<?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-5108482544137700729</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:36:38.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily "Eva" After...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353705815302957281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108482544137700729.post-7021723200259255610</id><published>2009-12-15T03:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T03:50:22.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon!!!</title><content type='html'>New post coming soon......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108482544137700729-7021723200259255610?l=robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/7021723200259255610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108482544137700729&amp;postID=7021723200259255610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/7021723200259255610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/7021723200259255610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/2009/12/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon!!!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353705815302957281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108482544137700729.post-4937260643811952939</id><published>2009-04-16T23:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:02:57.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Days and Weeks Ahead...</title><content type='html'>I decided to write a quick post to let everyone know that my post will probably be few and far between for the weeks to come. I have got so much going on. For the next few weeks I am at Jacksonville High School in the morning working with their choir and chamber singers. I am choreographing the end of the year Follies. Competition is next weekend along with Hope and Drew's wedding that Robert and I are singing in.  My mom will be coming to stay with us for a little while in about a week, which I'm really excited about.  I haven't seen her in about 5-6 weeks and that's about max for us.  I also have the Children's Musical coming up in about a month along with recital in early June. I will do my best to keep everyone up to date, but who knows how often I will have time or energy to actually post anything new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say a prayer for me during this time.  It is going to be very stressful and sometimes I don't handle stress well.  Also, pray for Robert that he will have the patience to deal with me during this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also wanting some help from the blogging world.  I would like a fun title for our blog.  So, if anyone has any ideas let me know!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108482544137700729-4937260643811952939?l=robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4937260643811952939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108482544137700729&amp;postID=4937260643811952939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/4937260643811952939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/4937260643811952939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/2009/04/days-and-weeks-ahead.html' title='Days and Weeks Ahead...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353705815302957281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108482544137700729.post-4138765907359410469</id><published>2009-03-30T01:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:42:32.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang in there...</title><content type='html'>I was sitting in church this morning and my mind began to wonder from the sermon. (I know that never happens to anyone else!) I started flipping through my bible and I came upon a devotion about Faith that was written by Babbie Mason. As I read this passage, I knew that God was speaking to me. The devotion was written off of a passage in Exodus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do not be afraid. Stand still and see the salvation of the LORD, which He will accomplish for you today." Exodus 14:13-14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't now how many people have said this phrase to me in the past few years - &lt;em&gt;"Everything will be alright. You just hang in there." &lt;/em&gt;Although these words are often very encouraging, sometimes "hanging in there" can be difficult to do. Babbie Mason looks at this phrase a little differently. She views "hanging in there" as flying out of control and being vulnerable. She chooses to encourage people (as I will from this point on) by not saying "hang in there", but "STAND in there"! What a fantastic concept! Jesus Christ literally "hung in there" and gave His life for us, so we can "STAND" in confidence that our foundation will not fall. Why "hang in there" when you can stand still and watch God work a miracle on your behalf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from this point on in my life I will be "STANDING in there". I know God is in control of my life and He will bless me and Robert with a family and until then...&lt;br /&gt;I will stand with confidence knowing that my foundation is secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith is not believing that God can - it is knowing that He will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108482544137700729-4138765907359410469?l=robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/4138765907359410469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108482544137700729&amp;postID=4138765907359410469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/4138765907359410469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/4138765907359410469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/2009/03/hang-in-there.html' title='Hang in there...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353705815302957281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108482544137700729.post-7526742527201250179</id><published>2009-03-25T22:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:25:29.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray for Stellan!</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite blogs to read is called "Bring the Rain". It has been such an inspiration for me over the past few months. She has brought my attention to a little boy that needs our prayers. His name is Stellan and he is hospital fighting for his life with condition called SVT. From what I have gathered it mainly has to do with his heart rate, which is up to 300 beats per minute. His little heart just cannot take it much longer. Please read his story at &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;http://www.mycharmingkids.net/&lt;/a&gt; and hit your knees in prayer for this precious little boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108482544137700729-7526742527201250179?l=robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/7526742527201250179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108482544137700729&amp;postID=7526742527201250179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/7526742527201250179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/7526742527201250179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-pray-for-stellan.html' title='Please pray for Stellan!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353705815302957281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108482544137700729.post-3305712924723334402</id><published>2009-03-23T23:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:11:14.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death to Shower Scum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmDTkUt90iU/SchqFIsAbvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q90PUM1BL7M/s1600-h/DSC02733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316615996574822130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmDTkUt90iU/SchqFIsAbvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q90PUM1BL7M/s320/DSC02733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my gosh!!!! The soap scum is never ending. I have never scrubbed so hard in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up this morning on a mission. Spring Cleaning! I had Robert take off the shower doors so I could really clean our shower. It needed it badly! Little did I know that I would spend all day on the shower. First, I couldn't get the floor of the shower clean. I was on my hands and knees for over an hour with a razor blade scraping the soap scum off the bottom of the textured floor of our shower. Finally I got it clean. Next, I decided to move onto the shower doors...the shower doors from the pits of you know where! Now I admit that I have neglected my shower doors a bit, but never in a million years did I think the soap scum had built up that bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried everything: Magic Erasers, Scrubbing Bubbles (3 different types), Tilex, Windex, Kaboom, Bleach, Lysol, Soft Scrub, SOS pads! I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. Yes, I got the worst, but there are still little spots all over it! I can't even scrape it off with my finger nail. I spent almost all of my day in my bathroom cleaning those freakin' doors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm seriously considering throwing them out and just buying new ones!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108482544137700729-3305712924723334402?l=robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/3305712924723334402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108482544137700729&amp;postID=3305712924723334402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/3305712924723334402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/3305712924723334402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/2009/03/death-to-shower-scum.html' title='Death to Shower Scum!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353705815302957281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hmDTkUt90iU/SchqFIsAbvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q90PUM1BL7M/s72-c/DSC02733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108482544137700729.post-3756042753077529348</id><published>2009-03-21T00:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:21:35.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again...</title><content type='html'>Hello all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12:30 a.m. and I'm wide awake, so I thought I would return to the world of blogging. Here's an update on the Ramsey family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it through Christmas, it was a pretty difficult time for us, but we pulled through. We were so excited to be starting a new year in our lives. We were starting over. This year was going to be great. Little did we know that despair was right around the corner. On Wednesday, January 21, Robert's sister Dees lost her loving husband at the age of 43. Scott was a wonderful man. He was a loving husband and a devoted father to their three children: Jake, who is 11, and the twins Aaron and Ashley, who are 7. They are doing ok at the moment, but they will have many hard times to come. Please keep them in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February came and Robert and I celebrated six years since our engagement on Valentine's Days! With it falling in the middle of the week, we didn't celebrate much until the weekend. He bought be a beautiful bouquet of flowers and we went dancing at the Arlington that weekend. The following Monday we got some wonderful news and I found out that I was pregnant again, only the good news didn't last long. Two weeks later I miscarried again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for me and Robert. We are struggling through some difficult times. I know it seems that everytime I blog it brings sad news. I promise one day I will write with happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though times are dark, we know that God is in control. He always provides. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Though we don't understand His ways, we know He is reaching down to cradle us in His arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108482544137700729-3756042753077529348?l=robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/3756042753077529348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108482544137700729&amp;postID=3756042753077529348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/3756042753077529348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/3756042753077529348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353705815302957281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108482544137700729.post-8261121052886459225</id><published>2008-12-04T23:05:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:52:44.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pity Party...Glorious Day!</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I sat down and blogged, but I haven't had much to say.&lt;br /&gt;Until tonight...a revelation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week or so I've been in blah! mode. I've been doing everything I possibly can to get into the Christmas spirit (including over decorating my house!) I know I have much to be thankful for and happy about, but sometimes, I'm just plain sad. I remember last year around this time having this same feeling. I remember being upset that it was our second Christmas that we were saying, "still no baby!" and I was sad about spending my first Christmas without my Granny. Robert and I sat down one night last year and we were determined that 2008 was going to be better. Here we are at the end of 2008 and we are already saying that 2009 is going to be better. Is it ever going to get better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer...yes! God's word tells us of the day that He is coming back for His children. Even though I know things will be better one day on this earth, I know that it will be a Glorious Day when He comes to take me home. Travis Cottrell has written a new song called "Glorious Day". It invisions our eternity ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One day we'll fight our last temptation. One day we'll meet our final fear.&lt;br /&gt;Feel our heart break for the last time, one day we'll cry our final tear.&lt;br /&gt;No more sad goodbyes to bear. No more sorrow anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;No more breathing in the air of a fallen world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Glorious Day, Glorious Light, Beautiful Savior, Your a Beautiful Sight!&lt;br /&gt;Out shine all the stars in splendor arrayed. Eternity bright, oh Glorious Day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One day we'll wake up in your presence. One day at last we'll see your face.&lt;br /&gt;Run into your arms of mercy. One day we'll feel your sweet embrace.&lt;br /&gt;And we'll join with the redeemed in a song of those set free,&lt;br /&gt;As we dance the golden streets of a perfect world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Glorious Day, Glorious Light, Beautiful Savior, Your a Beautiful Sight!&lt;br /&gt;Out shine all the stars in splendor arrayed. Eternity bright, oh Glorious Day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that not the most amazing thing you have ever heard! I can see every thing so clearly in my mind, when I hear that song. One day it will all be better. One day He will take me from this world and I will no longer have those blah! days. Every day will be GLORIOUS and I will dance (which I love to do) on the streets of Gold! What a promise! How could anyone reject HIM! One day this will be better, but until then, I rest on the PROMISE that HE has made me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108482544137700729-8261121052886459225?l=robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8261121052886459225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108482544137700729&amp;postID=8261121052886459225' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/8261121052886459225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/8261121052886459225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/2008/12/pity-partyglorious-day.html' title='Pity Party...Glorious Day!'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353705815302957281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108482544137700729.post-6692456185902093922</id><published>2008-11-20T20:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:38:12.029-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My love...</title><content type='html'>I am so blessed! I have the most loving husband anyone could ask for. We've been married now for over 5 years, but we've been together now for well over 10 years. I still remember the first time I saw him. He was wearing a t-shirt, tennis shoes, and these navy and gray plaid shorts (that I think he still owns to this day)! He was the first person that I saw when I walked into my new school my junior year of high school. He was so cute! A few months later we were at a choir retreat. My director was pairing up old members with new members and guess what? She paired me and Robert up. We spent hours talking. We learned that we had so much in common. One thing stood out to me. He was such a gentleman! I mean, I had been out with guys and they were nice, but they were nothing like this. I had never met a guy with this much chivalry. He was incredible! I had a CRUSH! We went through the year getting to know each other and he was becoming more and more desirable to me. No one was better than him. I had to have him! By spring break, he still hadn't asked me out (granted I was dating someone at the time, but I knew it was about to fizzle). We went away on a choir trip during that break. I sat by him the whole week. Any chance I got to be with him, I was there. I was even telling him about the loser guy I was dating, hoping that he would get the hint. So, we are 30 minutes away from being home from our trip and I finally just went up to him and said "Hey, if you hadn't already notice, I like you!" He looked at me like I was losing my mind. I vaguely remember the conversation after that, but I do remember him asking me to JR/SR banquet. It went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, um, if you and that guy, um aren't going out anymore, um, so, um, do you think you might, um, want to go with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...... I thought that moment would never come. Me and the other guy were history by the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won! I got the guy that I had been dreaming of for the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that summer, we were in love. I couldn't stay away from him. He was amazing! A few years later, we hit a hard time. I was struggling with many things in my life and I didn't really know how to deal. I wasn't myself. I was experience anxiety attacks and literally dealing with a form of depression. He never left my side. He was always there. One night, after one of my fits of rage, I looked at him and I asked him... "Why are you still with me? I've been so horrible to you?" He looked at me with his beautiful eyes and said "This isn't you. This isn't the Brooke that I fell in love with. I'm not leaving you like this. When you get through this, if it still doesn't work, we'll see what happens. But, I'm not leaving you!" Wow! I knew at that moment that he would be the man I spent the rest of my life with. God gave me a precious treasure in Robert Ramsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day he still amazes me. He wrote me a song when he proposed to me and I'll never forget it. Last night, he shared with me another song. It was precious and beautiful. Maybe one day I'll share it with you, but right now it's something treasured between me and him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you to know a little bit about the man that stands behind me, walks beside me, and leads me. I thank God daily for what He gave me. He knew exactly what I needed. He knew that one day we would face losing our baby, and He knew that it would make us stronger, closer, and faithful. He also knows that there will be many more times that we will need each other. And we'll lean on each other...as we always have. I love you, my sweet husband, and I always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found the one whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song of Solomon 3:4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108482544137700729-6692456185902093922?l=robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/6692456185902093922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108482544137700729&amp;postID=6692456185902093922' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/6692456185902093922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/6692456185902093922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-love.html' title='My love...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353705815302957281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108482544137700729.post-8215040565644513882</id><published>2008-11-18T23:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:09:44.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Micah:</title><content type='html'>My sweet, precious Micah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of you almost every moment of the day.  I long for you, often.  I wonder about you.  I wonder what you look like.  What color are your eyes and your hair?  I long to hear your beautiful voice and see your grace on the dance floor.  There are so many things that have been taken from me as a mother.  I can't hold you and I want to so badly.  I want to comfort you when you cry and light up inside when you smile.  There are so many things that I won't get to experience with you.  I won't get to pick out your Halloween costume next year, which I was highly anticipating.  You won't have your picture made with Santa Clause.  We won't get to  decorate Easter Eggs and hunt them together.  I won't drop you off on your first day of school or see you in the school play.  You won't be able to introduce me to your best friend... or your first date.  I won't see you off to college.  And I won't dance with you at your wedding.  There are so many things that we won't get to do together, but there is one precious thing that I can't wait for.  You will get to introduce me - face to face - to the LORD!  What a wonderful blessing.  We share a great treasure in each other.  We are both children of God.  And He is holding us both right now in His arms.  I miss you and I look forward to the day that I get to hold you in my arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108482544137700729-8215040565644513882?l=robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/8215040565644513882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108482544137700729&amp;postID=8215040565644513882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/8215040565644513882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/8215040565644513882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-micah.html' title='To Micah:'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353705815302957281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108482544137700729.post-5192694428108943994</id><published>2008-11-18T23:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:54:09.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Name...</title><content type='html'>This evening was a difficult time for me, but it is ending with a little bit of closure.  I'll start off by telling you about my little dance class tonight.  I have a class of about 15 little ballerinas and they are precious.  Many of them knew that I was going to have a baby, and they thought that my absence over the past two weeks meant that I was having the baby.  Many of them were so excited when I walked through the door, but the atmosphere quickly turned.  One little girl asked if I had the baby... and I had to tell her no.  I explained to her that the baby wouldn't be coming.  It was one of the hardest things that I've had to do.  She just couldn't understand where the baby had gone.  I gently told her that God had decided to take the baby straight to Heaven.  She said "Oh, okay!" and went on about her way.  There are so many times that I wish I could have that same attitude.  I want to be able to say "Okay, the baby is in Heaven.  Everything is fine.  The baby is with my Lord." But I can't always do that.  I'm selfish.  I want the baby here with me.  I envy her child-like faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from work and I couldn't wait to get into Robert's arms.  I had missed him so much today.  He has been so comforting to me during this time.  A few days ago, we decided to name our baby.  We had looked at several names and discussed one in particular.  It is a biblical name and we decided to read about this particular name and see what came to us.  Tonight we came to a conslusion about our precious one's name.  We have chosen... Micah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micah was a prophet in the Old Testament.  It means "gift from God".  Micah was a gift.  For a few short months we celebrated over Micah.  God gave us this precious gift.  A blessing.  One we had prayed for for 3 years.  I don't know why He chose to take Micah, but there are many reasons we chose this name.  Micah lived in one of the darkest times of Jerusalem, but he saw the light ahead.  He spoke like a person who had seen the world through God's eyes.  I was reading in a bible of mine (The Student Bible - NIV) and it says that Micah looked straight at the darkness of his time and at the darkness yet to come.  But his perspective - God's perspective - enabled him to see beyond the darkness.  "Do not gloat over me, my enemy!  Though I have fallen, I will rise.  Though I sit in darkness, the LORD will be my light" Micah 7:8.  Robert and I are experiencing a dark and difficult time right now, be we know that the LORD will be our light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we named Micah, Robert and I wept.  It was real now.  Micah was real!  Micah was a sweet precious baby that I carried, loved, and hoped for for two months.  I miss Micah so much already and I always will.  It will never be ok that Micah is gone, but I know that there is light beyond the darkness.  And I know God will never leave my side and He will guide me through.  "He will bring me out into the light; I will see his righteousness." Micah 7:9b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108482544137700729-5192694428108943994?l=robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/5192694428108943994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108482544137700729&amp;postID=5192694428108943994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/5192694428108943994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/5192694428108943994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/2008/11/name.html' title='A Name...'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353705815302957281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5108482544137700729.post-7886654113536521570</id><published>2008-11-17T22:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:04:57.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert and Brooke Ramsey</title><content type='html'>Hello! This is my first entry and the first time I have ever blogged. I am learning how to work this cite and how to add interesting this to my blog, so be patient as I eventually work out the kinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you a little about me and Robert. We have been married now for 5 years and we live in Cabot, AR. He is the worship pastor as Mt. Carmel Baptist Church, which is what brought us to Cabot. I am currently teaching dance at Page &amp;amp; Co. Dance Academy and I also sell Premier Jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert and I have recently suffered a loss in our lives. One week ago today, the Lord took our unborn baby to be with Him. I have many things in my mind and in my heart that I need to get out and I hope this blog helps me to do so. I have many friends who have blogs and I've recently come across other blogs that have been comforting to me. I feel like writing is a process that will help me to grieve during this time. We covet your prayers during our time of healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5108482544137700729-7886654113536521570?l=robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/feeds/7886654113536521570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5108482544137700729&amp;postID=7886654113536521570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/7886654113536521570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5108482544137700729/posts/default/7886654113536521570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertandbrookeramsey.blogspot.com/2008/11/robert-and-brooke-ramsey.html' title='Robert and Brooke Ramsey'/><author><name>Brooke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09353705815302957281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
