<?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-6492752741263332936</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:43:11.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Prodigal</title><subtitle type='html'>God be merciful to me, the sinner</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-8377802223871406060</id><published>2012-02-09T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T18:46:23.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noteworthy.</title><summary type='text'>"Knowing about God is crucially important for the living of our lives...Disregard the study of God, and you sentence yourself to stumble and blunder through life blindfolded, as it were, with no sense of direction and no understanding of what surrounds you. This way you can waste your life and lose your soul."--J.I. Packer, Knowing God </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/8377802223871406060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2012/02/noteworthy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8377802223871406060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8377802223871406060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2012/02/noteworthy.html' title='Noteworthy.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-527109220377059817</id><published>2012-02-01T20:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T20:59:58.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I hate psychology."--Bones</title><summary type='text'>

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/527109220377059817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-hate-psychology-bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/527109220377059817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/527109220377059817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-hate-psychology-bones.html' title='&quot;I hate psychology.&quot;--Bones'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JeXRMsTNbRU/TyoYQosRNVI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ekqf__7Sl00/s72-c/tumblr_kxyu4rqtEU1qzjf3c.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-1690677584687489369</id><published>2012-01-25T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T21:20:22.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noteworthy.</title><summary type='text'>
"But I have, at all times, felt a disposition to leave it with God, and trust in him to direct me... I am a creature of God, and he has an undoubted right to do with me, as seemeth good in his sight. I rejoice, that I am in his hands--that he is every where present, and can protect me in one place as well as another. He has my heart in his hands, and when I am called to face danger, to pass </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/1690677584687489369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2012/01/noteworthy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/1690677584687489369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/1690677584687489369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2012/01/noteworthy.html' title='Noteworthy.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-573859680605703975</id><published>2012-01-17T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T17:59:44.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Dieting.</title><summary type='text'>Grace-Motivated...Dieting?

Rather than seeing our bodies in the light of the world's absurd standards, we see them as gifts meant to give God glory and to serve others.
Eat Your Veggies--3 Ways to Grow Up Spiritually 

The preciousness of salvation begins to grow commonplace, church becomes a routine, Bible reading a chore, prayer incidental. Sermons they used to relish are now a bland plate of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/573859680605703975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2012/01/speaking-of-dieting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/573859680605703975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/573859680605703975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2012/01/speaking-of-dieting.html' title='Speaking of Dieting.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fEBij0hMBME/TxYneg1JuuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/PYLglVv6HmA/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-7371968049446169533</id><published>2012-01-10T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:29:04.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R You Ready?</title><summary type='text'>I watched a lot of the last season of "The Biggest Loser" partly because I knew some of it was filmed at the Aquatic Center out here and also because it was on right before "Parenthood". Even as I am typing out this blog post, Kim is watching this new season of "The Biggest Loser". I love watching this show. There is something inspirational about watching these people accomplish their weight loss</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/7371968049446169533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2012/01/r-you-ready.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7371968049446169533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7371968049446169533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2012/01/r-you-ready.html' title='R You Ready?'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-6721252931596978976</id><published>2012-01-09T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T20:17:51.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genesis 1:1</title><summary type='text'>"In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth."

"Romans 7:18, 'For I know that nothing good dwells in me.' Nothing. Nothing good dwells in me... But here's the good news, we have a God who takes nothing and brings about something. And so the Creator God, who had nothing and spoke everything into being, looks at our wicked hearts that hold nothing righteous--speaks a word of creation </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/6721252931596978976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2012/01/genesis-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/6721252931596978976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/6721252931596978976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2012/01/genesis-11.html' title='Genesis 1:1'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-8680242833589310608</id><published>2011-12-24T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T20:48:32.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><summary type='text'>

"This is the Christian hope into which we were saved. We know that Jesus has already paid for our adoption, but we wait for the Father to send Him for us to renew our home and dwell among us eternally as we experience our resurrected bodies and the fullness of His glory. This is a salvation about so much more than just 'going to heaven when we die.' This is restoration, redemption, and renewal.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/8680242833589310608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8680242833589310608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8680242833589310608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-3309653434762264180</id><published>2011-12-15T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:02:50.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science is Cool!</title><summary type='text'>Being on break has provided a few opportunities to do some things I didn't have time to do during the semester. I've been able to do a couple of science experiments! The first was from Pinterest. Cutting glass with acetone and flame.



Allison making fun of us as we prep our experiment.



Success!

Cutting glass is scary! Basically you wrap yarn around your glass bottle. Soak the yarn in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/3309653434762264180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/12/science-is-cool.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3309653434762264180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3309653434762264180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/12/science-is-cool.html' title='Science is Cool!'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1HjGdza3nz0/TuqJSESjNMI/AAAAAAAAANk/Hu4Ly_m-6nM/s72-c/380110_10150434481110665_684840664_8990527_1425076428_n.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-2722860566915871213</id><published>2011-12-11T00:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T00:38:28.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace Upon Grace.</title><summary type='text'>- iMessage.
- "Mexican" Boba.
- Reminders to run my race.
- More free music. (I love Noisetrade!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/2722860566915871213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/12/grace-upon-grace_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2722860566915871213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2722860566915871213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/12/grace-upon-grace_11.html' title='Grace Upon Grace.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-2666125049278238136</id><published>2011-12-07T15:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T15:20:21.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Crush.</title><summary type='text'>I love Lauren Chandler. SO excited to hear her speak this coming June! 
Here's an excerpt from her blog (she hasn't updated in some time, but go through the archives man)

"Sometimes He wrings the worship from our hearts."If you get the chance, read Psalm 107.There are times when worship overflows easily and effortlessly from a heart full of gratitude and praise. Yet, there are other times when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/2666125049278238136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/12/girl-crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2666125049278238136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2666125049278238136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/12/girl-crush.html' title='Girl Crush.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-6493336519656142205</id><published>2011-12-03T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T22:16:25.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O come, O come Emmanuel.</title><summary type='text'>It gets darker earlier. The leaves on the trees are changing colors and falling. It's so cold (and crazy windy!!!). Christmas music is playing on KOST and The WAVE. It's December! Christmas is just around the corner!!!

Since college, I've become more and more excited about holidays (as in all of them, even Halloween which is sort of weird since I don't do anything too exciting). Christmas will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/6493336519656142205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-come-o-come-emmanuel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/6493336519656142205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/6493336519656142205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-come-o-come-emmanuel.html' title='O come, O come Emmanuel.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-8988375934516131427</id><published>2011-12-01T23:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T23:54:13.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace Upon Grace</title><summary type='text'>-La Cocina. OMG delicious Mexican food, get in my belly!
-Free music. Red Mountain Christmas Songs
- No class on Fridays.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/8988375934516131427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/12/grace-upon-grace.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8988375934516131427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8988375934516131427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/12/grace-upon-grace.html' title='Grace Upon Grace'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-7726047154704613646</id><published>2011-10-30T23:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T23:26:12.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"All the while, You hear each spoken need..."</title><summary type='text'>
Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things..."



















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how will He not also with Him graciously </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/7726047154704613646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-while-you-hear-each-spoken-need.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7726047154704613646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7726047154704613646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-while-you-hear-each-spoken-need.html' title='&quot;All the while, You hear each spoken need...&quot;'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-8392109318734604875</id><published>2011-10-05T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T23:18:36.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a Girl to Do.</title><summary type='text'>
Went to school dressed like a boy.

Got asked why I was at Bible study.



Went to school dressed in normal people clothes.

Got asked what I was doing in EMT class.


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/8392109318734604875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-girl-to-do.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8392109318734604875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8392109318734604875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/10/whats-girl-to-do.html' title='What&apos;s a Girl to Do.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-39AFLjX6u44/To1IA2j6KQI/AAAAAAAAANE/7AfyDu6Dgrg/s72-c/319950_10150314667645665_684840664_8377365_1961379966_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-5211969061192373048</id><published>2011-09-11T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T01:21:54.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11 First Responders.</title><summary type='text'>Amazing.


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/5211969061192373048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/09/911-first-responders.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5211969061192373048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5211969061192373048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/09/911-first-responders.html' title='9/11 First Responders.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dKy7mITJEDI/Tmxvj82w1UI/AAAAAAAAANA/6uttK7FMi_8/s72-c/In+Praise+of+9_11+First+Responders+-+Photo+Gallery+-+LIFE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-4234582086075669159</id><published>2011-09-07T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T11:15:13.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noteworthy.</title><summary type='text'>"Our best duties are as so many splendid sins. Before you can speak peace to your heart you must not only be sick of your original and actual sin, but you must be made sick of your righteousness, of all your duties and performances. There must be a deep conviction before you can be brought out of your self-righteousness; it is the last idol taken out of our heart. The pride of the heart will not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/4234582086075669159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/09/noteworthy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4234582086075669159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4234582086075669159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/09/noteworthy.html' title='Noteworthy.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-6560102577370065755</id><published>2011-08-11T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T23:25:51.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace Upon Grace</title><summary type='text'>Week one of summer vacation is going by way too quickly! What a blessing even the smallest break is. 


A short list of fun things I've been up to so far! 


-Don't Waste Your Summer Girls' Book Club: Even though this started before my summer break officially kicked off, it has definitely been a highlight of the summer. We've been reading "Living the Cross Centered Life" by CJ Mahaney. What a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/6560102577370065755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/08/grace-upon-grace.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/6560102577370065755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/6560102577370065755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/08/grace-upon-grace.html' title='Grace Upon Grace'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FNjJK8Fxbcg/TkTHFkFZO9I/AAAAAAAAALk/iA8UB2B7hrM/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-3791415118447280706</id><published>2011-06-23T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:56:40.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading Out.</title><summary type='text'>"The same sun that melts the wax, hardens the clay."


Praying for a soft heart this weekend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/3791415118447280706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/06/heading-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3791415118447280706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3791415118447280706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/06/heading-out.html' title='Heading Out.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-9156270287568413273</id><published>2011-05-17T17:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:08:17.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O2</title><summary type='text'>He who forgets the humming of the bees among the heather, the cooing of the wood-pigeons in the forest, the song of birds in the woods, the rippling of rills among the rushes, and the sighing of the wind among the pines, needs not wonder if his heart forgets to sing and his soul grows heavy. A day's breathing of fresh air upon the hills, or a few hours, ramble in the beech woods’ umbrageous calm,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/9156270287568413273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/05/o2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/9156270287568413273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/9156270287568413273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/05/o2.html' title='O2'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-3725586403185415839</id><published>2011-05-10T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T17:13:03.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watson.</title><summary type='text'>"Thus let us endeavour to make the name of God glorious and renowned. If God seek our good, let us seek His glory. If He make all things tend to our edification, let us make all things tend to His exaltation."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/3725586403185415839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/05/watson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3725586403185415839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3725586403185415839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/05/watson.html' title='Watson.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-5245710800097119117</id><published>2011-05-01T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T21:02:45.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Fried!</title><summary type='text'>"I thank God for my lifeAnd for the stars and stripesMay freedom forever flyLet it ring.Salute the ones who diedThe ones who gave their livesSo we don't have to sacrificeAll the things we love...
Like our chicken friedCold beer on Friday nightA pair of jeans that fit just rightAnd the radio up"
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/5245710800097119117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/05/chicken-fried.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5245710800097119117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5245710800097119117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/05/chicken-fried.html' title='Chicken Fried!'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-8863040443189771311</id><published>2011-04-04T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T14:38:44.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Alive!</title><summary type='text'>With the graduation quickly approaching and the uncertain future getting closer and closer, a lot of my prayers and thoughts are always efforts to remind myself that "God is sovereign", "God is good", and "God has a good plan for you". When those fail to bring comfort (because my faith is small and I suck...) as if those promises weren't enough, I remind myself that, "At least you have salvation"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/8863040443189771311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/04/hes-alive.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8863040443189771311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8863040443189771311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/04/hes-alive.html' title='He&apos;s Alive!'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-1919007632917014798</id><published>2011-03-18T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T17:07:24.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace Upon Grace</title><summary type='text'>-Sleep.
-Reregistering for classes and getting the ones I needed.
-Target gift card.
-Cat videos.
-Birthday pizza.
-Watson's writings.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/1919007632917014798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/03/grace-upon-grace_18.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/1919007632917014798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/1919007632917014798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/03/grace-upon-grace_18.html' title='Grace Upon Grace'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-4945847375081194684</id><published>2011-03-17T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T00:48:45.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping on the bandwagon.</title><summary type='text'>Everyone and their mom is talking about Rob Bell and his new book.


I have a question that no one is asking--is it just me or does he wear the same outfit all the time?


Interview with Lisa Miller</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/4945847375081194684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/03/jumping-on-bandwagon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4945847375081194684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4945847375081194684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/03/jumping-on-bandwagon.html' title='Jumping on the bandwagon.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-2599615527937662129</id><published>2011-03-16T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T00:45:35.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In good company.</title><summary type='text'>"Watson was one of the most concise, racy, illustrative, and suggestive of those eminent divines who made the Puritan age the Augustan period of evangelical literature. There is a happy union of sound doctrine, heart-searching experience and practical wisdom in all his works." --CHS


Watson was racy too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/2599615527937662129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-good-company.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2599615527937662129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2599615527937662129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-good-company.html' title='In good company.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-4971517101087332591</id><published>2011-03-16T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T01:31:55.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace Upon Grace</title><summary type='text'>- Sleep.
- Good coffee.
- Almost getting hugged by some random stranger after he found out I was Japanese because he felt so sad for Japan.
- Time in the Word.
- Christian Lit.
- 85 to kill time so I could park in a closer lot on campus.
- Sweats and gonorrhea for my birthday from my small group.
- Seeing a code and remembering patients are people.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/4971517101087332591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/03/grace-upon-grace_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4971517101087332591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4971517101087332591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/03/grace-upon-grace_16.html' title='Grace Upon Grace'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-7283444628574230494</id><published>2011-03-15T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T00:10:27.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Ultimate Aim of Serving Others"</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/7283444628574230494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/03/ultimate-aim-of-serving-others.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7283444628574230494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7283444628574230494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/03/ultimate-aim-of-serving-others.html' title='&quot;The Ultimate Aim of Serving Others&quot;'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-6536201999036325813</id><published>2011-03-11T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T02:01:30.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer and comfort.</title><summary type='text'>Right now it feels like everyone has cancer. It's hard to minister to people--or it's hard to know how best to minister to them. 
As a christian, I don't know how to console my non-believing friends. I don't feel comfortable telling them things will be ok because in my heart I know that death that awaits them, or their parents, or their friends will not bring and end to their suffering but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/6536201999036325813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/03/cancer-and-comfort.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/6536201999036325813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/6536201999036325813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/03/cancer-and-comfort.html' title='Cancer and comfort.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-5444175417853350767</id><published>2011-03-08T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T08:14:43.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Life Monsters.</title><summary type='text'>"I propose to speak of a monster that is more insatiable than the guillotine; more destructive to life and health than the mightiest army that ever marched to battle; more terrifying than any scourge that ever threatened the existence of the human race. The monster of which I speak...has fed and feasted and fattened...on the flesh and blood and brains and bones of men and children in every land. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/5444175417853350767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/03/real-life-monsters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5444175417853350767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5444175417853350767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/03/real-life-monsters.html' title='Real Life Monsters.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-4028296160049595171</id><published>2011-03-01T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T20:28:12.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace Upon Grace</title><summary type='text'>-Fresh hot donut and coffee in the morning-Good country music-Break from studying to read-Accidental nap-Excited for Resolved-Encouraged by Dr. MLJ and his commitment to expository preaching &amp; thankful for all the men who've had the same faithfulness to the Word and helped me grow. What a blessing!
"I gave up nothing [a promising medical career]; I received everything. I count it the highest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/4028296160049595171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/03/grace-upon-grace.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4028296160049595171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4028296160049595171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/03/grace-upon-grace.html' title='Grace Upon Grace'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-3482669966568620019</id><published>2011-02-24T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T17:20:16.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toe Up.</title><summary type='text'>I started reading Jeremiah to find encouragement in his faithful serving in fruitless ministry. Instead, I am getting torn to shreds in seeing Israel's apathy and faithlessness toward God. I am more like Israel. I am the worst.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/3482669966568620019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/02/toe-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3482669966568620019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3482669966568620019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/02/toe-up.html' title='Toe Up.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-5513418464756293331</id><published>2011-02-15T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T11:40:48.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"God is still God and God is still good."</title><summary type='text'>http://thegospelcoalition.org/blogs/justintaylor/2011/02/15/o-death-where-is-your-victory/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/5513418464756293331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/02/god-is-still-god-and-god-is-still-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5513418464756293331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5513418464756293331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/02/god-is-still-god-and-god-is-still-good.html' title='&quot;God is still God and God is still good.&quot;'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-4473435329176098432</id><published>2011-02-09T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T16:26:16.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newport Food Adventures</title><summary type='text'>On Wednesdays I only have class from 10-11am this quarter. The past couple of weeks I've been staying in the library or going to starbucks. Today I thought I'd change things up and go to Tapioca Express. So I went, got a table and read for an hour (I'm reading "How to Win the Nobel Prize: An Unexpected Life in Science" for extra credit in mirco. I love it. It is so interesting! So nerdy...).
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/4473435329176098432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/02/newport-food-adventures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4473435329176098432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4473435329176098432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/02/newport-food-adventures.html' title='Newport Food Adventures'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bMfCxZ8S5uE/TVMwgr-2MsI/AAAAAAAAALE/-xnsKvYQoyE/s72-c/Photo152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-2439704090247273486</id><published>2011-01-27T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T00:10:16.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in Irvine.</title><summary type='text'>So much to do, so little time. Farewell to sleep. Hello coffee!!! 


I like what Piper has to say about sleep:



The human heart does not replenish itself with sleep. The body does, but not the heart. We replenish our hearts not with sleep, but with the Word of God and prayer.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/2439704090247273486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/01/sleepless-in-irvine.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2439704090247273486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2439704090247273486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/01/sleepless-in-irvine.html' title='Sleepless in Irvine.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-8173363034039839003</id><published>2011-01-20T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T16:05:52.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Kills.</title><summary type='text'>Over break, Elyse and I met up for brunch to exchange Christmas gifts and just to catch up on life. Spending any amount of time with Elyse is always tons of fun and so so so encouraging. She is the best. Anyway, we got to talking about church, ministry, and our own lives and we decided that being comfortable is the worst. It's this sneaky sin that creeps in unnoticed until you're in way over your</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/8173363034039839003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/01/comfort-kills.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8173363034039839003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8173363034039839003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/01/comfort-kills.html' title='Comfort Kills.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-6267309716723078434</id><published>2011-01-03T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:05:03.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snow SNOW snow!!!</title><summary type='text'>Snowing in Awesometown!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/6267309716723078434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-snow-snow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/6267309716723078434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/6267309716723078434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-snow-snow.html' title='snow SNOW snow!!!'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/TSGRBDG9WzI/AAAAAAAAAK8/oTipLDe-J_Q/s72-c/Photo146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-403889706283378523</id><published>2010-11-04T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:08:49.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>51 Days!!!</title><summary type='text'>I can't wait for Christmas!!!
some music in the mean time. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/403889706283378523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/11/51-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/403889706283378523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/403889706283378523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/11/51-days.html' title='51 Days!!!'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-7381366424237216983</id><published>2010-10-13T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T02:05:00.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus vs. ____________</title><summary type='text'>"Christ Jesus is the life of all the graces and comforts of a Christian in this world. By the knowledge and contemplation of him and of his death in our stead faith lives and is strengthened from day to day. All the springs of repentance are opened and flow freely when the heart is melted by views of a dying Saviour. Love feels the attractive power of its glorious object and is kindled into, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/7381366424237216983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/10/jesus-vs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7381366424237216983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7381366424237216983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/10/jesus-vs.html' title='Jesus vs. ____________'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-4973068535016346797</id><published>2010-10-04T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T22:27:33.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People say growing up with brothers makes meals a battlefield...</title><summary type='text'>
but those  people didn't grow up eating in my mother's kitchen. Saw this on  girltalk today. My mother used to say this exact phrase and leave  exactly one light on for the poor, lone, slow eater left at the table  after everyone else had finished dinner.

  Is dueling a brother for the last piece of chicken really worse than sitting alone in the dark finishing your meal? Ask Kimberly.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/4973068535016346797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-say-growing-up-with-brothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4973068535016346797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4973068535016346797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-say-growing-up-with-brothers.html' title='People say growing up with brothers makes meals a battlefield...'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/TKq2R3UFYSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rAy7nboch4w/s72-c/girltalk+%7C+Blog+%7C+52home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-8487055917227401454</id><published>2010-09-28T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:56:17.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 28th</title><summary type='text'>Matt emailed this to me today. It is freaky. 
   I'm famous!!!
Now that it's out in the open everyone will want to be my friend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/8487055917227401454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-28th.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8487055917227401454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8487055917227401454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-28th.html' title='September 28th'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/TKK4Kgi2olI/AAAAAAAAAKk/65T7rjFXsQs/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-1578859677875453418</id><published>2010-09-27T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:12:45.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Death is cool until you die."</title><summary type='text'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JymN_LfrEZs&amp;feature=player_embedded 

Esther is trying to make us do apartment bonding via Spartan Race. Even though after recently watching 300 I was all hyped about beating people up without a shirt on (Ahhh-woo!) this race is looks scary! I'm going to be Persian status getting owned by this Spartan race...

O well, it will be a glorious way to celebrate ending </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/1578859677875453418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/09/death-is-cool-until-you-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/1578859677875453418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/1578859677875453418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/09/death-is-cool-until-you-die.html' title='&quot;Death is cool until you die.&quot;'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-892200204693891747</id><published>2010-09-27T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:11:47.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"We are the descendants of those described. Our forefathers were given up to as brutish a service of the devil as any nation under the sun. It was therefore the work of infinite mercy that the day dawned on us, and that the 'day-spring from on high has visited us.' God might justly have left us to perish in the blindness and ignorance of our forefathers. But of his own will, and by his own </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/892200204693891747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-are-descendants-of-those-described.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/892200204693891747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/892200204693891747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-are-descendants-of-those-described.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-8956082117989846124</id><published>2010-09-20T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T23:47:35.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 20th</title><summary type='text'>It has been a million years since I've posted a photo!!! Here is a nice back to school one.
 Why do I have bejeweled doorstops? What else would they be used for but to prop my laptop up and keep it from overheating?They're tacky and I love it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/8956082117989846124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-20th.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8956082117989846124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8956082117989846124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-20th.html' title='September 20th'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/TJhUYGsgrFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_bnbtkmg1pw/s72-c/Photo134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-8389093530461425207</id><published>2010-09-10T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:50:42.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Just in...</title><summary type='text'>"Just read that women in their 20s are 2xs as fertile as women in their 30s. Get it on."
... My sister texted this to me this morning....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/8389093530461425207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-just-in.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8389093530461425207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8389093530461425207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-just-in.html' title='This Just in...'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-632158536622688551</id><published>2010-07-08T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T14:14:17.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choose Wisely.</title><summary type='text'>I don't think of myself as a picky person. I eat almost anything except lima beans and peas (I do however love love split pea soup). I don't really have a favorite color, movie, song, etc. I'm only really picky when it comes to my journals (even here I am getting a little more lax...take heart CCM boys! I am using the notebook from sisters' appreciation!) and pen point size (I have to say  0.5 is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/632158536622688551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/07/choose-wisely.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/632158536622688551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/632158536622688551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/07/choose-wisely.html' title='Choose Wisely.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-1780543959310331589</id><published>2010-06-15T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:04:44.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a Lady Not a Tramp.</title><summary type='text'>Back in high school when I would drive Allison around she'd always ask if we could go to Starbucks. When I would say yes she would say thanks. Thanks because I ended up paying for her drink! Every time. But now the tables have turned. She is the one working this summer (I miss the pool!!!). So today, I rode with her to get gas (driving with her is not as scary as driving with Kaity....) and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/1780543959310331589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/06/be-lady-not-tramp.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/1780543959310331589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/1780543959310331589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/06/be-lady-not-tramp.html' title='Be a Lady Not a Tramp.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/TBhxE-ttbsI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/pQ5n7cEFeSE/s72-c/51Lod3UjQTL._SL500_AA266_PIkin2,BottomRight,2,34_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-5529382994568340648</id><published>2010-06-09T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T11:52:54.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juniors!</title><summary type='text'>The Junior class is the best. Granted I might be a little biased...but I think it's true. I mean no one else can pull off "Z" like we can.
  April made her rounds to our class dropping off study food. What a nice girl! Sad she's leaving!!!! Why must you be smart and graduate a year early!? But man, look at the love in our class. So wonderful...and I am tired/cracked out enough to get a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/5529382994568340648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/06/juniors.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5529382994568340648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5529382994568340648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/06/juniors.html' title='Juniors!'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/TA9ORKM2v9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/BBoiM5pAAYU/s72-c/32258_455618242221_833207221_6117515_3925388_s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-1542846134856810894</id><published>2010-06-04T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T17:05:49.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway to Hell.</title><summary type='text'>Motor vehicle accidents can be scary. Cars can overturn. Airbags deploy. Motorcycles skid across the pavement. Even when cars are going at a mere 30mph serious damage can be done.
I've been in accidents, seen accidents, and more recently I've been able to offer help. Kaity and I stopped to help this one couple when we were driving back from Irvine once. We learned that people do weird things when</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/1542846134856810894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/06/highway-to-hell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/1542846134856810894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/1542846134856810894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/06/highway-to-hell.html' title='Highway to Hell.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-7513165292760126491</id><published>2010-06-01T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:30:01.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>365 Days of Foto Fail.</title><summary type='text'>I am really bad at keeping up with this photo blog thing. Freak. Here are some old ones. So old I don't even remember why and when I took them. Fail.
 Here's a picture of the back of a truck. I have no idea why I took this. I think it's in V-town aka self-named "Awesometown" This was from like...last month or something. I went to study in the Science Library in the study rooms. Someone put their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/7513165292760126491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/06/365-days-of-foto-fail.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7513165292760126491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7513165292760126491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/06/365-days-of-foto-fail.html' title='365 Days of Foto Fail.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/TAX3bItYcNI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ihXI-cBZw84/s72-c/Photo116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-6763317294981556371</id><published>2010-05-23T00:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:39:26.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Soul Finds Rest in God Alone.</title><summary type='text'>My soul finds rest in God alone, 
My Rock and my salvation, 
A fortress strong against my foes, 
And I will not be shaken. 
Though lips may bless and hearts may curse, 
And lies like arrows pierce me, 
I’ll fix my heart on righteousness, 
I’ll look to Him who hears me. 

O praise Him, hallelujah,  
My Delight and my Reward; 
Everlasting, never failing, 
My Redeemer, my God. 

Find rest, my soul, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/6763317294981556371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-soul-finds-rest-in-god-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/6763317294981556371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/6763317294981556371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-soul-finds-rest-in-god-alone.html' title='My Soul Finds Rest in God Alone.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-6872292548743689685</id><published>2010-05-18T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:04:38.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finish Well.</title><summary type='text'>No unwelcome tasks become any the less unwelcome by putting them off till tomorrow. It is only when they are behind us and done, that we begin to find that there is a sweetness to be tasted afterwards, and that the remembrance of unwelcome duties unhesitatingly done is welcome and pleasant. Accomplished, they are full of blessing, and there is a smile on their faces as they leave us. Undone, they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/6872292548743689685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/05/finish-well.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/6872292548743689685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/6872292548743689685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/05/finish-well.html' title='Finish Well.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-8104479531925776361</id><published>2010-05-10T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T23:24:34.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanctification.</title><summary type='text'>"Glory be to God for the furnace, the hammer, and the file. Heaven shall be all the fuller of bliss because we have been filled with anguish here below, and earth shall be better tilled because of our training in the school of adversity."- CHS</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/8104479531925776361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/05/sanctification.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8104479531925776361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8104479531925776361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/05/sanctification.html' title='Sanctification.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-2111784741039052615</id><published>2010-05-02T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:52:47.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Went to a Funeral &amp; Finally Watched Iron Man.</title><summary type='text'>That is what I literally did last  Friday. Well, I also went to physics lab in the morning.

Funerals. I have been to many in my life. I even have a specific black dress that I keep on hand, the funeral dress, like a go bag it's ready when I need it even on a moments notice. I guess it is kind of morbid having a "funeral dress" (my sisters and I seriously call it that), But it comes in handy and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/2111784741039052615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-went-to-funeral-finally-watched-iron.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2111784741039052615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2111784741039052615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-went-to-funeral-finally-watched-iron.html' title='I Went to a Funeral &amp; Finally Watched Iron Man.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-8031324507647553799</id><published>2010-04-30T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T11:16:12.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without.</title><summary type='text'>"Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/8031324507647553799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/04/without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8031324507647553799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8031324507647553799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/04/without.html' title='Without.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-3013848798277207374</id><published>2010-04-22T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:23:06.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 22</title><summary type='text'>So while reading Men's Health I came across this ad for this yogurt. Greek yogurt is the new cottage cheese. I really love this yogurt now. Thank you, Men's Health. Not only did you provide me entertainment with Paul Walker and an interesting article to read, "I Want My Prostate Back", but I now know the greatness of Greek yogurt.  
Me yogurt and me homage to Earth Day.
"Buy a cow, eat a double </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/3013848798277207374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-22.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3013848798277207374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3013848798277207374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-22.html' title='April 22'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S9DjaQVnsYI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TB4gVzE_emE/s72-c/Photo+874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-602199112739287605</id><published>2010-04-21T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:28:19.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 20</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday's shift at the hospital was so slow. I was the only volunteer there so I had to man the front for 2 hours instead of just one. At least there was a copy of vogue and vanity fair to keep me occupied. Toward the end of my shift I had to run some paper work upstairs. So I took the elevator up and waited until I reached my destination. Riding in the elevator is not as exciting as Grey's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/602199112739287605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-20.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/602199112739287605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/602199112739287605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-20.html' title='April 20'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S8_dkkJJnqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/X9lysjpX4Kw/s72-c/Photo111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-6475202660096181601</id><published>2010-04-15T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:45:36.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April 15</title><summary type='text'>Twice now Esther, Sharon, and I have had wonderfully romantic breakfast dates at Las Brisas.
 
 Breakfast  buffet. The beach. Best friends. Could there be a better way to start  the day???
Iron sharpens iron, and one man sharpens another. Proverbs 27:17 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/6475202660096181601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-15.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/6475202660096181601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/6475202660096181601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-15.html' title='April 15'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S8ddfcX4JsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aZiRkUHtU-0/s72-c/Photo109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-5513735698462927501</id><published>2010-04-13T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T09:28:42.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Sweet &amp; Aweful.</title><summary type='text'>How sweet and aweful is the place
With Christ within the doors
While everlasting love displays
The choicest of her stores


While all our hearts and all our songs
Join to admire the feast
Each of us cry with thankful tongues
"Lord, why was I a guest?"


"Why was I made to hear Thy voice
And enter while there's room
When thousands make a wretched choice
And rather starve than come?"


'Twas the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/5513735698462927501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-sweet-aweful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5513735698462927501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5513735698462927501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-sweet-aweful.html' title='How Sweet &amp; Aweful.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-7956049173312999719</id><published>2010-04-01T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T01:21:58.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I sleep it will be like I am in a cage!</title><summary type='text'>My roommate took her mattress out into the living room to sleep...now I have a cage-bed!
Took a shower and came back to find these guys getting ready to watch me sleep...  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/7956049173312999719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-i-sleep-it-will-be-like-i-am-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7956049173312999719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7956049173312999719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-i-sleep-it-will-be-like-i-am-in.html' title='When I sleep it will be like I am in a cage!'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S7RPT0_3PJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Np8zEN1IzVw/s72-c/Photo+872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-1593652498580634638</id><published>2010-03-24T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:36:22.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 24</title><summary type='text'>Spring break is the best! I love the sun and having time to do anything I want. Like today, I made a snuggie and attempted to make macarons with Kaity.Hands free!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/1593652498580634638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-24.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/1593652498580634638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/1593652498580634638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-24.html' title='March 24'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S6rMyZbkY1I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/G8hz-Slatzo/s72-c/Photo+869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-7510427930477717912</id><published>2010-03-17T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T07:56:51.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March 16/17</title><summary type='text'>
Fortress of DarknessWeird sleeping patterns and the time change have forced me to make a fort to block out the sunlight that comes through the window and interrupts my precious sleep. Worked too well. Slept an extra 45min. O well, still got time!  I hope this nice weather lasts through spring break...when I can get outside and actually enjoy it... "Store up for yourselves treasures in Heaven, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/7510427930477717912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-1617.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7510427930477717912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7510427930477717912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-1617.html' title='March 16/17'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S6Dru5gSbwI/AAAAAAAAAII/hfkLB1WgziY/s72-c/Photo106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-3854776385274899283</id><published>2010-03-12T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:38:52.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No boob job, thank you. I want to be unhappy too.</title><summary type='text'>Read this blog from this mother who doesn't want her kids to be happy. I don't want to be happy either. A good reminder in light of finals...and life.
 Read it here. 
"The happiness of the creature consists in rejoicing in God, by which also God is magnified and exalted."-Edwards</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/3854776385274899283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-boob-job-thank-you-i-want-to-be.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3854776385274899283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3854776385274899283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-boob-job-thank-you-i-want-to-be.html' title='No boob job, thank you. I want to be unhappy too.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-2932841002053969392</id><published>2010-03-04T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:58:34.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 3</title><summary type='text'>Dang. Missed the actual day! O well.

March 3rd was a day of food. It all started March 2nd after my volunteer shift at the hospital. I came back to the apartment around 11 40, got ready for bed, check email and facebook one last time, and then crawled into bed around 12 30. I noticed I had missed a text. Skye asked what I was doing around 12 15, so I texted her back saying I was getting ready to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/2932841002053969392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-3.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2932841002053969392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2932841002053969392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-3.html' title='March 3'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S49yCpqERII/AAAAAAAAAHg/xl3rtGe7LEw/s72-c/Photo101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-2727209122495373061</id><published>2010-03-01T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:15:15.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Heart.</title><summary type='text'>"The heart is the part of man which God chiefly notices in      religion. The bowed head, and the bended knee--the grave face and the rigid      posture--the ritual response, and the formal amen--all these together do not      make up a spiritual worshiper. The eyes of God look further and deeper. He      requires the worship of the heart. 'My son,' he says to every one of us, 'Give me your heart</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/2727209122495373061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/03/heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2727209122495373061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2727209122495373061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/03/heart.html' title='The Heart.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-4478237012695665023</id><published>2010-02-25T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:06:26.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 25</title><summary type='text'>Back to the Beginning.

I remember the very first episode of ER that I ever watched. I couldn't have been more than 6 years old. Mom let me stay up late and watch t.v. with her one night and I remember her telling me as the opening credits were playing that everything was not real and not to be scared and all the blood and guts and everything were fake. I don't remember it being especially bloody</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/4478237012695665023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-25.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4478237012695665023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4478237012695665023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-25.html' title='February 25'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S4cd0nINlSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3bV7dxUd_M8/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-4346284332134786229</id><published>2010-02-21T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:31:05.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 21</title><summary type='text'>My roommate brought her snake back to the apartment. So far, I like the snake better than my roommate from last year's hamster (I hated that thing...)

Today, we fed the snake. It was amazing. The snake was so hungry and crazy. Very snakes on a plane-esque. It was glorious!!!! Steph let me dump the little mouse into the cage. I was a little hesitant...but I apologized to him and then shook him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/4346284332134786229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-21.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4346284332134786229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4346284332134786229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/02/february-21.html' title='February 21'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S4H46SNzwXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vcyjX5lch5A/s72-c/Photo097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-4178924778882750598</id><published>2010-02-15T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:59:47.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 46</title><summary type='text'>I love long weekends!

Friday, saw "Dear John" with the sisters and the mother. None of us particularly liked the movie in the end, but it was still fun just hanging out with them. I also learned that I am the least trendy sister. We were all getting ready to head out and I had on my Einstein tshirt and jeans while the rest of my sisters had on blouses or sweaters or blazers and shoes that were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/4178924778882750598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-46.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4178924778882750598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4178924778882750598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-46.html' title='Day 46'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S3o7nttE4AI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wa1wDDGZ4GU/s72-c/Photo093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-1593247691280806940</id><published>2010-02-11T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:24:13.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes.</title><summary type='text'>"Give me one hundred men who fear nothing but sin and desire nothing but God, and I care not whether they be clergyman or laymen, they alone will shake the gates of Hell and set up the kingdom of Heaven upon the earth"-Wesley</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/1593247691280806940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/02/yes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/1593247691280806940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/1593247691280806940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/02/yes.html' title='Yes.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-7869875750150129101</id><published>2010-02-09T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:09:21.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 40</title><summary type='text'>Since I started swimming I have developed a prophetic knee (that is sometimes wrong). I know when it is going to rain when my knee starts to hurt. I think there is some serious scientific validity to this gift of prophesy something with atmospheric pressure changes...or something. I am not crazy. Today it was all sore so I busted out my tube of Icy Hot (except the tube I have right now is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/7869875750150129101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-40.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7869875750150129101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7869875750150129101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-40.html' title='Day 40'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S3I-aT5a5_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/m21vaZRyfpo/s72-c/Photo092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-5027735777452807928</id><published>2010-02-06T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:43:25.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 37</title><summary type='text'>Biochem is my least favorite bio class! It is worse than ochem. I've been studying all day. Except a small trip to Target to get printer ink and toilet paper and a candle. The apartment has been smelling kind of weird so I moved the Febreze Noticeable out into the living room and set it to high. I have no idea what the smell is...so far none of my other roommates have said anything (but to me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/5027735777452807928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-37.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5027735777452807928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5027735777452807928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-37.html' title='Day 37'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S25tgA8Xu5I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Rtwp_W_pHUU/s72-c/Photo091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-614261043522241366</id><published>2010-02-01T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:35:26.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 32</title><summary type='text'>Today, I decided to wear my rainbows. It's strange saying that. Normally, I would have to decide to wear some other pair of shoes. I love my rainbows! This winter though, I neglected them. They got forgotten at home. Stolen by my sister. I had one pair here at school that were brand spanking new. Green double layer ones that I wore a few times, but the double layer thing is not a fave. Never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/614261043522241366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-32.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/614261043522241366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/614261043522241366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-32.html' title='Day 32'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S2fTkkdkz_I/AAAAAAAAAFw/f82ykJPEqbs/s72-c/Photo+845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-5896746661236562257</id><published>2010-01-31T17:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:11:48.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"He who prays as he ought will endeavour to live as he prays." -Owen</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/5896746661236562257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/he-who-prays-as-he-ought-will-endeavour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5896746661236562257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5896746661236562257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/he-who-prays-as-he-ought-will-endeavour.html' title=''/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-4036043774534693800</id><published>2010-01-26T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:09:35.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Boss.</title><summary type='text'>Paps sent us this email today. He is reading "A Praying Life". I think he doesn't know that I read it and gave it to mom over the summer...but that's ok. His email was a good reminder of the importance of prayer and why we pray. He ended it with this
  
"We pray because our worst enemy is ourselves; our tendency to want to be God in our own life. We pray to God to save us from us."


My dad is so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/4036043774534693800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-boss.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4036043774534693800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4036043774534693800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-boss.html' title='So Boss.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-3623964156561607864</id><published>2010-01-24T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:31:37.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 23</title><summary type='text'>Saturday night we had a party at our apartment. The idea came last quarter when one of my roommates decided that we needed to make use of the nook in our living room. She said it looked like a stage. Then, another one of my roommates started working as a barista. Both of these things gave birth to cafe night at our apartment. Live music and cocoa. It was so fun!

Elis Im and The Oceanographers
"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/3623964156561607864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-23_24.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3623964156561607864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3623964156561607864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-23_24.html' title='Day 23'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S100zTb3iCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kCcUeQQhuLc/s72-c/Photo089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-9212761886434536744</id><published>2010-01-22T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T12:57:38.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's grace made manifest through my family part 5: Paps</title><summary type='text'>"Paps" is what my sisters and I (and now more recently other people) call my father. I forget how this name for him came about. I think Allison started it because she thought it was hilarious. Every time she would call him that we would all get grossed out because it reminded us of pap smear. Lovely, right? Well, now the name has caught on. Once, we tried calling him "Doctor" instead of "Dad". </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/9212761886434536744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/gods-grace-made-manifest-through-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/9212761886434536744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/9212761886434536744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/gods-grace-made-manifest-through-my.html' title='God&apos;s grace made manifest through my family part 5: Paps'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S1oQU0HIsbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rWLsljrdFlE/s72-c/Photo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-6213456064797581081</id><published>2010-01-19T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T15:44:32.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18/19</title><summary type='text'>I haven't posted a picture in awhile. Because 1.) Most days I forget. and 2.) I don't do anything exciting to take a picture of. Especially not every day.

That being said, yesterday was an exciting day off. Mom and I went out to run some errands and hit a redbox when Dad called us to pick up the car from the airport. Late last month, at Snowtastic, the window on Mom's car  broke. What was once a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/6213456064797581081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-1819.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/6213456064797581081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/6213456064797581081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-1819.html' title='Day 18/19'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S1Y4aXzWY2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/PWFw2Tfc79g/s72-c/Photo085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-2367592302427445245</id><published>2010-01-09T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:00:40.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9</title><summary type='text'>
 Lovey and I used to be best friends before. Now, she loves Kimberly. It sucks. My plan was to win back her love today by giving her a bath, but Kim gave her one on Wednesday. My plans were foiled. I settled for just brushing her. Too bad she hates that...and she still loves Kim more. Has she forgotten all the naps I used to take with her? All the times I used to let her in the house even though</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/2367592302427445245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-9.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2367592302427445245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2367592302427445245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-9.html' title='Day 9'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S0l5ryTcreI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yjjKCk_o6EE/s72-c/Photo+885.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-776346026628300930</id><published>2010-01-07T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:02:57.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7</title><summary type='text'>I missed yesterday. First CCM of the quarter and Mel was the only one with her camera at Harbor House...it was weird...usually it's like paparazzi up in there.


It feels like Friday. But, it's Thursday, Thirsty Thursday. Tonight, I'm starting season two of 30 Rock and getting physics homework done. Exciting.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/776346026628300930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-7.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/776346026628300930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/776346026628300930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S0bYOptxGeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/voD8CSxI4jM/s72-c/Photo082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-5917634434731978102</id><published>2010-01-07T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:36:51.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duty and Piles of Duty.</title><summary type='text'>The week is almost over and I can already feel myself adjusting to the new schedule and the monotony of life settling in. Did the reading for Bio 176. Took a quiz already in physics. Haven't really done too much for biochem...but my excuse is that my book hasn't come in yet. Just as my body and brain are becoming more conditioned to my schedule for this quarter, my heart has become conditioned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/5917634434731978102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/duty-and-piles-of-duty.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5917634434731978102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5917634434731978102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/duty-and-piles-of-duty.html' title='Duty and Piles of Duty.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-5583365361331926396</id><published>2010-01-06T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:09:55.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5</title><summary type='text'>Books are freaking expensive. At least one of them is online...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/5583365361331926396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5583365361331926396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5583365361331926396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S0RFOi5k3AI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SxQuqpNIOQg/s72-c/books.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-1679271356376465052</id><published>2010-01-05T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T10:06:28.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><summary type='text'>We are a Mac apartment. Today, we had an apartment dinner (minus Kathy...). Had California Fish Grill and we made up stories about the other patron's lives. I think some of them caught us staring at them...After we came home and lounged around the apartment on our macs while watching some weird shows on VH1. Jasmine went to take a shower and then Karina baited her to come out with her macbook and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/1679271356376465052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/1679271356376465052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/1679271356376465052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S0Ly2OscjSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BFuoZQrqn4s/s72-c/Photo+877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-2884794771179858798</id><published>2010-01-03T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:51:12.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2/3</title><summary type='text'>Day 2 Photo:Had too much fun yesterday and didn't have time to post a picture. Here are some photos from brunch with Elyse and Stephanie. I asked Elyse and Steph the night before we met what time and where we were meeting. Steph told me to ask Elyse and so I automatically assumed they were going to try and pull a prank on me and show up at my house and make me cook them breakfast. I called them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/2884794771179858798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-23.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2884794771179858798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2884794771179858798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-23.html' title='Day 2/3'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/S0GYnV3z7hI/AAAAAAAAAD0/hrDRBzZZS80/s72-c/Photo081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-9154668417686317080</id><published>2010-01-01T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:59:56.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>365 Days of photo!</title><summary type='text'>Freak. I am barely going to make it in time/ I might not make it. For now here is a picture of Kim brushing her teeth in the hallway until I get the other one up! ahh.And here we all are bothering Kaity.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/9154668417686317080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/365-days-of-photo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/9154668417686317080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/9154668417686317080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2010/01/365-days-of-photo.html' title='365 Days of photo!'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/Sz77VJUqpNI/AAAAAAAAADM/p3B_3BfkfzA/s72-c/Photo+873.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-3722682528739110900</id><published>2009-12-01T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:00:27.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brighter Than a Thousand Suns.</title><summary type='text'>"Lord Jesus,If I love thee my soul shall seek thee, but can I seek thee unless my love to thee is kept alive to this end?Do I love thee because thou art good, and canst alone do me good?It is fitting thou shouldest not regard me, for I am vile and selfish; yet I seek thee, and when I find thee there is no more wrath to devour me, but only sweet love.Thou dost stand as a rock between the scorching</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/3722682528739110900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/12/brighter-than-thousand-suns.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3722682528739110900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3722682528739110900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/12/brighter-than-thousand-suns.html' title='Brighter Than a Thousand Suns.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-7370577653616757763</id><published>2009-10-30T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T11:32:42.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer weather in my heart.</title><summary type='text'>Repose.Heavenly Father,My faith is in thee,My expectation is from thee,My love goes out toward thee.I believe thee,accept thy Word,acquiesce in thy will,rely on thy promises,trust thy providence.I bless thee that the court of conscienceproves me to be thine.I do not need signs and wonders to believe,for thy Word is sure truth.I have cast my anchor in the port of peace,knowing that present and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/7370577653616757763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/10/summer-weather-in-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7370577653616757763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7370577653616757763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/10/summer-weather-in-my-heart.html' title='Summer weather in my heart.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-270287134502005898</id><published>2009-10-27T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T08:13:52.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really Hate Shots.</title><summary type='text'>So recently I got into this internship/volunteer program at this hospital in Long Beach. I had to go into the Student Health Center to make sure my Hep B was all up to date and to get a more current TB test. My Hep B is all done so I just needed a PPD, super easy shot. It's not like getting vaccinated where your arm is all sore for a day or two after you get the shot and it's not like the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/270287134502005898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-really-hate-shots.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/270287134502005898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/270287134502005898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-really-hate-shots.html' title='I Really Hate Shots.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-5326850747218974429</id><published>2009-10-13T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:12:41.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's grace made manifest through my family part 4: Kaity</title><summary type='text'>In a couple of days my sister will be 18. I remember being 18. I thought I would be all mature and hot. Not true. For Kaity though, I think it will be. In terms of hotness, we've already voted her the hottest sister. As for maturity, she's way farther than I was at her age and even now, she continues to be a huge source of encouragement for me. Kaity is probably the most logical and rational out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/5326850747218974429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/10/gods-grace-made-manifest-through-my.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5326850747218974429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5326850747218974429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/10/gods-grace-made-manifest-through-my.html' title='God&apos;s grace made manifest through my family part 4: Kaity'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/StWHCf40XAI/AAAAAAAAADA/CVub0ldrMwE/s72-c/Picture+1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-2462851597611564584</id><published>2009-10-03T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:06:46.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout Out.</title><summary type='text'>To my Paps,Thanks for reading my blog!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/2462851597611564584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/10/shout-out.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2462851597611564584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2462851597611564584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/10/shout-out.html' title='Shout Out.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-8433118685997951887</id><published>2009-09-27T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:20:39.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Sundays.</title><summary type='text'>It's been exactly (I think...) a year since I started going to Lighthouse. It's weird to think it's been that long. I love the church. To be honest, I didn't think I would be able to ever say those words while I was away at college. How could I forsake my beloved CCAC?  But, I love this church with my whole heart.I love the purple unicorn who's head and horn are still visible on the stage during </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/8433118685997951887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-sundays.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8433118685997951887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8433118685997951887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-sundays.html' title='I Love Sundays.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-5831982898709719702</id><published>2009-09-14T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:51:58.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary...</title><summary type='text'>I have never written those words in my entire life...I don't think anyways...While cleaning my room, I inevitably have to clean out my bookshelves. Random things get stuffed and hidden in there; old papers, mail, socks, and my books get all disheveled looking. The place where I keep all of my journals was especially crazy since I hadn't really reorganized them since they were last pulled out and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/5831982898709719702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-diary.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5831982898709719702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/5831982898709719702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/09/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary...'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/Sq7WPjULvlI/AAAAAAAAACk/51O5N-f_LBM/s72-c/Photo+851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-8430829590020100191</id><published>2009-09-02T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:31:31.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety Nets.</title><summary type='text'>CCM does this [weird] thing where after the speaker gives the message we discuss it with people around us for like 15 min. I remember this one time I was talking about the message that the speaker had just given on the sufficiency of Christ vs. the insufficiency of the OT sacrificial system, and I wanted to fight this one guy. OK, maybe not physically, but with my words I wanted to blast him. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/8430829590020100191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/09/safety-nets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8430829590020100191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/8430829590020100191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/09/safety-nets.html' title='Safety Nets.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-2931076395325091663</id><published>2009-08-06T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T01:44:16.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The breast thing ever. (God's grace made manifest pt. 3)</title><summary type='text'>It seems like these days everyone is all about the "prosperity gospel". Everyone loves the idea of God granting to believers health and wealth because "He is faithful" and they love misapplying Jeremiah 29:11. As if God would be less faithful or less sovereign were He to allow trials to come into our lives. They say a good and loving God cannot be like that. He just wants us to have "our best </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/2931076395325091663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/08/breast-thing-ever-gods-grace-made.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2931076395325091663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/2931076395325091663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/08/breast-thing-ever-gods-grace-made.html' title='The breast thing ever. (God&apos;s grace made manifest pt. 3)'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/SnqPM9Y6FYI/AAAAAAAAACc/042Rvik3v_M/s72-c/5182_1106006064611_1660574061_242368_3955776_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-7190541645571990209</id><published>2009-08-04T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T02:20:02.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted Yet Refreshed.</title><summary type='text'>It's 2am ish and I am tired. But it is that sucky tired where you are too tired to sleep. It is a good thing I don't have class tomorrow. This past weekend I was able to go to Lighthouse's 2nd all church retreat. Being able to attend that retreat was such a blessing. I was able to spend time with Elyse (I think that is the most days we've slept together in the same room haha) and I was able to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/7190541645571990209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/08/exhausted-yet-refreshed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7190541645571990209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/7190541645571990209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/08/exhausted-yet-refreshed.html' title='Exhausted Yet Refreshed.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-9147709668102262055</id><published>2009-07-25T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:42:13.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Modesty &amp; Godliness.</title><summary type='text'>A woman who focuses on worshiping God will consider carefully how she is dressed, because her heart will dictate her wardrobe and appearance.- John MacArthur</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/9147709668102262055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/07/modesty-godliness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/9147709668102262055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/9147709668102262055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/07/modesty-godliness.html' title='Modesty &amp; Godliness.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-3819488609865231282</id><published>2009-07-11T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:07:34.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cry for Devliverance</title><summary type='text'>HEAVENLY FATHER,Save me entirely from sin. I know I am righteous through the righteousness of Another, but I pant and pine for likeness to Thyself; I am Thy child and should bear Thy image, enable me to recognize my death unto sin; when it tempts me may I be dead unto its voice.Deliver me from the invasion as well as the dominion of sin. Grant me to walk as Christ walked, to live in the newness </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/3819488609865231282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/07/cry-for-devliverance.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3819488609865231282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3819488609865231282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/07/cry-for-devliverance.html' title='A Cry for Devliverance'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-4248973441481074015</id><published>2009-06-03T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:56:39.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Lessons from that Little Bean.</title><summary type='text'>Since my senior year in high school my affinity toward this little bean has grown tremendously to the point where today, I would consider myself an addict. What began as a small liking for the thing has grown to a strong dependency and it seems that towards the end of each quarter the amount of it I consume increases. Coffee, how I love thee.Starbucks. Coffeebean. Pete's. McDonald's. Gourmet. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/4248973441481074015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-lessons-from-that-little-bean.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4248973441481074015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4248973441481074015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-lessons-from-that-little-bean.html' title='Big Lessons from that Little Bean.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-4995353390283274167</id><published>2009-05-19T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T13:02:29.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's grace made manifest through the family (Part 2)</title><summary type='text'>Car Rides.One of the things I have come to love most about being home is riding in the car with the family. For the most part it's pretty normal. For the most part we do what normal families do while riding in the van (or as normal as we can get anyways...). We sing along with the songs that play on the radio. We take naps. We take ugly pictures of each other while taking naps...you know those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/4995353390283274167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/05/gods-grace-made-manifest-through-family_19.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4995353390283274167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4995353390283274167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/05/gods-grace-made-manifest-through-family_19.html' title='God&apos;s grace made manifest through the family (Part 2)'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/ShMQJzQZpLI/AAAAAAAAACU/oX0Q65156Oo/s72-c/n574813026_1086996_2802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-4461046438365359564</id><published>2009-05-10T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T15:22:22.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's grace made manifest through the family.</title><summary type='text'>After almost a month away from home and my beloved CCAC, I finally returned this weekend. I missed being home. Sleeping in my own bed. Having infinite amounts of ice cream at my disposal. The comfort of my own backyard to tan my pale self. Mostly, I like being home and spending time with the family (I know...I'm a homebody...and I am ok with that.) Messing with my parents and annoying my sisters </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/4461046438365359564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/05/gods-grace-made-manifest-through-family.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4461046438365359564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/4461046438365359564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/05/gods-grace-made-manifest-through-family.html' title='God&apos;s grace made manifest through the family.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4D88VVUfLKc/SgfPh7wDafI/AAAAAAAAACM/HMuBIuukKqY/s72-c/s684840664_1881358_6054787.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-1728043908893205727</id><published>2009-05-07T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T14:41:16.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Forgiveness.</title><summary type='text'>From my favorite puritan, Thomas Watson. I love this man.Question: When do we forgive others?Answer: When we strive against all thoughts of revenge (Romans 12:19); when we will nor do our enemies mischief (1 Thessalonians 5:15), but wish well to them (Luke 6:28), grieve at their calamities (Proverbs 24:17), pray for them (Matthew 5:44), seek reconciliation with them (Romans 12:18), and show </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/1728043908893205727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/05/true-forgiveness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/1728043908893205727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/1728043908893205727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/05/true-forgiveness.html' title='True Forgiveness.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6492752741263332936.post-3810905250727237229</id><published>2009-04-30T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T04:14:57.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so lame.</title><summary type='text'>At the beginning of the quarter, my class finally set the theme for CCM Senior Banquet. As the verse for the event we chose Hebrews 12: 1-2, "Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and sin which so easily entangles u, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/feeds/3810905250727237229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-lame.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3810905250727237229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6492752741263332936/posts/default/3810905250727237229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalharada.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-lame.html' title='I&apos;m so lame.'/><author><name>tracy harada</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100001167621756590080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7UkwRDEA7Bg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/68aptHEPJ00/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
