<?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-4737994755350062302</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:46:28.626-08:00</updated><category term='house'/><category term='life changes'/><category term='passion'/><category term='first time home buyers'/><category term='church'/><category term='the house that was not'/><category term='faith'/><category term='writing'/><category term='survey'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>just the beginning</title><subtitle type='html'>Feel this? Can you feel this? My heart beating out of my chest? Feel this? Can you feel this? Salvation under my breath.
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(what happens when a boy and girl meet.. then get married less than a year later)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leslie @ Body Won't Break</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrcxfINy0b0/Tui1m3MmTWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nWR9uzFayek/s220/387618_10100468816125617_9604551_50585111_1758904648_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737994755350062302.post-5274980261214050467</id><published>2009-01-26T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:30:00.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice and More Ice</title><content type='html'>It's been weeks (or at least several days) since my last post. A quick run down would entail Justin and I moving into our first home, and really, there's not much else that is more important than that. Other than, of course, the fact that Justin and I will be sitting on the beach in two weeks, enjoying Costa Rica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, Justin and I are sitting on the couch in our pajamas, with eyes glued to the television. There's a thick layer of ice over the city, and the roads are virtually ice skating rinks. Who knows if we'll both be off from work tomorrow or not. We're just glad to be safe at home, away from the ice and the "state of emergency" Oklahoma is currently in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737994755350062302-5274980261214050467?l=justinlesliek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/feeds/5274980261214050467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737994755350062302&amp;postID=5274980261214050467' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/5274980261214050467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/5274980261214050467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/2009/01/ice-and-more-ice.html' title='Ice and More Ice'/><author><name>Leslie @ Body Won't Break</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrcxfINy0b0/Tui1m3MmTWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nWR9uzFayek/s220/387618_10100468816125617_9604551_50585111_1758904648_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737994755350062302.post-1081496106908431858</id><published>2009-01-11T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:59:11.809-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>And Stand In The Center Of It All</title><content type='html'>I'm a writer. It was my major in college, and it is the one thing I know will always be present in my life. I'm a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't actually sat down in quite some time to write. There are a variety of excuses I could list. Not enough time, no secluded, private place to write; too tired; no inspiration. But they are all excuses. Lame excuses, at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I have a million ideas in my head. The truth is I write all the time. I just never put the words to paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its going to change. Soon. I miss the life of a writer. I miss listening to certain songs on repeat as I pound out the ideas, thoughts, memories, dreams, hurts, and lives of characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been so good to me lately. The Lord has been beyond faithful, to the point that it makes my heart hurt because I know I do not deserve His never-ending faithfulness. Nor do I deserve all the ways that He reveals Himself and His plan to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But He is giving it all to me freely, just as He gave me the gift of writing. I'm tired of wasting His gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the excuses. I'm tired of not living my life the way He has intended. And I will stop living my life without Him as my first priority. Because He deserves all of me and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to live with 100% trust and faith in Him and His plan. There are still unanswered questions and too many unknowns with the house we are planning to purchase. But I am not going to focus on those unanswered questions and unknowns. Instead, I am going to focus on Him and remembering that this house will happen only if He wills it to. And with all my heart, I believe He is willing it, so I will live with that thought in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the lyrics inspiring me at the moment. The ones opening my eyes to all the possibilities. They make no sense in regards to my current position in life, but they have awakened my soul on this Sunday afternoon, just as church awakened my soul this Sunday morning. And just as God awakened my soul this Sunday morning by speaking to me through worship and through a beautiful young lady who asked me to mentor her. I feel so unequipped to mentor someone, but I know that if it is God's plan I will be able to do the mentoring she needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Leave unsaid, unspoken / Eyes wide shut, unopened / You and me / Always between the lines / Between the lines / I thought I, thought I was ready to bleed / That we'd move from the shadows on the wall / And stand in the center of it all / Too late, two choices to stay or to leave / Mine was so easy to uncover / He'd already left with the other / So I've learned to listen through silence&lt;/I&gt; sara bareilles - between the lines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737994755350062302-1081496106908431858?l=justinlesliek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/feeds/1081496106908431858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737994755350062302&amp;postID=1081496106908431858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/1081496106908431858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/1081496106908431858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-stand-in-center-of-it-all.html' title='And Stand In The Center Of It All'/><author><name>Leslie @ Body Won't Break</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrcxfINy0b0/Tui1m3MmTWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nWR9uzFayek/s220/387618_10100468816125617_9604551_50585111_1758904648_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737994755350062302.post-8682743167251511613</id><published>2009-01-08T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:48:10.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first time home buyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>So Close And Yet...</title><content type='html'>We began looking for a home on a Sunday following church. Our stomachs full of Jason's Deli and me sitting behind the wheel of my SUV, I noticed a sign announcing an open house and asked if we should go. We decided to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a two-story house in northwest Oklahoma City. It was also a house we could not afford. But we fell in like with it. We continued our journey to a second two-story house in northwest Oklahoma City. It was a house that was less expensive than the first house, but it was also a house we could not afford. But we fell even more in like with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we crossed the interstate and began driving through the historic neighborhoods of northwest Oklahoma city. We found a small, one story house. The house was staged with furniture. We almost fell in love with it, except that the kitchen was too small and the washer and dryer were located in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin announced that he had house fever. We returned home, and I began looking up houses online, as well as mortgage rates. We inquired about a few homes. A realtor called us, and we went to look at a home in the Paseo District of Oklahoma City. While the home was cute, it as also in need of quite a few repairs. We then looked at a house across the street that was listed for more money than we wanted to spend. Still, we fell in love with it, and we decided we wanted to make an offer. It was a spur of the moment decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We later found out the house was under contract. We did contact a few lenders. We became pre-approved, and we began to seriously consider purchasing a home. We looked at several other properties, and then we found a home that seemed to be a perfect fit, in the Paseo District and within our price range. We made an offer. The seller countered, and we accepted the counter offer, with a few contingencies, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through a long, frustrating, and anxiety ridden process, we have come to the point we are currently at. Which is that the house was appraised lower than what the accepted counter offer had been. The seller is disappointed, and we are now trying to come to terms that we can all agree on. And we are planning to and hoping to close on January 15th. This is the last day on which we can close in order to remain locked in our current loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are praying it happens. We thought it was for sure last night. Now we're on edge, once more. From what I know this is normal. Or so the veterans of the real estate market tell me. And it might be. It probably is. But that doesn't mean I have to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also doesn't mean that it makes this process any more comforting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737994755350062302-8682743167251511613?l=justinlesliek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/feeds/8682743167251511613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737994755350062302&amp;postID=8682743167251511613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/8682743167251511613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/8682743167251511613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-close-and-yet.html' title='So Close And Yet...'/><author><name>Leslie @ Body Won't Break</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrcxfINy0b0/Tui1m3MmTWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nWR9uzFayek/s220/387618_10100468816125617_9604551_50585111_1758904648_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737994755350062302.post-5086985024452491130</id><published>2009-01-01T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:48:29.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 2008 and hello 2009!</title><content type='html'>1. What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before? &lt;br /&gt;A lot. Justin and I both graduated from college and began working full-time jobs. We also had a beautiful wedding outside in Oklahoma City. And we put an offer on a house, which we will hopefully close on and move into before the end of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your New Years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year? &lt;br /&gt;I don't think Justin and I actually made legitimate New Years' resolutions. We might make some for 2009, but I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth? &lt;br /&gt;I know several people who gave birth. Justin's cousin, Celeste, had a baby girl, and one of my best friends, Jackie, also gave birth to a baby girl. A girl I work with also gave birth to a baby girl. There were lots of baby girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die? &lt;br /&gt;Nope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit? &lt;br /&gt;We didn't visit any countries in 2008, but we will be heading to Costa Rica in February 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008? &lt;br /&gt;I think we would both like to have less debt, our very own house, and a little extra spending money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What date from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? &lt;br /&gt;September 13th. That was the day Justin and I said "I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? &lt;br /&gt;I think the biggest achievement was that we got married and that we are truly starting our life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure? &lt;br /&gt;Biggest failure? I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury? &lt;br /&gt;I had surgery the weekend before Justin and I got married, so I think that was pretty significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought? &lt;br /&gt;Hmm... we made quite a few, large purchases. A flat screen TV was probably one of the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration? &lt;br /&gt;Several people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? &lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't think I am going to name any names here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go? &lt;br /&gt;I think we spent the most money on bills and eating out at restaurants. We know we should eat at home and cook, but we both much prefer to to be out of our dumpy apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? &lt;br /&gt;I would have to say getting married and trying to purchase a house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008? &lt;br /&gt;Hmm... that is very difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you: &lt;br /&gt;i. happier or sadder? Happier, I would have to say, for both of us. &lt;br /&gt;ii. thinner or fatter? Well, Justin is a bit fatter, and I think I might be close to the same as last year.&lt;br /&gt;iii. richer or poorer? Right now, we are richer, but as soon as we finish all this house stuff, we will be poorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of? &lt;br /&gt;I wish would have written more. There is so much I want to say, but as soon as I sit down to write, I feel like I can't write anything. I also wish I would've used the gym membership we both have a lot more. Hopefully in 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of? &lt;br /&gt;Probably, wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas? &lt;br /&gt;We spent Christmas together with my in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How will you spend New Year's Eve? &lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve was last night. We ate out with Justin's family at a remarkable Italian restaurant. Then we came home and relaxed. We went to bed early as we have both been sick and are doing our best to recover from being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Did you fall in love in 2008? &lt;br /&gt;I fell in love right before 2008 started with Justin, and I fell in love with the house we're trying to buy in 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many one-night stands? &lt;br /&gt;No one-night stands for us! We're married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was your favorite TV program? &lt;br /&gt;There are so many. For me, I would have to say "The Hills", "Gossip Girl", "One Tree Hill", "Grey's Anatomy", and "Jon &amp; Kate Plus 8."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? &lt;br /&gt;I try very hard not to hate people, but no, I don't hate anyone new or now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the best book you read? &lt;br /&gt;Twlight was pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What was your best musical discovery? &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. I think I would have to say Michelle Featherstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you want and get? &lt;br /&gt;I got married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What was your favorite film of this year? &lt;br /&gt;For me, I would have to say "The Great Debaters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? &lt;br /&gt;I spent my birthday with Justin, and I turned 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure. 2008 was a very satisfying year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008? &lt;br /&gt;I think I would have to say business casual as I spent so much time working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What kept you sane? &lt;br /&gt;Justin helped to keep me sane, as did my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? &lt;br /&gt;I am actually quite over celebrities and the world of Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What political issue stirred you the most? &lt;br /&gt;Almost everything. I paid attention to politics more than I ever have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who did you miss? &lt;br /&gt;I missed quite a few people, to be honest. Its strange to be out of college and not see so many of my friends as frequently as I would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who was the best new person you met? &lt;br /&gt;Oh man, that's difficult. While I didn't meet her in 2008, I would have to say my sister-in-law, Cynda. We got close in 2008, and I am so grateful for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008: &lt;br /&gt;Learn how to let go of stress. Its very difficult, but its something I really am working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year: &lt;br /&gt;It starts in my toes, and I crinkle my nose. Wherever it goes, I always know that you make me smile, please stay for a while now. Just take your time wherever I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737994755350062302-5086985024452491130?l=justinlesliek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/feeds/5086985024452491130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737994755350062302&amp;postID=5086985024452491130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/5086985024452491130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/5086985024452491130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbye-2008-and-hello-2009.html' title='Goodbye 2008 and hello 2009!'/><author><name>Leslie @ Body Won't Break</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrcxfINy0b0/Tui1m3MmTWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nWR9uzFayek/s220/387618_10100468816125617_9604551_50585111_1758904648_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737994755350062302.post-4612144140634396450</id><published>2008-12-27T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:49:08.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first time home buyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>La la la la la la means "I love you"</title><content type='html'>Last year, Justin and I celebrated Christmas in my college apartment a few days before I made the 8-hour drive back to my parents home, knowing I would see Justin in a few days when he flew into Houston to meet my parents for the first time and to celebrate New Years Eve with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending the holidays in Oklahoma this year was wonderful, tiring, and sad all at the same time. It was the first Christmas I had truly spent without my family. I spent one Christmas in Brazil during my junior year of high school, but I pretend as though that Christmas away from my family didn't actually occur because, well, Christmas with my family didn't mean as much to me then as it does now. As hard as it was to be away from my family and my traditions, I had a wonderful, though exhausting, Christmas with Justin's family, my new family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of Justin's relatives had asked his mother if I was there for Christmas 2007, and my sister in law remarked that it was hard to remember a Christmas without me there. In some ways, it is the same way for me. Since meeting Justin, my life has changed in a million exciting ways, and I struggle with how the heck I survived without him for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our big Christmas present of 2008 is the house we are working towards purchasing. There are so many things we have to coordinate and purchase and figure out with this house, and it's overwhelming. At least, it's overwhelming for me as I am the sort of person who wants to have everything lined out perfectly and planned early. Of course, after looking at the price tags of the items we need to purchase, I am beginning to understand that there is no way everything will be lined out perfectly and planned early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin and I are still waiting to hear back from the realtor regarding the exact date we will be closing on. There's a large part of us that wants to close and then move as soon as possible, but there is another part of us that is willing to wait until January 16th to close, simply because then we will not have a mortgage payment until March 1st. Either way, I know the closing date will occur when it is meant to because I can't believe this opportunity to purchase the house is from anyone other than God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin and I are well-aware of the fact that we would not be where we currently are without God and His plan for our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make any sense that less than four months after getting married we can purchase a house, especially with the debt we have and the fact that neither of us make a ton of money. It doesn't make sense that we've been blessed enough to find a house within our price range in the area of town we like. There are things wrong with the house, and its a house that will require love and work while we live in it. We are both well aware of this. Still, its a house that is opening huge doors for us. Its a house that will provide so much for us and in turn provide so much for others. And I can only think of that as the reason for our being able to purchase it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church Justin and I attend is one we want to serve in. But not only do we want to serve in the church, we want to serve the population that the church serves, the population of Oklahoma City. With this house, we'll be able to entertain people, to open our doors to people and invite them it, and we'll have the chance to truly plant roots in Oklahoma City, something that I don't think either of us ever truly expected to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planned on moving to Fort Worth or possibly somewhere else. We never really planned to remain in Oklahoma City, and while it is still strange to think of remaining in Oklahoma City for quite some time, we're both certain that this is God's current plan for us. We just hope that we don't fully screw it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Watching:&lt;/span&gt; The Family Man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737994755350062302-4612144140634396450?l=justinlesliek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/feeds/4612144140634396450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737994755350062302&amp;postID=4612144140634396450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/4612144140634396450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/4612144140634396450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/2008/12/la-la-la-la-la-la-means-i-love-you.html' title='La la la la la la means &quot;I love you&quot;'/><author><name>Leslie @ Body Won't Break</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrcxfINy0b0/Tui1m3MmTWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nWR9uzFayek/s220/387618_10100468816125617_9604551_50585111_1758904648_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737994755350062302.post-5033588341511340226</id><published>2008-12-21T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:49:38.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first time home buyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>A Few Quick Thoughts</title><content type='html'>It's early on a Sunday morning, and I stayed beneath a mountain of blankets with my husband for as long as I could. Soon I'll have to brave the chilled, winter air to get ready for a busy Sunday, but for now, I'll remain comfortable in my sweatpants and Paris sweatshirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin and I are moving along with the process of purchasing a house. It's exciting and full of anxiety as we are not quite sure what will happen, when things will happen, or what we need to do. Still, it looks as though we will have the chance to move into our very own house in a matter of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so thankful for this, as we survived a fire in our apartment complex earlier this week and could not be more ready to get the heck out of here! We are also thankful for the move as we now have the opportunity to purchase our own washer and dryer, which is so exciting as we have spent over $10 each month on laundry in the apartment laundry facility. I am also thankful for all the furniture shopping I will get to do as I decorate and fill my very own house. And I get free reign on the decorating, which makes it even more exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737994755350062302-5033588341511340226?l=justinlesliek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/feeds/5033588341511340226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737994755350062302&amp;postID=5033588341511340226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/5033588341511340226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/5033588341511340226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-quick-thoughts.html' title='A Few Quick Thoughts'/><author><name>Leslie @ Body Won't Break</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrcxfINy0b0/Tui1m3MmTWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nWR9uzFayek/s220/387618_10100468816125617_9604551_50585111_1758904648_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737994755350062302.post-8294950344598522562</id><published>2008-12-13T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:50:09.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first time home buyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life changes'/><title type='text'>Make This Go On Forever</title><content type='html'>Over the past week, I pouted a lot. Mainly, I pouted about the house that was not. I told people about this perfect house and all the great amenities. Then, I sighed and stuck out my lower lip to explain that the house was under contact by other buyers and that I cried over this. I am positive Justin loved being around me while I did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon, I left work a bit early. I grabbed two hot drinks from Starbucks, and then I made my way to a house in the Central Park addition of Oklahoma City. Looking at the pictures, we knew that the house had a lot of potential, and that the house also had the possibility of requiring  a lot of time and attention. I'm a fan of any show on TLC, which drives Justin crazy at times, so I know how big of an undertaking it can be to flip a house. Because of my love of all things TLC, I also know that right now Justin and I are not prepared financially or otherwise to flip a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking through the home and peeking into the backyard, we decided that the house had a lot of potential, a lot of great quirks, but that we just weren't ready to take it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next house to view was in the Jefferson Park area of Oklahoma City. The price was low for the home, but my women's intuition kicked in and I just didn't feel as though this house had the potential to be our home. I felt chaustrophobic in the kitchen, and the floor plan was a bit too cramped for my style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we headed to the heart of the Paseo District to look at a house that I had counted out from the pictures I'd viewed online. Walking up to the front door, however, I began to notice that the pictures online did not do this charming 1,761 square foot home any justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/SUO_XQwBSFI/AAAAAAAAABY/3rGFM0ZkzmA/s1600-h/Picture+44.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/SUO_XQwBSFI/AAAAAAAAABY/3rGFM0ZkzmA/s320/Picture+44.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279273594562627666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked through the home, and I felt like I was in the house that I wanted to call and consider my home for a long time to come. The wood floors were in great condition. There was no real settling to be seen. The kitchen was updated. A brand new central air conditioning unit as well as central heater had recently been installed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was dilapidated not too long ago, and someone bought it for a steal and flipped it. We fell in love with it, and I had almost decided that this was the house. We had one more home to view, and while I was 95% sure it wouldn't be a great fit, I went in with an open mind. Very quickly, though, we realized that the house in the Paseo District was where we wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met with our realtor at her office and began the task of signing paperwork, making an offer, and ultimately decided that we truly wanted to pursue purchasing the house in the Paseo District, with the understanding that we could possibly close in the middle of January and move in prior to Justin and I's belated honeymoon in Costa Rica this February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/SUPA4MgcaqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Bj7R4870QFk/s1600-h/Picture+39.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/SUPA4MgcaqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Bj7R4870QFk/s320/Picture+39.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279275259870866082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/SUPA3n4lssI/AAAAAAAAABw/Gqzr3G-IjzA/s1600-h/Picture+38.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/SUPA3n4lssI/AAAAAAAAABw/Gqzr3G-IjzA/s320/Picture+38.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279275250040025794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/SUPA3v4xhmI/AAAAAAAAABo/swo69TwL_P8/s1600-h/Picture+37.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/SUPA3v4xhmI/AAAAAAAAABo/swo69TwL_P8/s320/Picture+37.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279275252188284514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/SUPA3D7POEI/AAAAAAAAABg/iGGzOhoQx3s/s1600-h/Picture+45.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/SUPA3D7POEI/AAAAAAAAABg/iGGzOhoQx3s/s320/Picture+45.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279275240387459138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737994755350062302-8294950344598522562?l=justinlesliek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/feeds/8294950344598522562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737994755350062302&amp;postID=8294950344598522562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/8294950344598522562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/8294950344598522562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/2008/12/make-this-go-on-forever.html' title='Make This Go On Forever'/><author><name>Leslie @ Body Won't Break</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrcxfINy0b0/Tui1m3MmTWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nWR9uzFayek/s220/387618_10100468816125617_9604551_50585111_1758904648_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/SUO_XQwBSFI/AAAAAAAAABY/3rGFM0ZkzmA/s72-c/Picture+44.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737994755350062302.post-4163753417040271461</id><published>2008-12-10T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:50:31.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the house that was not'/><title type='text'>People Go And People Wait</title><content type='html'>We didn't get the house. The house was already under contract, which we learned yesterday afternoon. Justin and I are doing our best to trust God that He has a better house and a better plan for us. I am very much struggling with the trust right now because my heart is a bit broken. However, I do know that He is in control; I just don't particularly like the direction His control is steering us. Which is normal for me. I fight Him quite often, though He is always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's not a lot to report in the world of Justin and Leslie. Justin is already at work, loving on autistic children and serving people in an undeniably loving manner, and I am about to close my computer and step into a warm shower to prepare myself for a day of serving others and learning how to better trust God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay warm all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Listening To:&lt;/span&gt; Rufus Wainwright - Spotlight on Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thinking Of:&lt;/span&gt; What awaits me today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737994755350062302-4163753417040271461?l=justinlesliek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/feeds/4163753417040271461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737994755350062302&amp;postID=4163753417040271461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/4163753417040271461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/4163753417040271461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/2008/12/people-go-and-people-wait.html' title='People Go And People Wait'/><author><name>Leslie @ Body Won't Break</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrcxfINy0b0/Tui1m3MmTWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nWR9uzFayek/s220/387618_10100468816125617_9604551_50585111_1758904648_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737994755350062302.post-8141658349225054594</id><published>2008-12-07T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:50:52.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first time home buyers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the house that was not'/><title type='text'>Oh, The Possibilities</title><content type='html'>Justin and I met with a realtor this afternoon. The house we planned to see (and did see) was a house that would be a perfect project for "Flip That House." We, however, are not perfect contestants for that show.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There just happened to be another house for sale on the same street, and this house, while in need of some work, is not a perfect project for "Flip That House." Instead, it could quite possibly be the perfect house for Justin and I to call our first home. That is as long as God says okay and gives us the blessing to make an offer on the house, an offer that is about 15% under the asking price. Then we'll just have to trust that God will take care of all the details we can't wrap our minds around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, we just have to trust, and trust we will. And while we trust, I will trust you all to look at some pictures of the house and fall just as in love with the home as Justin and I did this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/STycCJSNJBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5PdlOUGAwrA/s1600-h/Picture+29.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/STycCJSNJBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5PdlOUGAwrA/s320/Picture+29.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277264424037327890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/STycBup2pPI/AAAAAAAAABI/60bRBr3u4AA/s1600-h/Picture+34.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/STycBup2pPI/AAAAAAAAABI/60bRBr3u4AA/s320/Picture+34.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277264416888759538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/STycBI8BhpI/AAAAAAAAABA/51CHyqLjBwY/s1600-h/Picture+24.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/STycBI8BhpI/AAAAAAAAABA/51CHyqLjBwY/s320/Picture+24.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277264406764422802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/STycAqD6izI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ToPawogrVXw/s1600-h/Picture+33.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/STycAqD6izI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ToPawogrVXw/s320/Picture+33.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277264398476020530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/STyb_6bP-EI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VmfnIkKcIC4/s1600-h/Picture+19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/STyb_6bP-EI/AAAAAAAAAAw/VmfnIkKcIC4/s320/Picture+19.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277264385688991810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737994755350062302-8141658349225054594?l=justinlesliek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/feeds/8141658349225054594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737994755350062302&amp;postID=8141658349225054594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/8141658349225054594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/8141658349225054594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-possibilities.html' title='Oh, The Possibilities'/><author><name>Leslie @ Body Won't Break</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrcxfINy0b0/Tui1m3MmTWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nWR9uzFayek/s220/387618_10100468816125617_9604551_50585111_1758904648_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/STycCJSNJBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5PdlOUGAwrA/s72-c/Picture+29.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737994755350062302.post-4712903532673327627</id><published>2008-12-06T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:51:12.427-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Ones Who Entertain And Ones Who Observe</title><content type='html'>We attended a class from 9:30am until 2:30pm today. The class was titled "The Way", and it was put on by the church we have been visiting for the past several weeks, Frontline Church. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin and I have been consistently moved by the sermons at Frontline Church. When I say moved, I mean that we have felt as though the words being spoken were Truth. I do not mean that the sermons made us feel good or gave us goosebumps. While I am not stating that those things are bad, I want to clarify what I mean by the statement that the sermons moved us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the class "The Way", Justin and I planned on beginning the official task of house hunting. We were scheduled to meet with a realtor to see a house in the Paseo District of Oklahoma City. About 20 minutes prior to our scheduled meeting time, however, our realtor called and said that she did not have the code to get into the house. We're hoping to see the house tomorrow, and we're hoping to possibly stumble on a few open houses tomorrow afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is moving quickly for us, and it's exciting to think of how many changes might await us in the coming days. It's also exciting to watch the number of presents increase under our Christmas tree and to think of the first married Christmas we have to look forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737994755350062302-4712903532673327627?l=justinlesliek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/feeds/4712903532673327627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737994755350062302&amp;postID=4712903532673327627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/4712903532673327627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/4712903532673327627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/2008/12/ones-who-entertain-and-ones-who-observe.html' title='Ones Who Entertain And Ones Who Observe'/><author><name>Leslie @ Body Won't Break</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrcxfINy0b0/Tui1m3MmTWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nWR9uzFayek/s220/387618_10100468816125617_9604551_50585111_1758904648_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737994755350062302.post-3275457323808076286</id><published>2008-12-02T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:51:34.478-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survey'/><title type='text'>Like A Splash Of Water To My Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/STUysqUjqtI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PThMkQvM9I8/s1600-h/yourblogisfabulous+award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/STUysqUjqtI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PThMkQvM9I8/s320/yourblogisfabulous+award.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275178281390549714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Emily recently tagged my blog as fabulous and provided me with a "your blog is fabulous" award. There is a catch to her compliment, and that catch is that I need to list five fabulous addictions as well as tag five other people as having fabulous blogs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can easily compile a list of five fabulous addictions, since I have far too many addictions. It might be difficult to tag five other people, but I will do my best. Who knows if they will see the tag or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Ugg Sweater Boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, Ugg Sweater Boots are something that I find fabulous to wear. Justin does not wear Ugg Sweater Boots, so I am not 100% clear on whether or not he finds them fabulous. To me they are fabulous for many reasons. First, they are warm, and I enjoy almost anything that provides me warmth during the cold winter, especially since I am doing my best to keep the heater off as much as possible. Second, the boots look amazing with dresses and leggings/tights or with jeans, and that alone makes me love Ugg Sweater Boots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were at our reception on September 13, 2008 and stayed for the toasts, you were able to hear my best friend and roommate from college explain that I have an obsession with television. She also listed several of the shows I am a fan of, such as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hills&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;. And she informed all of the guests still at our reception that Justin now enjoys watching &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt;. I am sure he appreciated this, and I am sure he appreciates that I am writing this for all of the Internet to read. Dan &amp;amp; Serena, forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to love Christmas because I loved getting stuff. To be honest, I still love the idea of getting stuff, though it is much harder for me to think of what I want for the holidays in comparison to the lengthy lists I used to make. This year, Justin and I will be spending our first Christmas together, ever. Obviously it will be our first married Christmas. We have small budgets set for each other, and we are planning on spending more money on adopting a family who would be unable to have Christmas without our help. I may have put the Christmas tree up over a week prior to Thanksgiving, and I may have begun listening to Christmas music a week prior to Thanksgiving. However, it truly began to feel like Christmas when I bean thinking about providing for others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Starbucks. I am certifiably obsessed with the way soy milk enhances an already delicious vanilla latte. I love how coffee warms me from the inside out. I love that when Christmas begins to approach Starbucks celebrating by offering even more overpriced Christmas flavored drinks. I just do not love how expensive Starbucks tends to be; if it were cheaper, I might be able to swing purchasing it on a daily basis. As &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real Simple, Real Life&lt;/span&gt; on TLC pointed out, I could save $100 a month by not purchasing a coffee drink on a daily basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its odd to put marriage down as an obsession since I was against the idea of marriage for so long, but now that I am married to someone I fully intend to spend the rest of my life with (unless Edward Cullen from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; comes to life and realizes he loves Leslie and not Bella), I love marriage. I love falling asleep next to someone each and every night. I love laughing with him on a daily basis. I love cuddling on the couch and watching television. I love making decisions with someone else. I love having someone to cook for, instead of just myself, and I love waiting for the next season of my life with another by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I tag &lt;a href="http://welcometothe5spot.blogspot.com/"&gt;all the girls at The5Spot&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.misswisabus.com/"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;Ree&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://misssaramarie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.jenx67.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening To: &lt;/span&gt;Kate Voegle - Only Fooling Myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deciding:&lt;/span&gt; Whether or not to work out at home this morning or to go to the gym following work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737994755350062302-3275457323808076286?l=justinlesliek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/feeds/3275457323808076286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737994755350062302&amp;postID=3275457323808076286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/3275457323808076286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/3275457323808076286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/2008/12/like-splash-of-water-to-my-face.html' title='Like A Splash Of Water To My Face'/><author><name>Leslie @ Body Won't Break</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrcxfINy0b0/Tui1m3MmTWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nWR9uzFayek/s220/387618_10100468816125617_9604551_50585111_1758904648_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zW6ooM-N4Ms/STUysqUjqtI/AAAAAAAAAAo/PThMkQvM9I8/s72-c/yourblogisfabulous+award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737994755350062302.post-1416028349292603222</id><published>2008-12-01T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:51:55.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Good And Evil Against My Chest</title><content type='html'>Justin and I both have a strong faith in God, and we have both felt our faith in God waiver during different periods of our lives. I can't speak for Justin, but I can say that there have been times when I have strongly questioned God's presence in my life. I've known that God existed for quite some time. I even stopped denying His existence in high school. However, I've always felt that He didn't exist in my life the way He did in others lives. I always decided there was nothing I could do to fix this fact because I felt as though I had already done everything and received nothing from my efforts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, Justin and I attended the church we are considering making our home church, Frontline Church in the heart of downtown Oklahoma City. Pastor Dave chose this Sunday to preach on what we do to stand in the way of God' full and amazing power. There were 6 things, and I wrote them down on a piece of paper that is currently stuffed in one of my purses. While I can't remember all 6 things, I do clearly remember thinking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"holy crap, I am totally guilty of doing all those things...whoops?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent time last night reading Genesis, in my attempt to hopefully read the entire Bible in 365 days, and then praying. And today, my prayers were answered in a way I did not expect. While I can't go into the details of how the prayer was answered, I can say that I am blown away by God's ability to leave me speechless and practically in (joyful) tears while sitting in my cubicle at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There have been so many times in the past when I have felt as though there was so much more out there for me. And I still feel that way. I can also recognize that I stood in my way in the past and that I am still currently standing in my way. I'm just stubborn enough, though, that I don't usually want to change my ways until God takes a 2x4 and whacks me upside the head. Usually, the whacks hurt and leave a huge lump. This time, the whack was wonderful and has left me with a goofy smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What this comes down to, I guess, is simple. God is showing me that I need to stop planning so much. While I know He doesn't want me to walk through life blindly, He does want me to let go of all my plans and ideas and need to be in control. I know this to be a fact because the place I am at in my life right now is a place I, honestly, never wanted to be in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I planned to move far away from the southern region of the United States. I planned to reside in New York City or Los Angeles or Chicago or Paris or Beijing or some other equally amazing and gigantic city. I planned to never marry, at least not before I turned 30. I planned to teach. I planned.. a lot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, I stayed in Oklahoma City. I married right out of college, at the age of 23, after knowing the man for (not even) 12 months. I'm not a teacher. The salary I make at my current job is much smaller than I planned for or hoped for. Still, the job I have is one I feel is a perfect fit, a little ironic gift from God that tells me He has a better plan for my life than I could have imagined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all of this makes me realize how in control He is. It also makes me realize that He will continue to bless me as well as my husband and my marriage. And while it will be difficult to give up my oh so careful planning for the future, as well as some of my materialistic desires, I know it will be worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening To:&lt;/span&gt; Alli Rogers - Eden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reading:&lt;/span&gt; Text message from Justin - "Cool! I'm getting off at 9." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737994755350062302-1416028349292603222?l=justinlesliek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/feeds/1416028349292603222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737994755350062302&amp;postID=1416028349292603222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/1416028349292603222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/1416028349292603222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-and-evil-against-my-chest.html' title='Good And Evil Against My Chest'/><author><name>Leslie @ Body Won't Break</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrcxfINy0b0/Tui1m3MmTWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nWR9uzFayek/s220/387618_10100468816125617_9604551_50585111_1758904648_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4737994755350062302.post-2568456097806339395</id><published>2008-11-30T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T05:52:27.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>A Roller Coaster Kind Of Rush</title><content type='html'>It's 2:45pm on a Sunday afternoon. The heater is turned up to 80 degrees, and Justin left for work almost 20 minutes ago. We enjoyed a game of Scrabble (which I won), lunch at Jason's Deli, and an insightful, thought provoking sermon at Frontline Church prior to his leaving for work.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days like today when Justin works the afternoon/evening shift and I stay at home can sometimes be the most stressful as it feels as though we are trying to cram a whole day into just half a day. And in other ways, the days are the least stressful because they allow us time to just rest instead of running around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today should provide me with a chance to vacuum the apartment, organize the living room and possibly the playroom, and to enjoy the comfort that comes from resting on the couch and reading. I get so caught up in the hustle and bustle so often that I forget just how wonderful it can be to spend the majority of an entire day (and even a weekend) at home instead of fighting the crowds at the mall or Target.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much is changing in our lives that I'm discovering I truly need the weekends to recover. And while it is somewhat difficult to imagine our lives changing more than they already have by our getting married just 10 months after meeting, the change is fast approaching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're doing our best to save money and pay off debt so that we can soon afford to buy a home. We're both also adjusting to life as adults, complete with 40+ hour work weeks and pesky bills to pay. We're in the process of joining a church together and finding where exactly we fit in the church. It's exciting and exhausting, and we look forward to chronicling the changes (both exciting and not-so-exciting) here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening To:&lt;/span&gt; Taylor Swift - The Way I Loved You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reading:&lt;/span&gt; Amy Bloom - Away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4737994755350062302-2568456097806339395?l=justinlesliek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/feeds/2568456097806339395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4737994755350062302&amp;postID=2568456097806339395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/2568456097806339395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4737994755350062302/posts/default/2568456097806339395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justinlesliek.blogspot.com/2008/11/roller-coaster-kind-of-rush.html' title='A Roller Coaster Kind Of Rush'/><author><name>Leslie @ Body Won't Break</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrcxfINy0b0/Tui1m3MmTWI/AAAAAAAAAxs/nWR9uzFayek/s220/387618_10100468816125617_9604551_50585111_1758904648_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
