<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298046979765222473</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 07 Oct 2024 05:19:01 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Beautifully Broken</title><description></description><link>http://tracycarbaugh.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298046979765222473.post-5550261353381727396</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2011 23:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-30T18:48:41.054-05:00</atom:updated><title>Untangling Christmas</title><atom:summary type="text">I tend to be so OCD around this time of year.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t help it, I want my house to look as though it belongs in the Better Homes &amp;amp; Gardens Christmas addition.&amp;nbsp; I want to have picture perfect parties.&amp;nbsp; I want to impress everyone.&amp;nbsp; I always have to have Christmas dinner at my house and prepare everything myself.&amp;nbsp; I want to have homemade cookies always in the oven.&amp;nbsp;</atom:summary><link>http://tracycarbaugh.blogspot.com/2011/11/untangling-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298046979765222473.post-2018279628902671509</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 01:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-20T21:21:49.575-04:00</atom:updated><title>Courageous</title><atom:summary type="text">This past Sunday my family went to see Courageous the movie from the creators of Fireproof.&amp;nbsp; These movies just keep getting better and better.&amp;nbsp; Even my 15 year old who is really hard to impress lately said &quot;for a Christian movie that was pretty good!&quot;.

You know how when you feel as though you have so much of yourself to &quot;fix&quot; and you just get so overwhelmed that you start to point out </atom:summary><link>http://tracycarbaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/courageous.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/sz-a1j9Z1ks/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298046979765222473.post-69733429042884620</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 18:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-04T14:29:16.422-04:00</atom:updated><title>One Thousand Gifts</title><atom:summary type="text">

Fall is my favorite season.&amp;nbsp; Ask me what my favorite colors are and and I think of deep reds, rich yellows, burnt orange, &amp;amp; dark browns.

The smells instantly bring me to my childhood.&amp;nbsp; The smells of the iron over wax paper and huge beautiful, colorful leaves.&amp;nbsp; We then place them in the window and watch as the sun shines through.

The smell of caramel melting over the fresh </atom:summary><link>http://tracycarbaugh.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-thousand-gifts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_qyaKT-TzKMLHOL3dx5E2PiX1lGQiEGQocZNO51yevOfV5VVgGcyARTbmWG1o141uiM9BNdHL2HArJJ-v-Ot2FrrtqhyphenhyphenwTnuGvaq2juWd-48hvUpg-rTi7ZrDpuhYZBEZg5zKmboH3J4/s72-c/pa+fall+leaves.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298046979765222473.post-3573509410556376570</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Aug 2011 03:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-01T23:52:01.298-04:00</atom:updated><title>FOR BETTER OR WORSE</title><atom:summary type="text">

They say 1 out of every 2 marriages will end in divorce.

They say finances are the #1 reason marriages fail.

They say many marriages fail when they are dealing with a disabled child.

STRIKE 1:&amp;nbsp; My husband and I let&#39;s just say have seen better days financially.

STRIKE 2:&amp;nbsp; Our 13 year old son has Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy.&amp;nbsp; He is now in a wheelchair and seems to be getting </atom:summary><link>http://tracycarbaugh.blogspot.com/2011/08/for-better-or-worse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnBZhZCqFQaurhii2qNuZPetHJg0JCELhLmN1iivni-Jm8FMZ7Ax9iStv3X08HPlHTfwZ7H-vmYtsIu3w7bKxEvWXlKAHIeEHMnp0LDSA4hjADOYhquTUhVF8tFNbIs19iTEmnwlLH-uc/s72-c/better.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298046979765222473.post-856860718080356447</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 May 2011 17:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-17T13:59:47.080-04:00</atom:updated><title>Family</title><atom:summary type="text">

Deal Family Easter, 1989
I lost another family member this weekend way too soon for her time.

Family is so strange.&amp;nbsp; We all have the same blood running through our veins but yet we are all so different.

My mom and dad are 1st generation Christians in their family.&amp;nbsp; We have always been very different from both sides of our families.&amp;nbsp; Growing up we were still close despite the </atom:summary><link>http://tracycarbaugh.blogspot.com/2011/05/family.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP8wM-DDrrFt709r1ov1Qbx9955dlGLz-zV3vFVcZG8XTycF7kendYqZWhIsvPeB637fa6fBQ4q2lZQCBgiJuUfw90pDhdrHlXPQ-6LXVOVfBZHwth3f7SOolLog51_bjHKbI0vrFMdiM/s72-c/17463_1251945332127_1034337832_30668755_2217814_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298046979765222473.post-2306958654208353135</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Mar 2011 17:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-28T13:46:18.337-04:00</atom:updated><title>LOVE</title><atom:summary type="text">This week our church is having a revival.&amp;nbsp; The Pastor is talking about LOVE.&amp;nbsp; This is a topic I think that we will never be done learning about.&amp;nbsp; If you&#39;re not on top of it we can loose sight of love so quickly it is almost scary.

Back in 2009 I was on the Leader Board at our church, the Youth Leader, and anything else I could get my hands on to feel important, to satisfy my need </atom:summary><link>http://tracycarbaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqTAwR9l1O0eZzARwv2feua3mWiDfmTuLevjrsFzQQIV2kwpRKAYlVyZvPDTrgO8ctHkKQ8mi8CTV82nyeidlq0tJ0-d0N9RmFRhTEJUF0TkJSdIqwYv0H8RmVs95rNR3Pzqxkix55nHE/s72-c/christian78.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298046979765222473.post-1965469258029092887</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2011 01:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-10T20:05:11.586-05:00</atom:updated><title>SHE SPEAKS</title><atom:summary type="text">I have felt a calling for a long time now to help others that have gone through what I have or am still.

I have gone from having a retreat with families with handicapped children, a safe place where they could meet Christ.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to share our faith and give them the hope and faith that we have.&amp;nbsp; Also, a place they could come to get away from it all.

I have thought of so many ways I</atom:summary><link>http://tracycarbaugh.blogspot.com/2011/03/she-speaks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiBwXJKXboO9-83nK73lWSmxGvoy7MNn9Nyq2TMpUrEJq0eFJWRYv0I2s5cF3JTOQLmL7ZM3lnmsFYhT5jXzbKutcjTcsBo0s-t8XxAlVoITfH86LJJtRz8DkHxYRnr9sgk4d6wIPbxOQ/s72-c/She-Speaks_button_125.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298046979765222473.post-4934217083906580880</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-23T14:30:14.926-05:00</atom:updated><title>Is It Summer Yet?</title><atom:summary type="text">I am seriously suffering from the winter blues.&amp;nbsp; I want to be able to go outside and sit with a glass of ice water &amp;amp; the 10 latest things I&#39;m reading at once.

&amp;nbsp; I want to feel the warm breeze blowing through my hair.&amp;nbsp; Hear the sounds of the birds and catch a sly glance of them at the bird feeder, since now that we got rid of our killer cat I can once again have one outside </atom:summary><link>http://tracycarbaugh.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-it-summer-yet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEhaW15mwNC5GQLVg7GmVuYig1rSzJAMZtwxkoXjo7EuK44WhEs_IOooq4yzsNa9QRSn0Hqt3dGiJkRWLNG0WuLuCLU0A2_QHTvHFoGATvhATvGKNQynmooPlZKHK4wI4VgUTiftzZZG4/s72-c/030.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298046979765222473.post-6020625014772135642</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Feb 2011 04:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-20T23:16:02.399-05:00</atom:updated><title>Suddenly</title><atom:summary type="text">

I always have struggled with being discontent.  Wanting to rush God along with what I know is my calling and never being able to relate that what I&#39;m doing now is leading me to where God wants me.  In the meantime I was always supposed to be right where I am.
When I first heard this SuperChick song it hit so close to home so I thought I&#39;d share this part of me captured in someone else&#39;s song. 
</atom:summary><link>http://tracycarbaugh.blogspot.com/2011/02/suddenly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHXtDw68KR87ImHFPGUn_ycpniTBKoxloXwp7zDdNDaZv8GxFuX_Uxa4sfhr1Z-ItKG-6XUdBiTgf_g7JM4UOzJCYbAcQl-NRTqYJ4Epu7cZKesaU8KG31GgU5t4ClRSzyLkPTfkkapHU/s72-c/Snapshot_20110217_3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298046979765222473.post-5237011832809048445</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Jan 2011 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-29T12:22:38.173-05:00</atom:updated><title>Figuring Life Out - One Thousand Gifts</title><atom:summary type="text"></atom:summary><link>http://tracycarbaugh.blogspot.com/2011/01/figuring-life-out-one-thousand-gifts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/GhOUaszMGvQ/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298046979765222473.post-8880797364704089151</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Jan 2011 19:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-21T10:34:31.996-05:00</atom:updated><title>It Is Well With My Soul</title><atom:summary type="text">My brother died September 12, 1994.  He was a few weeks short of his 17th birthday.  I turned 20 the day after he died.  I made a pact with God that instead of being angry I would use it to help others.

My 12 year old son, Tyler, was diagnosed with DMD June of 1999.  He was only 15 months old.  This time I was angry!  Why would he do this to our family a second time?  Why my son?  First the </atom:summary><link>http://tracycarbaugh.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-brother-died-september-12-1994.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298046979765222473.post-8727894628495547531</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jan 2011 18:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-14T13:49:05.585-05:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">
I have hesitated to write on my blog because I am terrible at grammar.  But oh well I guess, so here it goes anyway.

Yesterday Tatum came home upset because her friends were leaving her out.  None of them would even talk to her and I guess they were being rude.  I hugged her and tried to tell her this too will pass.  

I was so proud of her this morning (actually hoping she had forgotten).  She</atom:summary><link>http://tracycarbaugh.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-hesitated-to-write-on-my-blog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRvlrv4U-Py6FIb7Bt8jmh75FdvDqYwIR2-YjnsvuoRCFiHXONb3KieyaU7nvDvcs21_oGRnxkfDH03N2iB6XQCK7L0HxOzED15KBEIyy9RswolJCGUiD9EqXqq2mdaQRdc4Uj2NaIhQw/s72-c/156.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298046979765222473.post-3880260433930720277</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 May 2010 14:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-08T12:38:59.860-05:00</atom:updated><title>Courageous Synopsis</title><atom:summary type="text">Courageous Synopsis</atom:summary><link>http://tracycarbaugh.blogspot.com/2010/05/courageous-synopsis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298046979765222473.post-1648744441393205420</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2010 23:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-09T19:45:14.473-04:00</atom:updated><title>For those who love to coupon or those wanting to learn.</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;I love this site.&amp;nbsp; I knew nothing about couponing until I saw her on the Joyce Meyer show.&amp;nbsp; Lots of great stuff.

http://www.918couponqueen.com/</atom:summary><link>http://tracycarbaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-those-who-love-to-coupon-or-those.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3298046979765222473.post-6335206536201275946</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2010 22:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-09T18:21:17.304-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; Okay so here it goes, my first blog.&amp;nbsp; First of all I am terrible at grammar so I apologize now to the English buffs out there.

I have decided to start my own blog because I have so much I would like to share from parenting, having a disabled child, being a stay at home mom and trying to &quot;find&quot; yourself, finding who you are in Christ, financial, being a wife... I could go on but I </atom:summary><link>http://tracycarbaugh.blogspot.com/2010/04/okay-so-here-it-goes-my-first-blog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>