, don't know if he'd admit it or not.  (I just did it for him!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096059712144387864-4399545013031869479?l=thesherards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/feeds/4399545013031869479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2011/06/already-but-not-yet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/4399545013031869479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/4399545013031869479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2011/06/already-but-not-yet.html' title='Already... but not yet!'/><author><name>Bobby and Jenna Sherard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12836575888250260067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/SpbsIUmUtoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WpnCD39orgI/S220/colorSHERARD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096059712144387864.post-9195120287335057255</id><published>2010-02-10T22:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:57:39.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/S3N_8IsedWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/q9teTf8w8V4/s1600-h/Winning+Roy.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/S3N_8IsedWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/q9teTf8w8V4/s400/Winning+Roy.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436829846269228386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;So tonight I'm being completely spastic.  We are watching the UNC game...against Duke and I swanny If they don't win I'm going to just flip a lid!  (Not really I'm just imagining what it would be like to feel that passionate about it).  I do want them to win though.  I must say however, I'm more than a tad disappointed by Roy's 'tude these days.  I guess I understand it, but my image of him is taking a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about "In Roy We Trust?" UNC fans?  I mean, sports (from my tenderhearted perspective) just don't make sense s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;ometimes.  All you folks who jumped on the big band wagon when we were the national champions and have suddenly very vocally jumped ship in light of recent losses (I realize I just said wagon and ship in the same metaphor) just don't make sense.  Once you're in...you're in.  People should take care of their own back yards and let Roy handle his (Bobby would insert a smart remark right about now).  I realize I'm on metaphor overload.  Sorry.  That's all I will probably ever say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing a novel.  Pray.  I want to finish it and tonight I started thinking about how I'm 25 (well almost) and I started the thing at 21.  Oh dear!  So I peppered Bobby with questions about my writing ability:&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Do you think I'm a writer?"&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: "Yes baby.  Of course I do."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well what if I never get published?"&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: "You have to try."&lt;br /&gt;Me: whiny, dramatic sighing...&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: "You can't not try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of all of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; right?  We can't just "not try".  So we try at most everything we do each day (laundry, cooking, time managment, support raising, being a good friend).  I am starting to relax just a little with the process of "trying".  I have to remind myself that writing should be done because it's fun and I feel called to it.  I sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/S3N9COFyk2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/TlyZJtFJDiw/s1600-h/sugar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/S3N9COFyk2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/TlyZJtFJDiw/s400/sugar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436826652261913442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;ould do it because it's inside me and not because I am performance anxietying my way through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Bobby is missing his drums these days!  He got a mandolin and a recorder to quench the thirst to play.  He also has a harmonica and every time "Fool in the Rain" comes on he wales on it.  I'm very proud of any and all of his musical escapades.  I clap and yell "Hercules!  Hercules" when he learns a new song. (Sorry for The Nutty Professor reference.  That movie actually made me cry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at 84% towards getting to full support!  Praise God for his constant provision.  Wanted to let you all know.  Thanks for the prayers you've sent up.  We feel them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096059712144387864-9195120287335057255?l=thesherards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/feeds/9195120287335057255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-tonight-im-being-completely-spastic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/9195120287335057255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/9195120287335057255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-tonight-im-being-completely-spastic.html' title='Random one.'/><author><name>Bobby and Jenna Sherard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12836575888250260067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/SpbsIUmUtoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WpnCD39orgI/S220/colorSHERARD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/S3N_8IsedWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/q9teTf8w8V4/s72-c/Winning+Roy.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096059712144387864.post-3693103522377505788</id><published>2010-01-22T14:51:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:02:48.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>K Loving it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/S1ofIHuxQsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UdlkZXPxkgI/s1600-h/Awkward+Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/S1ofIHuxQsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UdlkZXPxkgI/s400/Awkward+Photo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429686525123183298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bobby's b-day is coming up!!  Last year we went to Sears wearing weird clothes and had fake engagement photos taken.  We practiced in the car before and Bobby taught me to smile as awkwardly as possible.  It was glorious.  Can anyone help me top that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/S1ofzsQs0iI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6l9RZI6YOzY/s1600-h/identity-over.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/S1ofzsQs0iI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6l9RZI6YOzY/s400/identity-over.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429687273663549986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning: This is going to be my most KLOVE ish post to date. (KLOVE is a Christian radio station that leans on the cheesy side, but I listen to it almost all the time.  It's not Bobby's favorite however.  It's slogan is "postitive, encouraging, KLove!" sung in a little jingle.  So anytime we go somewhere in my car Bobby can't wait to change the station and sing "negative, discouraging, Other stations!" to the same tune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am usually intense and introspective, but I try to limit that to my time with the Lord.  But, I also want to be vulnerable to some degree and since you know about my recent brush with the law I'm feeling a little more bold in what I'll share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So we've focused on building our team of minisitry partners since August.  We've watched God abundantly provide us with support and prayer partners.  Today, however, I had a moment when I just felt weary and tired.  Then I heard this song that Jesus plays for me when I'm having a blind moment in regards to his purpose and it made me want to curl up in a comfy chair and sip Chick fil A coffee and rest in Christ.  (Which lucky for me the office has a comfy arm chair and chick fil A(spelling here?) is giving away free coffee all week).  So I leaned back into the chair and let Christ have whatever burdens I commonly carry around.  Here are a few stanzas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh gently lay your head upon my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and I will comfort you like a mother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;while you rest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the tide can change so fast, but I will stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the same through past, the same in future, same today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am constant; I am near &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am peace that shatters all your secret fears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am holy; I am wise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm the only one who knows your heart's desires &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; your heart's desires &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; oh weary, tired and worn, let out your sighs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and drop that heavy load you hold 'cause Mine is light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I know you through and through; there's no need to hide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I want to show you love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that is deep and high and wide &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's by Jill Phillips. God played it once when I had a migraine in the middle of Daytona Beach Summer Project and I felt so lonely and frustrated.  I heard the song and it reminded me that God is constant.  God is constant.  He will never change and his emotions arn't based on my performance!   My headache didn't go away, but I let God into my situation and it changed my response.  I love when God meets us right where we are.  I want to believe that I shouldn't hide anything from my Savior.  His peace really does shatter secret fears (fear of failure or rejection).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was an English Major.  Words minister to me more than anything else.  For some people it's nature.  I personally can go outside and be out for hours without even looking up at the sky.  However, I do see God through words.  I actually fell in love with him that way.  In middle school I wrote letters to Jesus.  I dished about everything I'd experienced during the day.  (Y'all know the drama of middle school- frizzy hair plus braces plus lack of athleticism makes for an awkward couple of years... no need for elaboration here :))  And God met me.  I felt him delight in the words I wrote and cry with me or laugh with me (and also probably at me sometimes.  Ex: I flipped out about wanting to find my husband at the age of 13.  My parents dated when they were that age so I blame them for my unrealistic expectations here! )  Anyway, God's grace covered all things (even the silly ones) and I felt God's intense concern and care for me at that age.  I trusted him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met my intensity quota for the day.  Bobby will be relieved :)!  Now that you all know my passion for words you can also be comforted by the fact that I regularly stalk your blogs to learn all I can from your words.  Lindsey... thanks for the encouragment to keep updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this video if you haven't seen it.  I think that Handerson's okay (little Hatian boy from the TLC Barefoot school... keep praying for the others though.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tX1ElrtA6s" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tX1ElrtA6s" unselectable="on" contenteditable="false"&gt;http://www.youtube.comwatch?v=3tX1ElrtA6s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  This gave me so much hope.  I love the way this little boy is so joyful to be alive!!!  I LOVE it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bobby should update next time.  He loves to share about middle school drama and looking for his wife in the 7th grade!  kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="KonaLink3" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/jill-phillips-i-am-lyrics.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static; color: rgb(0, 14, 0);font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static; color: rgb(0, 14, 0);font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096059712144387864-3693103522377505788?l=thesherards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/feeds/3693103522377505788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-i-usually-dont-blog-when-im-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/3693103522377505788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/3693103522377505788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-i-usually-dont-blog-when-im-in.html' title='K Loving it!'/><author><name>Bobby and Jenna Sherard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12836575888250260067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/SpbsIUmUtoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WpnCD39orgI/S220/colorSHERARD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/S1ofIHuxQsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/UdlkZXPxkgI/s72-c/Awkward+Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096059712144387864.post-6724541315342543584</id><published>2010-01-20T22:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:03:58.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dag Gum.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Today I (Jenna) exercised for the first time this week.  It is my New Years resolution to do so at least three times a week.  My highest record is twice a week since January began.  I'm happy with that though.  My second resolution is to not put so much dag gum pressure on every part of my life.  So I'm learning to just be pleased with how it happens each week and not worry about the space between reality and perfection.  (By the way, the usage of the word "dag gum" is in honor of my sweet Bobby.  He uses it many many times a day and "dag gummit" is for when he is super stressed).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I thought "dag gummit" today because I unfortunately sustained an unsightly citation for operation of a motor vehicle at a higher velocity than required by the state of North Carolina.  I got a ticket.  It was the worst.  I sped up to get around a truck that was backing into the middle of the road and then I didn't decelerate as soon as I should have.  So I had to just admit the fact that I was speeding.  The cop pulled me over in front of our office (mortifying let me just say) and listened to my explanation as my hands shook while getting my license out.  I really should start watching more of those cop shows on tv.  Then I wouldn't have been so shaken up.  The cop wasn't mean at all, just stern.  I called Bobby when he went to write a citation and sobbed my face off.  His words: "It's okay.  Get it together for me.  Don't cry when he comes back.  Do you want me to come out there?"  My response: "No!!! Don't do that.  I can handle it.  I'll call you to come outside when he leaves."  When the cop drove away I got out my cell phone to call Bobby when, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted him.  He had gone outside the backdoor of the office and was hidden behind the building to watch the cop hand me the ticket.  He was watching to make sure I was okay.  I was.  It's just one of those things that happens when you least expect it... and usually when you are speeding.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Tonight we had pork chops with our basketball.  I've changed so much in marriage.  I just sincerely prayed that NC State could hang on and beat Duke.  I meant it too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I am off to a babysitting job in the morning.  Ten babies, two babysitters (including me), bring it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ticket or not- we are so very blessed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096059712144387864-6724541315342543584?l=thesherards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/feeds/6724541315342543584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2010/01/dag-gum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/6724541315342543584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/6724541315342543584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2010/01/dag-gum.html' title='Dag Gum.'/><author><name>Bobby and Jenna Sherard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12836575888250260067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/SpbsIUmUtoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WpnCD39orgI/S220/colorSHERARD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096059712144387864.post-3486119668561224285</id><published>2010-01-19T22:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:26:36.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting in the Waiting Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We are watching Clemson play the rambling wreck of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/S1Z0ZOim40I/AAAAAAAAAEs/q1t-p9p9tx0/s1600-h/Winter+us%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/S1Z0ZOim40I/AAAAAAAAAEs/q1t-p9p9tx0/s400/Winter+us%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428654377590514498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Georgia Tech. That's what Bobby's been singing at least for the past few days. It's a close game and Bobby just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/S1ZrANiqG7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/W4QjmjeEp7g/s1600-h/Jenna+and+Ashley+B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/S1ZrANiqG7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/W4QjmjeEp7g/s400/Jenna+and+Ashley+B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428644052220910514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; screamed "boom shacalaca" and air pumped his fist. I am wearing my "J" apron over my white long sleeve tee and just made easy peasy spaghetti. One of my specialties. This is what I always imagined married life to be like. Spaghet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ti and Basketball.  I love it.  (Bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;bby just threw his hat just so you are aware- the game is getting heated).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My friend Ashley B. came for a visit on Sunday. It was glorious. We laughed so hard that my stomach hurt and I had to run to the sink during dinner to spit my drink out. The best part is neither of us had any idea why we were laughing. Bobby just watched the whole thing play out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What I didn't expect in married life happened today. It centered around the trek to the Social Security office in North Raleigh where we journeyed to change my name on my card. It takes forever to do that kind of thing. We got there after driving thirty minutes from the office and realized we'd forgotten (like morons :)) our marriage license. Bobby had to drive a full thirty minutes back to Apex and then back to Raleigh. That was fine though because he left me to fend for myself in the line. (#373 in the gen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;eral line).  It was crazy town in there because so many people were hot, ticked off and disliking the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sermon recently where the pastor was talking about "waiting" and one of the things that makes it bearable is knowing that everyone waiting with you is equally perturbed. I watched that unfold. One woman waiting to be seen took it upon herself to patrol the crowd for any person using a cell phone because the signs clearly said "NO CELL PHONES". It totally cracked me up. She didn't work for the government. She just wanted to focus her energy I guess. I looked at all the different faces and unsaid stories in that little room and actually thought about how amazing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;God is as our creator. Not one person in there looked alike and yet everyone was equal in that room. Each person deserved the same attention and got it... even if it took a little longer than average.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It also made me think about the chaos in Haiti right now. All of my parent's friends at the TLC Barefoot school in Port Au Prince survived. I know God spared them for his glory and for his purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/S1ZqhcTxoyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/i0NMRTCD218/s1600-h/TLCpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/S1ZqhcTxoyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/i0NMRTCD218/s400/TLCpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428643523609076514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; There is still a search for Handerson (a little boy they support- he is PRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;CIOUS). They think he and his family may have fled the city to the countryside for safety. Please pray for him and for the people surviving the pain of the quake. I can't imagine what they must be going through. All of that put a measly hour and a half of waiting today in complete perspective.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are ramblings from me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Clemson just lost by two.  Bummer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/S1ZvGpai1SI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kH3rEv8oNDo/s1600-h/Clemson+vs+UNC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/S1ZvGpai1SI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kH3rEv8oNDo/s400/Clemson+vs+UNC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428648560828798242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;man.  I hate it when that happens.  They fought so hard.  But all in all they beat UNC and State in one week so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; they must have been tired... right?  Bobby was very sweet about the UNC loss by the way.  He didn't rub it in even once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He didn't even talk about the refs wearing "baby blue underwear".  I'm guessing he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;knew they were burnt orange all along. kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are continuing to labor with all of God's energy on building our support team. Please pray that we would be able to finish strong. We need 20% more to be Dones-ville. (I've said Crazy Town and Donesville in this post. That is so Lames-burg) Thanks for your prayers as usual. I'm working on sprucing up the old blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096059712144387864-3486119668561224285?l=thesherards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/feeds/3486119668561224285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2010/01/sitting-in-waiting-room.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/3486119668561224285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/3486119668561224285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2010/01/sitting-in-waiting-room.html' title='Sitting in the Waiting Room'/><author><name>Bobby and Jenna Sherard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12836575888250260067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/SpbsIUmUtoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WpnCD39orgI/S220/colorSHERARD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/S1Z0ZOim40I/AAAAAAAAAEs/q1t-p9p9tx0/s72-c/Winter+us%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096059712144387864.post-7835762526764426440</id><published>2009-11-13T11:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T11:43:14.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My God is a Giver.</title><content type='html'>So our friend Kristin inspired me today to update the blog.  I love to write so it's weird that I don't share more here.  The weather outside is frightful and because of that I am listening to you guessed it... Christmas music.  Bobby is firmly against celebrating before Thanksgiving hits, but I can't help it.  I listen to Pandora radio when I'm in the office because it's free and you can literally listen to anything you want.   I typed in Christmas music first and got this new age junk by techno musicians and so then I typed in "Classic Holiday Music" and Bing Crosby sounded through my ear phones.  That's more like it!!  Christmas makes winter more bearable.  As does engagements.  Bobby and I were engaged last December and two dear friends from college are recently  betrothed (Laura Fletcher to John Stevenson and Elizabeth Cherry to Graham Alexander).  Their married names will sound so distinguished.  I know they will be beautiful brides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big news on the street:- God knows what we need and he provides for us.&lt;br /&gt;I know this shouldn't be such a shocker to me considering that he has given us everything we need for life and godliness since day 1, but a blessing on Sunday hammered it home.  We took Bobby's 96 Explorer out to Colorado this summer where I joined staff.  We drove (and drived and drove and drived) all the way out there and all the way back and got home to Apex on a Saturday night.  Sunday we purposed to go to the grocery store and only there.  We got in the car and cranked her up and she gave out completely.  Wouldn't even start for us.  We actually died laughing, because we knew how much the car had been through in the cross country jaunt.  We prayed for it to get us home from Colorado, not for it to get us to the store.  So we counted our blessings that we weren't stuck in middle of nowhere, Kansas.  The following weeks were filled with many trips to Apex Auto (honest, dependable service) and we just couldn't afford to keep fixing it.  So we sold it.  And we were down to one car between the two of us.  We would get another one when we could afford to make payments (ie when we were done with support).  Then the unexpected happened...&lt;br /&gt;A couple on our team called and said they'd found a really great deal on a car and wanted to bless us with it!  They gave us a car!  I couldn't believe it.  My response before the Lord was just to cry and be amazed.  Bobby had more composure as usual, but was equally floored by God's generosity and these friends love for us.  They met a real need we had and God got so much glory from it.  I'll post a pic once it gets here on Sunday.  (Bobby's parents are driving it to Winston and we'll go pick it up then).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks Forresters and most importantly Praise God from whom all blessings flow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.... Merry Christmas from Bing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096059712144387864-7835762526764426440?l=thesherards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/feeds/7835762526764426440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-god-is-giver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/7835762526764426440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/7835762526764426440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-god-is-giver.html' title='My God is a Giver.'/><author><name>Bobby and Jenna Sherard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12836575888250260067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/SpbsIUmUtoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WpnCD39orgI/S220/colorSHERARD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096059712144387864.post-5191117028721249904</id><published>2009-10-27T17:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:14:43.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Much Needed Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you all can tell, Jenna and I don't update our Blog nearly enough...so that's what I'm doing now.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what's new:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've gotten to share with Jenna's home church, we've gone to ATL to work on support and also go to a Support-raising Follow-Up conference. I know you all think "CCC" stands from "Campus Crusade for Christ", but I'm starting to think it's "Conferences, Crusades, and Christ"...jk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've seen God do big things in the last month. We've reached 62% of our goal and here are our goals for the rest of our support raising:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goal 1: reach 60% by Nov. 1, 2009. GOAL MET!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goal 2: reach 75% by Dec. 1, 2009. IN THE PROCESS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goal 3: reach 90% by January 1, 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goal 4: reach 100% by January 31st, 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please be praying that these goals would be met and that God would raise up the rest of our support soon! We're encouraged and we're working hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will be working on support in Pinehurst, Raleigh, up in Virginia, and in Clemson in the weeks to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much for your prayers and support!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Clemson beat Miami in overtime...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/Sudinmk_72I/AAAAAAAAADc/w-BcMdN_57g/s400/Jacoby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397391110936981346" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096059712144387864-5191117028721249904?l=thesherards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/feeds/5191117028721249904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2009/10/much-needed-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/5191117028721249904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/5191117028721249904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2009/10/much-needed-update.html' title='A Much Needed Update'/><author><name>Bobby and Jenna Sherard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12836575888250260067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/SpbsIUmUtoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WpnCD39orgI/S220/colorSHERARD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/Sudinmk_72I/AAAAAAAAADc/w-BcMdN_57g/s72-c/Jacoby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096059712144387864.post-2495445991062823600</id><published>2009-09-18T13:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:15:00.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircuts, LOST, &amp; MPD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I got a haircut. &lt;div&gt;I go to &lt;a href="http://www.probarbersofcary.com/"&gt;Professional Barbers of Cary&lt;/a&gt; where Jeff Lovell treats me with 2 TVs with ESPN &amp;amp; a hot lather neck shave...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenna went today to Chapel Hill to get her haircut at Aveda of Chapel Hill...where you can get these kinda haircuts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/SrPL3z-KxNI/AAAAAAAAABg/mgV_Se36ujc/s200/1c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382870139342079186" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/SrPLsynSkzI/AAAAAAAAABY/99oWH-sAvto/s200/1d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382869949999125298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, Jenna came back with a pretty, "normal" do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/_h60ejg_clv4/SrPN-yJI0KI/AAAAAAAAABw/yIyF1tcB6AA/s200/1h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382872458133557410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been working hard on support, as many of you know, but when we're at home "winding down" before we go to bed, we like to watch TV. With our antenna we get 9 channels (2 of them spanish) and so we asked our buddy Justin Gibbons if we could borrow his seasons of LOST...we have watched the first 2 episodes and are hooked. Jenna said, "I don't think this is one of those shows where I can just relax..." But it's been very entertaining thus far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/SrPNkcMym5I/AAAAAAAAABo/-5hcK54AV5w/s200/lost-logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382872005566700434" /&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;We're heading down to West End again for 2 support appointments and hopefully this next week we can set some more up. I've been trying to develope some new relationships and new networks of people in the area and Jenna has been working hard at setting things up in her neck of the woods. We're at 50% and would love to share what we're doing with anyone who'd be encouraged to hear! We're also working on our referrals and praying that God meets our goals. We'd love to finish in the next 2 months. Pray that God moves in big ways!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096059712144387864-2495445991062823600?l=thesherards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/feeds/2495445991062823600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2009/09/haircuts-lost-mpd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/2495445991062823600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/2495445991062823600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2009/09/haircuts-lost-mpd.html' title='Haircuts, LOST, &amp; MPD'/><author><name>Bobby and Jenna Sherard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12836575888250260067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/SpbsIUmUtoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WpnCD39orgI/S220/colorSHERARD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/SrPL3z-KxNI/AAAAAAAAABg/mgV_Se36ujc/s72-c/1c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096059712144387864.post-3773022104810768355</id><published>2009-09-14T14:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:50:35.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day and So on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/Sq6QcKR2fxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yjDTeF9xc1g/s1600-h/buddies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/Sq6QcKR2fxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yjDTeF9xc1g/s200/buddies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381397418224287506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all. I hope this blog finds everyone having a great Monday (Sept. 14th). This is my first update on our SHERARD blog. &lt;div&gt;I wanted to just catch everyone up since we were in Clemson (the glorious, glorious city &amp;amp; school).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We came back on Thursday and cleaned up as quick as we could because we had COMPANY coming! My buddy Patrick who is in the US Army and Jason &amp;amp; Lindsey Schubert (new residents to the metropolis we know as King George, VA) were coming to spend Labor Day with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday: Patrick got in and we ate dinner with him and caught up that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday: Since Patrick is on Army time, he had ran 80 miles and blown up a few things before Jenna and I even woke up. We got ready for the Schuberts arrival and then all ate Jenna's SPAGHETTI....which is equivalent to Disney World in your mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we all hung out and went to Raleigh to watch the Clemson game at the Triangle Clemson Club...it was a reunion with a bunch of pals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday we all went to church at Christ Community and then came home, enjoyed some Cosby Show and went to SCOTT &amp;amp; ALISON'S WEDDING in Cary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday all my friends had to go back home....and Jenna applied for a part-time job...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then worked on support throughout the week while battling colds (not swine flu...colds) and then headed to West End for the weekend to meet with people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got a chance to hang out with 2 couples from Culdee Presbyterian Church on Saturday night and we ate dinner and get to know them better--good times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday we got the opportunity to share with Culdee Presbyterian about what we do with Campus Crusade, thank them for their support and prayers, and also talk to the youth that night. It was great spending time with Jenna's family and sharing updates about what God is doing through our ministry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please keep praying that God raises up our financial support quickly in order to report to the Office Full-time! We are at 50%--so praise God for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to come. Jenna is probably a lot more organized with her thoughts---but again, I didn't claim to be the English major who is writing a novel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096059712144387864-3773022104810768355?l=thesherards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/feeds/3773022104810768355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-and-so-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/3773022104810768355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/3773022104810768355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-and-so-on.html' title='Labor Day and So on...'/><author><name>Bobby and Jenna Sherard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12836575888250260067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/SpbsIUmUtoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WpnCD39orgI/S220/colorSHERARD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/Sq6QcKR2fxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/yjDTeF9xc1g/s72-c/buddies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096059712144387864.post-4070876191208569509</id><published>2009-08-31T21:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:23:31.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096059712144387864-4070876191208569509?l=thesherards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/feeds/4070876191208569509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/4070876191208569509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/4070876191208569509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bobby and Jenna Sherard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12836575888250260067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/SpbsIUmUtoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WpnCD39orgI/S220/colorSHERARD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096059712144387864.post-7913763941149081578</id><published>2009-08-31T20:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:04:49.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're in Clemson, SC tonight with the inlaws.  I adore them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a chicken casserole that literally took me an entire day.  I'm waiting to get better at being quicker.  I don't know if it will ever happen.  (Took me forever to type that sentence as a matter of fact.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an observation about the phenomonen of iPhone, iTunes, iCarly, iSermon...  We should start saying iMerica.  I was going to say something critical about how self absorbed America is becoming.  Then I counted the number of times I have said "I" in the last eleven sentences.&lt;br /&gt;(ten exactly)  So there is no room for judgment on my part.  None at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby needs to update to counter my self absorbtion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still on the support train.  God has been abundantly gracious to us.  We are blessed to get to meet with people who teach us about the Lord's character and how faithful He is in all stages of life.  I love them and I love Him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096059712144387864-7913763941149081578?l=thesherards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/feeds/7913763941149081578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-in-clemson-sc-tonight-with-inlaws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/7913763941149081578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/7913763941149081578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-in-clemson-sc-tonight-with-inlaws.html' title=''/><author><name>Bobby and Jenna Sherard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12836575888250260067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/SpbsIUmUtoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WpnCD39orgI/S220/colorSHERARD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096059712144387864.post-4933263023647465981</id><published>2009-08-24T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:39:32.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='State of the Union'/><title type='text'>We're Blogging Y'all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby and I are sitting side by side at the Midsouth Regional Office and working to get to full support.  I am the resident blogger for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we get to go visit my cousin Ashley and her sweet family (Markus, Jade, Jasmine).  I've lived in the area for the past six years and this is the first time I've been to see them at their house in Raleigh.  Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;We got to go visit some great friends in Charleston to talk about ministry and soak in the atmosphere this past weekend.   We were really impressed with the feeling we got there and it's on our radar for future living spots.  The girls were all glam and sassed out and I could picture myself hanging out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we raise support we basically come home to our apartment for three days at a time and then pick up and leave again.  I'm getting really good at packing and doing laundry and repacking.  It's a life skill really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend Stefanie spent the night with us last night.  She flew in from Portugal just to see us (not completely true, but not completely false :)).   She and I watched the wedding video and Bobby made us gingerbread tea with cinnamon and sugar.  I didn't know he could do that, but he was sweet to us.  I miss her when she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby and I are getting to spend tons of car time together.  We have cracked out on more than one occasion: example- he hums or beat boxes and I make up a lively song about what I want to eat when we stop at Taco Bell.   We love each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to see The Time Travelers Wife-  Has anyone seen it?  I've announced it to Bobby about six times now (as he kindly brought to my attention). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will try to update this blog. &lt;br /&gt;We are currently praying for UNC as the year begins and ministry kicks off.  I miss my girls already but also feel a strong calling to the new office position.  So we are thankful.  God has been so very good to us.  Pray for us if you will.  We are excited to be a team doing ministry.   We are learning how to work together and have different brains.  One thing I never noticed about myself until marriage:&lt;br /&gt;1. I leave the toothpaste cap off and squeeze from the middle of the tube- Bobby doesn't do that :).  It's an ongoing discussion.  I am trying it his way for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I asked Bobby one thing he had never noticed about himself and he answered:&lt;br /&gt;1. "I probably have ignored vegetables to an extreme degree in the past six or seven years."  That's the honest truth.  Most food he eats is tan or yellow unless ketchup is involved.  We are changing that slowly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096059712144387864-4933263023647465981?l=thesherards.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/feeds/4933263023647465981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-blogging-yall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/4933263023647465981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096059712144387864/posts/default/4933263023647465981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesherards.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-blogging-yall.html' title='We&apos;re Blogging Y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Bobby and Jenna Sherard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12836575888250260067</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h60ejg_clv4/SpbsIUmUtoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WpnCD39orgI/S220/colorSHERARD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
