tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278818692024-03-05T14:41:11.961-05:00URHISurhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.comBlogger194125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-9619645560661430472010-01-26T23:10:00.002-05:002010-01-26T23:36:22.389-05:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLd1VBfGb5anxME6tN0Z0RQ7T3KMKmWAcbiArQdoz99PIEuFuHwyPmMtJq4tgYch40uwyWbu5_D8zu7RVSWhnAXRBvl9XclaPHDlkFBfpQ6s-B8wXzCeLIcTJJO_xGXoVUOlTA/s1600-h/Luke+Calendar.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431267643937971778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLd1VBfGb5anxME6tN0Z0RQ7T3KMKmWAcbiArQdoz99PIEuFuHwyPmMtJq4tgYch40uwyWbu5_D8zu7RVSWhnAXRBvl9XclaPHDlkFBfpQ6s-B8wXzCeLIcTJJO_xGXoVUOlTA/s320/Luke+Calendar.bmp" /></a> LUKE</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I heard the phone ring yesterday and I raced to pick it up hoping yet not trusting myself to hope then I said hello and all the world was RIGHT! I heard this little, gigglely voice say "Grandma, I know you miss me, but I have something to tell you." It took him several starts and I'm not sure he ever got to the story he actually called to tell me but we had a lovely chat. After I proposed to him multiple times just to hear his laugh once more, he tells me....that is SO Gross, Grandma! Luke Thomas pulls at my heart strings and makes me want to book the next flight to Arkansas.<br />Placing our adult children in God's hands and asking Him to direct them means He may call them into His Vineyard far from us. It is comforting to know that He is there for them and for us in those lonely times when we long to see them and touch there face. Thankfully technology allows as faster contact than a hundred years ago. Now I must send off that letter that I promised Luke. It really helps sometime to hold in your hand proof that your loved one thought of you and said it in writing. LOL Just being trandparent today. I miss you, Phillip, Merrie Beth, Jason, Steven, Timmy, Luke, and dear little Aaron. Don't grow up too soon little ones. I LOVE YOU!<br /></div>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-25417857034269958542009-06-07T16:06:00.002-04:002009-06-07T16:17:57.998-04:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">The Arkansas Ozarks</span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HSi1nR2t1_m97U4o7IcFmi4dpAXFt9ZizYv8FVk7qqrZm28JyejCnPHL7y3q6T2EwGQA7iufincIRiLvqTx1zUJQSl9qlASnpt8XO-5AWS7d0c-ehxLy1P58JTxOLtPuGkIP/s1600-h/Ark+13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344682016592145074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6HSi1nR2t1_m97U4o7IcFmi4dpAXFt9ZizYv8FVk7qqrZm28JyejCnPHL7y3q6T2EwGQA7iufincIRiLvqTx1zUJQSl9qlASnpt8XO-5AWS7d0c-ehxLy1P58JTxOLtPuGkIP/s320/Ark+13.jpg" /></a> Aaron<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisR9OCP4BV6zDokFJBI0QF2ipdbhnhCbGshKK-uUPAdcNjwL_Bnb1PJXBw8fh59-L6JwZU1ocJqIG6x0ZTAHC-3edSgJAKFkNAh8oGdxV97tvPdymZF46C0VagYFVaZ6PM7jiu/s1600-h/Ark+11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344680986352228482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisR9OCP4BV6zDokFJBI0QF2ipdbhnhCbGshKK-uUPAdcNjwL_Bnb1PJXBw8fh59-L6JwZU1ocJqIG6x0ZTAHC-3edSgJAKFkNAh8oGdxV97tvPdymZF46C0VagYFVaZ6PM7jiu/s320/Ark+11.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMIoucek2yvgjP9ZCgWf8T0Y1ACxR144tj4HMaCsOErkCBXB_D6-jErv1zUwFZ08fwJR5SUuwLn4ugFj6xvAI7uE5LX0cWCS19pcNyb4DXuuZKw9rtxmG2LL4wguw-GM8DT_C/s1600-h/Ark+8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344680985474231858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMIoucek2yvgjP9ZCgWf8T0Y1ACxR144tj4HMaCsOErkCBXB_D6-jErv1zUwFZ08fwJR5SUuwLn4ugFj6xvAI7uE5LX0cWCS19pcNyb4DXuuZKw9rtxmG2LL4wguw-GM8DT_C/s320/Ark+8.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguE0ZFcb5tm3eTLmR6s-h7-2fgnj3pdJ2q5YOvAM43zhSnv2WRWdA8N4WVBjYYlJvZzXkn4e4BR73fpgzFun_pPghuhVqaEm_03T_hyphenhyphenRBqpERw8sqpSuxpTdpehzHLIUs9sTWH/s1600-h/Ark+7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344680978817372626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguE0ZFcb5tm3eTLmR6s-h7-2fgnj3pdJ2q5YOvAM43zhSnv2WRWdA8N4WVBjYYlJvZzXkn4e4BR73fpgzFun_pPghuhVqaEm_03T_hyphenhyphenRBqpERw8sqpSuxpTdpehzHLIUs9sTWH/s320/Ark+7.jpg" /></a> Pivot Rock<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg8uzDdBfpeiioV0pWYGvKYpaLH7U3rPcl6TXKDCB4DL08y1FsqUDzZst3Ncj_yDpYcanekBVjjVdfXENvg3L3WlCpT-5VYZcI0Yx-7qz8Jalj0lfnuk6gwRr7dlddUQAUjkHr/s1600-h/Ark+14.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344680471329534914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg8uzDdBfpeiioV0pWYGvKYpaLH7U3rPcl6TXKDCB4DL08y1FsqUDzZst3Ncj_yDpYcanekBVjjVdfXENvg3L3WlCpT-5VYZcI0Yx-7qz8Jalj0lfnuk6gwRr7dlddUQAUjkHr/s320/Ark+14.jpg" /></a> Thorncrown Chapel<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM8M6QxgYoAvzIzjBnlcJBlEfPkYLOxxVZWF_UhJvOqAxJlJI2gfco64p9uZCEVIA5ZHKZ74rcfTK_rymUaZ4tDMe7IC8uR9uEhnHu9zSYh3RrXaUPFr_dOAnnmDUDEFsSO4Mn/s1600-h/Ark+6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344680468724773458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM8M6QxgYoAvzIzjBnlcJBlEfPkYLOxxVZWF_UhJvOqAxJlJI2gfco64p9uZCEVIA5ZHKZ74rcfTK_rymUaZ4tDMe7IC8uR9uEhnHu9zSYh3RrXaUPFr_dOAnnmDUDEFsSO4Mn/s320/Ark+6.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnDrLvIiydJgSDnZMk90wbqKcLEaEihcN-HoxWUW8RX2JLb8Dd5TtzY0KKYTKsIYBBEcRM6byrfhSdK-zyCEgDVIWgxV8QQ1uoIFzmZ3AxnaBfFyF50_oPWjlW9sa_LhyphenhyphenxmJ-o/s1600-h/Ark+4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344680463302108642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnDrLvIiydJgSDnZMk90wbqKcLEaEihcN-HoxWUW8RX2JLb8Dd5TtzY0KKYTKsIYBBEcRM6byrfhSdK-zyCEgDVIWgxV8QQ1uoIFzmZ3AxnaBfFyF50_oPWjlW9sa_LhyphenhyphenxmJ-o/s320/Ark+4.jpg" /></a><br />Steven, Jason</div><br /><div>Luke<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieEqn46tMhj8cWvCrKCNMIwp9pFTkBkkXAhUUxBeBhVARSKYTbaeS5ZAPeyzNdgzoDpOeQEM63a5H4SDQ2fTELzMXEPZEDFH7q5TIVxKH4A-nLZGggn3CbxCmbvmoJKoHnoX1g/s1600-h/Ark+3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344680460101407346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieEqn46tMhj8cWvCrKCNMIwp9pFTkBkkXAhUUxBeBhVARSKYTbaeS5ZAPeyzNdgzoDpOeQEM63a5H4SDQ2fTELzMXEPZEDFH7q5TIVxKH4A-nLZGggn3CbxCmbvmoJKoHnoX1g/s320/Ark+3.jpg" /></a><br />Luke & Timmy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6XyltDaY5jniGpcKv1-UQgEehvvqMr6-Fi9wM6WkMzgrVP5L57blX5GNrJVfEaZnbrIRX5lvY-1ZzIbCBPIfb1gMrXXdtIrYWRjPeZNtmUt-TtjtPNSaqkhGM66D-JfNt5IT/s1600-h/Ark+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344680458133299810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6XyltDaY5jniGpcKv1-UQgEehvvqMr6-Fi9wM6WkMzgrVP5L57blX5GNrJVfEaZnbrIRX5lvY-1ZzIbCBPIfb1gMrXXdtIrYWRjPeZNtmUt-TtjtPNSaqkhGM66D-JfNt5IT/s320/Ark+2.jpg" /></a><br />Christ of the Ozarks<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-86157131584157631592009-05-06T00:57:00.003-04:002009-05-06T01:09:41.323-04:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>2009 Mother-Daughter</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;">Banquet</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTlJGkFq3v2iGEirnSP_R3jWBbkGEghrSuovdCohEKPywMjnj9mMxOvJ5uM9bZ2ifKi0di10y8HgHlzlBFJTU2Vy389lXmm5sDe62FDEHCbWu_dXRMEeGaKXQnGpGwOvpTFqDH/s1600-h/100_3846.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332572390276694482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTlJGkFq3v2iGEirnSP_R3jWBbkGEghrSuovdCohEKPywMjnj9mMxOvJ5uM9bZ2ifKi0di10y8HgHlzlBFJTU2Vy389lXmm5sDe62FDEHCbWu_dXRMEeGaKXQnGpGwOvpTFqDH/s320/100_3846.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#ffcc00;"> <strong>Hannah and Sarah</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Naomi and Me </span></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPeXA5TqfXd1YhyweNrMy7LZfFdLVU0LchUBG84iOkLIrPX22YBRA_JwwqaXZUv1Es5rtpDB6hpxp9txc1zue_OsBHViBNnJizvVkKkPHFxcL3MXcT69nSS9nGhtZgMGXyNdXH/s1600-h/100_3849.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332572384536591170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPeXA5TqfXd1YhyweNrMy7LZfFdLVU0LchUBG84iOkLIrPX22YBRA_JwwqaXZUv1Es5rtpDB6hpxp9txc1zue_OsBHViBNnJizvVkKkPHFxcL3MXcT69nSS9nGhtZgMGXyNdXH/s320/100_3849.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Sarah and I<br /></span></strong><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3bZBDZIUtqyNt2l9tw6WGo3IFF4aT3kMq3sikHSsA_3VZK9TQ2YGWOvphEUr2pk1-woKlXTccblQaPd5OKJMMx7mi1zJ4c-7KuYOa5oiAONVMIQ4EMwlZEmSCECCbD-4s3Rw/s1600-h/100_3842.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332572381144679074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3bZBDZIUtqyNt2l9tw6WGo3IFF4aT3kMq3sikHSsA_3VZK9TQ2YGWOvphEUr2pk1-woKlXTccblQaPd5OKJMMx7mi1zJ4c-7KuYOa5oiAONVMIQ4EMwlZEmSCECCbD-4s3Rw/s320/100_3842.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>Hannah</strong></span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB5G1LEj8SUNuVvVsTj9HhrNz8Bea4OfayCkmJa3JctudyE0NnebWGYqlY5FlhdldNMJV4WOQf6245oHflVhnRaBHitSPxmf5ar8hTN6hUFql6vlXhdHWJjZA8bpQK4pmOb3Hu/s1600-h/100_3850.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332572376878251298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB5G1LEj8SUNuVvVsTj9HhrNz8Bea4OfayCkmJa3JctudyE0NnebWGYqlY5FlhdldNMJV4WOQf6245oHflVhnRaBHitSPxmf5ar8hTN6hUFql6vlXhdHWJjZA8bpQK4pmOb3Hu/s320/100_3850.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Abigail, Sarah and</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">me</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-84691923817323401982009-04-09T01:18:00.001-04:002009-04-09T01:18:48.861-04:00His is Risen<br />Luke 24 & Mark 16<br /><br /><br />For the past few months we have been practicing a cantata for presentation at Easter entitled “Easter Song” by John W. Paterson. As we come to the end of the song, there is a triumphant refrain that states, “Alleluia, Christ is risen, Christ is risen, Christ is risen from the dead. Alleluia.”<br /><br />As I thought on these life-changing words, I recalled an article that was titled “The Empty Tomb”. In this article the writer presents a list of well-known places that are revered because of those buried there -- historical places such as the Pyramids of Egypt, where the ancient mummified bodies of the rulers of Egypt were laid to rest. There are places visited by millions as part of sacred pilgrimages, such as the burial place of Mohammad, and the less-than-sacred such as Graceland, the burial place of Elvis Presley. Westmininster Abbey in London is the final resting place of many noble Englishmen and women (including Handel – 14th April 1796). There are the many final resting places of those who gave their lives for their countries, including those tombs of the “Unknown Soldier”.<br /><br />All these famous graves have one thing in common -- that one common denominator being that the bodies of those that were buried there remain where they were buried, (except in cases such as the Pyramids where the bodies were removed by archaeologists for study).<br /><br />There is one great important difference between these tombs and the tomb of Jesus. His tomb is empty, and has been empty for over two thousand years. There is no epitaph of Jesus inscribed in stone or in gold which says, “Here lies Jesus.” Rather we find that Jesus’ epitaph was spoken by the mouth of the angel to those who went to the tomb very early in the morning on the third day, when he said, “ He is NOT here … He is Risen!”<br /><br />Today we have no sealed tomb that denotes the burial place of Jesus for He is alive. He is alive and available for all who will accept this truth and believe that He not only died but God raised him from the dead. He is the Son of God and has now ascended to heaven to sit at the right hand of the Father to intercede for us. We who believe have joy and assurance that He not only lives but that He reigns in our hearts.<br /><br />Praise God the tomb is empty – Jesus is alive and He lives forever more.<br /><br />Hallelujah – Jesus is alive !urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-91141585829763694092009-03-19T11:16:00.002-04:002009-03-19T11:32:21.174-04:00Well fellow bloggers who refuse to give up that status to the "new " FaceBook craze I thought it was time to write <em>something!</em> Everything has been pretty routine around the Avery household and for that I am thankful. I will take routine over stressed anytime. I enjoyed the lovely day we had Tuesday: walked to the park with Naomi, Abigail, and Zachary. I have been watching excitedly as my daffodils and tulips push their tiny heads up through the dirt of my flowerbeds.<br /><br />I too, have a Facebook account but somehow it just doesn't work for me. Yes, I have connected with some that I didn't before but the FB format doesn't work for my computer....I can't fit everything on my screen and I tried reducing the print and then it was way too small. Plus I enjoy actually reading the thoughts and activities of my friends and family. Maybe I just struggle with change. LOL So for any of you who are still blogging I am still reading and send greetings.<br />So long for now. Looking forward to summer!urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-7979653303467859312009-02-24T12:41:00.002-05:002009-02-24T13:05:55.140-05:00<div align="justify">The Invisible Mother</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response,the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously, not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor,or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all. I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this?Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer,'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.' I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going; she's going; she is gone! </div><div align="justify">One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England... Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe.I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.' In the days ahead I would read - no, devour the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything. </div><div align="justify">A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man,'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.' I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'</div><div align="justify"> At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not adisease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree. When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'you're going to love it there.' As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women. Great Job, MOM! Hope this encourages you when the going gets tough as it sometimes does. </div>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-50760994966257041712009-02-13T16:11:00.004-05:002009-02-13T16:26:24.112-05:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Happy Valentines Day!</span></strong></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBvuu5VZN8nwEdY89_HmxXs3G-FJPezypxe8VAd6w9hDi7kuw-TGzKb3MEudzgj31aY8MHjRECCfJXpFNKgBNOvdOh4EjktjbS4eWIm6Iei0BAkFqEG2_WxUheN38iVI_vWmbe/s1600-h/Valentine's+Picture.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302392807568123282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBvuu5VZN8nwEdY89_HmxXs3G-FJPezypxe8VAd6w9hDi7kuw-TGzKb3MEudzgj31aY8MHjRECCfJXpFNKgBNOvdOh4EjktjbS4eWIm6Iei0BAkFqEG2_WxUheN38iVI_vWmbe/s320/Valentine's+Picture.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Love to all our Family and friends! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">My our Saviour's Love </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">give you </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">JOY</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Rose are red,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Violets are blue,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Sugar is sweet </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">and</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">so are YOU!</span></div>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-83822640744167067242009-02-02T10:14:00.001-05:002009-02-02T10:19:18.647-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy Birthday, Naomi</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpS3kX3fv19DT-CHkhAMq0zEsEUS7C0b6DjgXFcqAIhbFUyT_ma0Hp9YMLS1JPPQ9XvbvBpNAHByGmONf_QpVwwuIOlHSOvPTWRCAS-IuO_nbec__ro3pNsgxw9muUsS0INHFN/s1600-h/Naomi+in+the+fall.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298219487992580002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpS3kX3fv19DT-CHkhAMq0zEsEUS7C0b6DjgXFcqAIhbFUyT_ma0Hp9YMLS1JPPQ9XvbvBpNAHByGmONf_QpVwwuIOlHSOvPTWRCAS-IuO_nbec__ro3pNsgxw9muUsS0INHFN/s320/Naomi+in+the+fall.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip6OH_Xw4n80cwB8vDjfTfeGRlFQPrdEwuK5fi9FUCgbp05lDYlkTI328MVTxk0cdV4_ZcoFPykMWvLruLM5pQSeygZ2_eP4aySPaStCsqJUkI4v0XS4GTCojnBgSyvaRUSFY6/s1600-h/Naomi+in+a+tree.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298219484365878322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip6OH_Xw4n80cwB8vDjfTfeGRlFQPrdEwuK5fi9FUCgbp05lDYlkTI328MVTxk0cdV4_ZcoFPykMWvLruLM5pQSeygZ2_eP4aySPaStCsqJUkI4v0XS4GTCojnBgSyvaRUSFY6/s320/Naomi+in+a+tree.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDSMzxm-Htb23n0FB_K7duw1UuZhcB0cci0rhLssejmemqcEOawEsguq1P0kb_pUFUoWNfc6xz3fx9V6F71AK06AJCbqacGsm0LN2o_I3VpPLAb8Ng-xk921cBqWA_Kj2loxID/s1600-h/Naomi+at+Wedding.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298219480567929170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDSMzxm-Htb23n0FB_K7duw1UuZhcB0cci0rhLssejmemqcEOawEsguq1P0kb_pUFUoWNfc6xz3fx9V6F71AK06AJCbqacGsm0LN2o_I3VpPLAb8Ng-xk921cBqWA_Kj2loxID/s320/Naomi+at+Wedding.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWWvCKUPiU4n379AiK6PRFlgy0rW42lYj2dNwloO-B277mOyWy5eV8e83Tw9vSP8-btU6p_-4MDdCVMNj_h9TcUZJgaZhaKLoxX4tu2j7ommHLV-NCc7VgkhMonYE79ejryIn0/s1600-h/Naomi1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298219478422431618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWWvCKUPiU4n379AiK6PRFlgy0rW42lYj2dNwloO-B277mOyWy5eV8e83Tw9vSP8-btU6p_-4MDdCVMNj_h9TcUZJgaZhaKLoxX4tu2j7ommHLV-NCc7VgkhMonYE79ejryIn0/s320/Naomi1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Happy 33 rd Birthday!</div><div> </div><div>We love you.<br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-15364755455484299582009-01-30T01:54:00.002-05:002009-01-30T10:51:23.029-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy Birthday!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">The World's Greatest</span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7cLNteK4K0yp4AcsJFzXA9oLUJLyY4b1WLcKhPr6czaEpfm3gK2dwr1fmqYJXDAnkRFFdT3XV9WGkzbgkmp5ct6eU77wFSxKY2jLxWul3NQqfCjuR3iCbnGZdPCq0XT9LgevM/s1600-h/Naomi-grandma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296977196005289250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7cLNteK4K0yp4AcsJFzXA9oLUJLyY4b1WLcKhPr6czaEpfm3gK2dwr1fmqYJXDAnkRFFdT3XV9WGkzbgkmp5ct6eU77wFSxKY2jLxWul3NQqfCjuR3iCbnGZdPCq0XT9LgevM/s320/Naomi-grandma.jpg" border="0" /></a> Grandma<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQ1RYGI2I6zTIkIYYglCULxlmEVNmIFxdAAybZ3gU2B1aFGjUgOuWUIjIh5ZqFveZ596Y2l1-znbrkX8ArnlFFxMavTwVPe5FnyTgXmASSpfOneGT-qGPStlyOofw45ML7FHQ/s1600-h/Mom+%26Gr+grandkids.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296977192438882994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQ1RYGI2I6zTIkIYYglCULxlmEVNmIFxdAAybZ3gU2B1aFGjUgOuWUIjIh5ZqFveZ596Y2l1-znbrkX8ArnlFFxMavTwVPe5FnyTgXmASSpfOneGT-qGPStlyOofw45ML7FHQ/s320/Mom+%26Gr+grandkids.jpg" border="0" /></a>Great-Grandma<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7878QY9D9cYOM7V4mbHLB4NQjH4tcKBf0SbRn3RVR93xpPAjZDBimf5tFeloZPTnG9ZyRovqAptNVEOwRDnJ_78cuGg5gjHh6cgF9X3cIGAOPjvAsnkUnQqZJ8MTbmjVqZWwT/s1600-h/mothers+gift+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296977192973836962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7878QY9D9cYOM7V4mbHLB4NQjH4tcKBf0SbRn3RVR93xpPAjZDBimf5tFeloZPTnG9ZyRovqAptNVEOwRDnJ_78cuGg5gjHh6cgF9X3cIGAOPjvAsnkUnQqZJ8MTbmjVqZWwT/s320/mothers+gift+2.jpg" border="0" /></a>The Best Mother<br />A Gift from God<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVL1SsyeEbm5TnQ3UjGG2OpQLFECEsVqWJHkPZE-LOCcIpKetahmfDuHyurIlMNoLP2oyzXnMD2ffEFsacE0aBm4NJxf1uSsGKXXd4faZYR3mp4f86nKDbWjZZ8-EACewAixR3/s1600-h/Mom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296977191159897442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVL1SsyeEbm5TnQ3UjGG2OpQLFECEsVqWJHkPZE-LOCcIpKetahmfDuHyurIlMNoLP2oyzXnMD2ffEFsacE0aBm4NJxf1uSsGKXXd4faZYR3mp4f86nKDbWjZZ8-EACewAixR3/s320/Mom.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-11686190721925970322009-01-22T11:52:00.002-05:002009-01-22T12:04:00.679-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">The Unseen Children</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">The little boy with vacant stare;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">The little girl who walks nowhere;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">The child who's born with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">enlarged</span> head;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">The one who's confined to his bed.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">These are the children no one sees; </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">They bring their parents to their knees;</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">To ask for strength from up above,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">To help their children and give him love.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">For each step will bring elation,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">A smiles cause for celebration.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">To learn to drink, to learn to eat,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">For these kids is an awesome feat.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">The parents</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">wish they'd run and play,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">But they'll just take life day by day.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">These kids were sent from up above,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">To live on earth and give us love.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Connie Owens</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"> (parent of a handicapped child)</span></div>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-56013377615442867282009-01-15T13:45:00.003-05:002009-01-15T13:55:25.772-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Hsh9MjPCYVtBaslO2WG6t9tJ_G4t9nR-zmzEYiqNEz6kt0tbm9IySb90LUX9Zzdh96fROu4lfw-KFEKL44XzeSgICJkAmozbivZtDQSBRusY3u6lC9i-dqtzjd3C53r_YQh9/s1600-h/Sitting+on+the+terrace.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291594874000258098" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCOW24qDxGKzhuuQMMgC6l4ziPM0u-aOAGlXOR-EUjI-SaYAQwGSGewuIwL0Ad1MXRGKsDd6oVC1G90GpGmOS3eqbbu2st6Mt9dAjeOJGAw5EGr2GCCvX0tB6DEHhQi53-w973/s320/Overlooking+the+Water.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiybOyj88amv42SRIGFmrCDNdn6plMMtF3C9AkmalECcjauZeeiUajQKskzfOhyphenhyphenvAhyphenhyphenXs0eobdPsURLzhbhfaUB7Uo6SUc50GNNMPCrohpCpQaSAuzL4M9H3PGsRyiVPrKBBQvE/s1600-h/My+dreamboat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291594851899513810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiybOyj88amv42SRIGFmrCDNdn6plMMtF3C9AkmalECcjauZeeiUajQKskzfOhyphenhyphenvAhyphenhyphenXs0eobdPsURLzhbhfaUB7Uo6SUc50GNNMPCrohpCpQaSAuzL4M9H3PGsRyiVPrKBBQvE/s320/My+dreamboat.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7hWl1qAnBqpbDqJOAeos_LNRGIAGJ4l806Hn6UdkYMx8rht-v2xlTmvCPqXpmJiiW4E_zyEEHJa5WkoAWmYV-yt2vvY3vcUpFvolvET8J8RmvGm1G958VoNWpJ87s1jbK4jva/s1600-h/Exercise+room.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291594847648589554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7hWl1qAnBqpbDqJOAeos_LNRGIAGJ4l806Hn6UdkYMx8rht-v2xlTmvCPqXpmJiiW4E_zyEEHJa5WkoAWmYV-yt2vvY3vcUpFvolvET8J8RmvGm1G958VoNWpJ87s1jbK4jva/s320/Exercise+room.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy Birthday</span><span style="font-size:100%;">.....</span> to my Darling Husband</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">You are my rock of stability,</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">My companion in adventure,</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">You are my </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">Lover</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">& </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;">Friend!</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">All My Love!!!</span><br /></span><br /></span><br /></div><div align="center"></div></div></div></div>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-32892071986298118942009-01-11T16:21:00.005-05:002009-01-11T16:55:13.139-05:00<div align="center">Severe Weather.......Staying Home, no Church? </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">This morning after receiving close to 10 inches of snow our family decided there would be no Church attendance for us. But thanks to FBHC in Frankfort, IN we were able to attend their services and then via the internet we traveled to Overland Park, KS and attended Church with the Church of God Holiness folk. Bro. Mowery spoke so well on having compassion on our brothers and sisters in Christ and showing Christ's love through our compassion. Bro. Peterson in Kansas spoke about "Watering Camels with a Smile." What faith it took for Rebecca to leave her home and family to travel far away to a land she had never been to marry a man she had never seen. What a exemplary woman as she went above and beyond the call as she not only offered Abraham's servant a drink then also offered to give his camels a drink also. We found out during prayer time that Phillip's brother, Mark was out of the country and would be returning tomorrow from Haiti. He and Bro. Poe have been ministering to souls in Haiti. </div><div align="center">Well thanks to these 2 Churches we have no excuse for missing Church services in inclement weather.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.fbhc.info/LiveService.htm">http://www.fbhc.info/LiveService.htm</a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://churchofgodop.homestead.com/index.html">http://churchofgodop.homestead.com/index.html</a></div>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-57302266613918805332009-01-06T22:09:00.002-05:002009-01-06T22:35:29.414-05:00<span style="color:#663333;">Today as I thought about this New Year and all the fresh challenges of this coming year I was reminded that these challenges are NOT new to God. Nothing catches Him by surprise. God has already provided the Grace I need to meet those challenges and to grow in Christ. Now is not the time to fear and doubt but to trust God's Promises and cling more tightly to His unchanging hand. He has been faithful in the past and I am determined to trust Him with all my tomorrows. His Word assures me that He is the same yesterday, today, and forever more. Knowing that there are challenges and changes coming provides me with new opportunities to allow the Holy Spirit to guide and direct my path as I submit to His leadership. How silly of the creation to tell the Creator I will not be useful for the purpose you have designed for me. Why not offer ourselves as a living sacrifice and follow where ever He leads.....even if that means over some rocky uncharted terrain. God has trod the path before us and He desires the challenges to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">be helpful</span> not harmful to us. May we all be Challenges to follow where He leads us!</span>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-33316020058136641862008-12-24T13:32:00.003-05:002008-12-24T13:41:14.790-05:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">T<span style="font-family:verdana;">o all our family and friends whom we will not be celebrating Christmas with this year Phillip and I wish each of you a VERY Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. <em>We'll have a blue Christmas without you! </em>You will be in our thoughts and prayers. May your Christmas celebration be graced with the presence of God's Son. We trust you will have a blessed New Year from beginning till Christ Return. God Bless, Everyone! We love you.</span></span></span>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-61843022911555670862008-12-24T13:28:00.002-05:002008-12-24T13:31:50.361-05:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">This is what Christmas is all about...</span></div><br />(Better bundle up - the goose bumps will freeze you!! I think I need to read this every year at Christmas. )<br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving. <br />It was Christmas Eve 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible. <br />After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn't get the Bible, instead he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn't worry about it long though, I was too busy wallowing in self-pity. Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight." I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn't know what.. <br />Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed. "I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help me." The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high side boards on. <br />After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood - the wood I'd spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all Fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. "Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?" You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked. The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what? <br />Yeah," I said, "Why?" <br />"I rode by just today," Pa said. "Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt." That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. "What's in the little sack?" I asked. Shoes, they're out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy." <br />We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, some we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn't have been our concern.<br />We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, "Who is it?" "Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt, could we come in for a bit?" <br />Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp. <br />"We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children - sturdy shoes, the best, shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn't come out. <br />"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said. He turned to me and said, "Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up." I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak.<br />My heart swelled within me and a joy that I'd never known before, filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people. <br />I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for a long time. She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us." <br />In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless as I thought on it. <br />Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes. <br />Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they missed their Pa, and I was glad that I still had mine. <br />At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn't been little for quite a spell." I was the youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away. <br />Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have to say, May the Lord bless you, I know for certain that He will." <br />Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn't even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that,but on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand." <br />I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three children.<br />For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night, he had given me the best Christmas of my life. <br />Share this inspiring message. God bless you!</span>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-7257870081386462862008-12-23T14:36:00.000-05:002008-12-23T14:37:39.578-05:00“IS THE BABE STILL IN THE MANGER?”<br />Luke 2<br /><br />At this time of the year all over the world there is a commercial emphasis on Christmas tempting people to buy a lot of useless and unnecessary things. As far as Christmas decorations are concerned, one trade magazine says that nativity scenes are the popular choice of decoration, outselling those of Santa Claus.<br /><br />As I read that article I could not help but ask, " Why is this so?” When you read the statistics of the number who attend church and see that more and more churches are closing because of lack of support and attendance, why then this sudden interest in the nativity ornaments?<br /><br />The question that keeps coming to my mind concerning these people caught up in this trend, "Is it the appeal of the babe in the manger and nothing more?" For them is the Babe still in the manger? Is this all that Christmas means to them?<br /><br />We sing ‘Away in a Manger’, but so many do not go much further in their thought processes than the manger. There are those who, because of the turmoil in the world, grasp at this small fragment of the angels' message when they sang about ‘peace on earth’. They just see the Babe as a symbol of that peace -- peace they desire to be established in the world -- missing the fact that peace can only come through accepting the complete message -- a Savior, not a military leader. No ordinary man – no matter how he tries -- can bring peace to the world. The only One who can bring true peace on earth is the Babe – the Christ Child. By His coming, His life, death and resurrection, He is the only One who can forgive sin and give His peace as a result of a right relationship with God.<br /><br />When we continue to keep the Babe in the manger and fail to allow Him to grow and accomplish the task for which He came, we will never know His peace in our hearts and lives.<br /><br />A couple of years ago people were saying, ‘Put Christ back into Christmas’. I wonder if this sudden desire to purchase nativity scenes is not an outcome of that slogan. Perhaps they see this as a means of doing just that, yet missing the whole point. In reality those who began the saying, ‘let us celebrate the true meaning of Christmas' - did not want us to forget why He was born in Bethlehem and laid in a manger so long ago.<br /><br />Do we only think of the manger scene for just one month of the year and as soon as the Christmas season is over, pack it up and put it away for another year along with all thoughts of the real meaning of Christmas?<br /><br />Let me ask you, “Is the Babe still in the manger”? Do we only think of the Christ Child as a Babe in the manger and leave the thought of Him there? Or in our hearts and minds do we allow Him to grow into manhood so that He can accomplish the task that God the Father had planned for our Salvation?<br /><br />When Mary was first visited by the angel Gabriel, he said unto her, “You shall have a Son, and shall call His name Jesus…He…shall be called the Son of the Highest". Later when the angel appeared to Joseph in a dream concerning Mary and the child she was carrying said that he was not to be afraid to take Mary as his wife. The angel said, “Thou shalt call His name JESUS: for He shall save His people from their sins”.<br /><br />God never intended that His Son, the Babe, should remain in the manger. Unfortunately too many are continuing to do just that.<br /><br />As we approach this Christmas, it is my prayer that each one will think afresh on the true significance of the coming of the Christ Child.<br /><br />Do we truly believe in our hearts that He was born as the angel said to Joseph, “to save His people from their sins’, or as told by the angels to the shepherds, “For unto you is born this day in the City of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord”?<br /><br />If you have any doubts concerning what the Christ Child means to you, come, bow down and worship Him. He will reveal Himself, not just as the Babe of Bethlehem, but as the Saviour for all who will truly believe that He is Immanuel – God with us -- the Savior of the world.<br /><br />May the Christ of Christmas rule and reign in your heart, filling it anew with the glory and wonder of His coming.urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-40574915201457253062008-12-21T13:55:00.006-05:002008-12-24T14:23:33.683-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Christmas in Our Neighborhood</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Sarah, Tony, Abigail, Zachary, & Hannah came to our home for supper and to exchange Christmas gifts.</span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUqJ0dQ7c3TRHygj2bur6wncYttwmODtSuj7bEHdAQ3s46orZ25nWIYmOywqOUQnk4JjBEKraznav4N9VeMJMtYQLAVSWfStN2I2lj44GzSmhr07W4XQBX2cgYjZLAKzZND3k_/s1600-h/C-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282324753398022658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUqJ0dQ7c3TRHygj2bur6wncYttwmODtSuj7bEHdAQ3s46orZ25nWIYmOywqOUQnk4JjBEKraznav4N9VeMJMtYQLAVSWfStN2I2lj44GzSmhr07W4XQBX2cgYjZLAKzZND3k_/s320/C-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1uwc-ROg_XTfmo_xLWTZIm0kbBiDPhgxTE3HLSK7DVeKUDUgrYiiBqyYLQ-0aIdi-PE4rKfMn6b6ChMS0PfacAFPwWfDGvfzqmmbUX2ITntVxMlg-38NtV87NE4BfNJWVrtS/s1600-h/C-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282324750161126578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1uwc-ROg_XTfmo_xLWTZIm0kbBiDPhgxTE3HLSK7DVeKUDUgrYiiBqyYLQ-0aIdi-PE4rKfMn6b6ChMS0PfacAFPwWfDGvfzqmmbUX2ITntVxMlg-38NtV87NE4BfNJWVrtS/s320/C-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#006600;">Hannah read the Christmas story after supper and Abigail led in prayer as we thanked the Lord for blessing this past year and His protection on the year to come.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUtR5h4H1YaYjpSZqGyOKgzSLRJsf_1SCXthBxjKZ-W8vS7APSCK2KoJT8UOdBKp0oeKekRNcsQlAhiqVWPkn0yZLQZDcREiRPjX840Q9DvDW_3X9SxY4-HPfVROf7S0w3B_0J/s1600-h/C-19.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282324740664659426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUtR5h4H1YaYjpSZqGyOKgzSLRJsf_1SCXthBxjKZ-W8vS7APSCK2KoJT8UOdBKp0oeKekRNcsQlAhiqVWPkn0yZLQZDcREiRPjX840Q9DvDW_3X9SxY4-HPfVROf7S0w3B_0J/s320/C-19.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#006600;">Tony is ready to challenge anyone to a game of Uno Flash</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-yBezCm4h59NnPDaWOWRzLIhnR_cm1wxIsvCwWhTIdWPMLE-Bjk6w_SojeKlop97MwUIvvkDMYPoKFQFpYRNtrj6XzpLxgqZo5e1a9T6mE23iR0DYp4pZ6qRxJd098wfvW-4/s1600-h/C+-18.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282324731099968674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-yBezCm4h59NnPDaWOWRzLIhnR_cm1wxIsvCwWhTIdWPMLE-Bjk6w_SojeKlop97MwUIvvkDMYPoKFQFpYRNtrj6XzpLxgqZo5e1a9T6mE23iR0DYp4pZ6qRxJd098wfvW-4/s320/C+-18.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#006600;">Or perhaps he is talking on a challenge. He has the tools for it.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHMq6cffPcwgRIbXn_51ec-aMLbPFJUA7VMY-WsSQk00xKEzsNdmKxRSD2E4nK63aMSAUr_A0HHdBZmejBpMLaQiUzHPQns5HulRuk0SE2IZj586AaOqsUZx6_DfpBzZ4dO6z/s1600-h/C-17.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282323627082482066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIHMq6cffPcwgRIbXn_51ec-aMLbPFJUA7VMY-WsSQk00xKEzsNdmKxRSD2E4nK63aMSAUr_A0HHdBZmejBpMLaQiUzHPQns5HulRuk0SE2IZj586AaOqsUZx6_DfpBzZ4dO6z/s320/C-17.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#006600;">Zachary is learning to play the trumpet.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWU01hFozi0J3NkV58nj2_TnEYBiCDGvk6Do66ZWSfIi1oQcMotpd9A48bHN1DkYKeeSLPGGU-0Vjk6SW7OdW0aGM65yQQqjfhyphenhyphenEN6mpG9R_XbW0igY-f1OBNDgk0u7Vm5q0j/s1600-h/C-15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282323622252034434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWU01hFozi0J3NkV58nj2_TnEYBiCDGvk6Do66ZWSfIi1oQcMotpd9A48bHN1DkYKeeSLPGGU-0Vjk6SW7OdW0aGM65yQQqjfhyphenhyphenEN6mpG9R_XbW0igY-f1OBNDgk0u7Vm5q0j/s320/C-15.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#006600;">Well it could be the violin...he hasn't decided.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcWnEqjTeockH9K-PAQe-vW_DfJorBhohzKCUAYi-iHScgvfzk-07SDaMPvjbWGD-QemrStc-2dRwCHnojs08xv-0SinThx6AZyWyFEvdKRpxT3Lxdw6ok9kRQqFJHJJ19CFhg/s1600-h/C-12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282323615154778562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcWnEqjTeockH9K-PAQe-vW_DfJorBhohzKCUAYi-iHScgvfzk-07SDaMPvjbWGD-QemrStc-2dRwCHnojs08xv-0SinThx6AZyWyFEvdKRpxT3Lxdw6ok9kRQqFJHJJ19CFhg/s320/C-12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Zachary can always fall back on his profession as firefighter if being a musician doesn't work.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5rGUvyU_7fRWUlR7gs_NsquSpAyFY4Lg8I_06aKisSnDfuxNcko5kUvjonlQhjTrB2OrTJ2TyOR8pu-y29Ryr1lhb214sisbLbeObhJshzv6SDhctahhn5QkiZxwsF0gq5JG/s1600-h/C-10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282323607499384914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5rGUvyU_7fRWUlR7gs_NsquSpAyFY4Lg8I_06aKisSnDfuxNcko5kUvjonlQhjTrB2OrTJ2TyOR8pu-y29Ryr1lhb214sisbLbeObhJshzv6SDhctahhn5QkiZxwsF0gq5JG/s320/C-10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0rkAf6YG-I4iGz3v3K77P8tPNqgHp5bCTh9w_cTo_t5WMpoS0jlHyV_P2pORxWofhM61-3w_FmHq0pUOW6EdEXip0m7h1-JC2QsrjoyzzDfLR_0PXSRmptCUvwiRH7SqYvrXR/s1600-h/C-7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282323600433828082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0rkAf6YG-I4iGz3v3K77P8tPNqgHp5bCTh9w_cTo_t5WMpoS0jlHyV_P2pORxWofhM61-3w_FmHq0pUOW6EdEXip0m7h1-JC2QsrjoyzzDfLR_0PXSRmptCUvwiRH7SqYvrXR/s320/C-7.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#006600;">For brother/sister time there's now Bible Bingo.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Alm_4azo3coFdoe-K-g-n_Z-QlovGgUoBdOud-ZWhX3VTpdCV5EqWaV4Eghj3XQ53P0VnShnbDgAcCBJsXCbUxghgj6YWhvbhQOT5agRUmAgAImzK7P3ahtM3f879F62Mlsh/s1600-h/C-8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282322102296492162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Alm_4azo3coFdoe-K-g-n_Z-QlovGgUoBdOud-ZWhX3VTpdCV5EqWaV4Eghj3XQ53P0VnShnbDgAcCBJsXCbUxghgj6YWhvbhQOT5agRUmAgAImzK7P3ahtM3f879F62Mlsh/s320/C-8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#006600;">A new picture for Sarah to decorate the house with if she will put aside that new Karen Kingsbury book. Plus a skirt, a rug,</span> <span style="color:#006600;">a candle, etc.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieX_MnqUpZTn0PexLrReQIUSL6sxt46IrqT7OhyphenhypheniVzan7q6tMD0Wwt96lojNFcQDDmpP23cJrYQJrPdmGT_BMIp286LE6XKJXK71YRykfvFWpc-jv5xwFL9T0N-FcpGCGhsJLO/s1600-h/C-13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282322093740376802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieX_MnqUpZTn0PexLrReQIUSL6sxt46IrqT7OhyphenhypheniVzan7q6tMD0Wwt96lojNFcQDDmpP23cJrYQJrPdmGT_BMIp286LE6XKJXK71YRykfvFWpc-jv5xwFL9T0N-FcpGCGhsJLO/s320/C-13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Abigail can send messages now with her new Text and Talk Set. She can order snacks from her room.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjteO_EcypqyJPiy1Dyw34U2suwuM6iSxHhMZZaBAIF6SlnRtPZoRDcG36bSkAxG_lRM2f0NVXRMeNF5eAnJTC2_jgtcNFfMznY9M3bww8oxvSzWATZ3DWDpwae3nh6pQm1AJdo/s1600-h/C-9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282322090456140146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjteO_EcypqyJPiy1Dyw34U2suwuM6iSxHhMZZaBAIF6SlnRtPZoRDcG36bSkAxG_lRM2f0NVXRMeNF5eAnJTC2_jgtcNFfMznY9M3bww8oxvSzWATZ3DWDpwae3nh6pQm1AJdo/s320/C-9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#006600;">This is her Yorkie puppy that actually breathes but it doesn't have to be let outside for a potty break. Do you think she will trade her poodle (Cuddles) who does require this attention? Don't think so.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic-PSgI0OM0lVYvene88Q_nKuaOBdkmx-7M_2WzEt2LrnBhfoV_TijJsCuKL6YD9n6DKLY6Roj5U3m8MZ2BHuTUBuIhRNQRg3ViYKRIcQv7lKZ-qh37LoCXzk88UD0AeAVNUHT/s1600-h/C-16.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282322083128509074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic-PSgI0OM0lVYvene88Q_nKuaOBdkmx-7M_2WzEt2LrnBhfoV_TijJsCuKL6YD9n6DKLY6Roj5U3m8MZ2BHuTUBuIhRNQRg3ViYKRIcQv7lKZ-qh37LoCXzk88UD0AeAVNUHT/s320/C-16.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#006600;">This is one of her doll sets. Actually the other doll was a guy doll from Hannah Montana. You'll have to ask her the name I'm still stuck in the Barbie and Ken era. She also received a Barbie Lantern, & Microphone.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2YXC1HNQ4spNcfUPwmkCPWdHbhjh3bNIt5R84IS6Mogdcvui8siwr3Om3T2Ft6rf29NorpSBAd5tLBTxQXZQT59cYLq7n3dUpHDMFcP_xvxhUjHOomSmmPQ69HMW9Pn8NmdM_/s1600-h/C-5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282322076818053938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2YXC1HNQ4spNcfUPwmkCPWdHbhjh3bNIt5R84IS6Mogdcvui8siwr3Om3T2Ft6rf29NorpSBAd5tLBTxQXZQT59cYLq7n3dUpHDMFcP_xvxhUjHOomSmmPQ69HMW9Pn8NmdM_/s320/C-5.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#006600;">Here HE is......Mr. Americaaaaa! </span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdjbHoM8_e7YlKoRLehNBublwZs3fYvBW63gc0Z2cKj3RJiudETxR-Fz349M7ZAGqWva7iU-XE1nF4iGjATAxmXGZJMDGB0H9nk9CGT0IPpjtFtORN0BBq0gEQCGrbSBYn4JUY/s1600-h/C-4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282320304117885730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdjbHoM8_e7YlKoRLehNBublwZs3fYvBW63gc0Z2cKj3RJiudETxR-Fz349M7ZAGqWva7iU-XE1nF4iGjATAxmXGZJMDGB0H9nk9CGT0IPpjtFtORN0BBq0gEQCGrbSBYn4JUY/s320/C-4.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#006600;">Zachary went to Santa's workshop at school and did his Christmas shopping. He bought Naomi and me one of these cute little snowman pins. Naomi was also thrilled to receive a Bible Cover and tapes as well as fun pads.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiftoGTz3WYiiJ5quoc8MtGo2btGewrY5k3zHtdpFwucfk1bnIdOyXE-Nx_cyD6rvnnbhGayHjjyfJeS-YN-4PPG8BOnKiaqA3bmxryQYXz8C5QKa203IhT1GaOm1e5NhRCzmeW/s1600-h/C-14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282320301763364290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiftoGTz3WYiiJ5quoc8MtGo2btGewrY5k3zHtdpFwucfk1bnIdOyXE-Nx_cyD6rvnnbhGayHjjyfJeS-YN-4PPG8BOnKiaqA3bmxryQYXz8C5QKa203IhT1GaOm1e5NhRCzmeW/s320/C-14.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#006600;">Hannah has new MICHIGAN slippers, a skirt, a Bible, a set of pillows & socks.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLVVIY4_Qb64R6nzLMr4hzMJmOr1teNPD78kW2kJthmLb9Q507qwxRjURqjxWv1L2D9sE-vjYG4Ci2IEcokfW-3SCHThn18j40IvSOTCxn1yJQ2mkyvuHOFqG0O4dq78-0KiqO/s1600-h/C-11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282320292746233458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLVVIY4_Qb64R6nzLMr4hzMJmOr1teNPD78kW2kJthmLb9Q507qwxRjURqjxWv1L2D9sE-vjYG4Ci2IEcokfW-3SCHThn18j40IvSOTCxn1yJQ2mkyvuHOFqG0O4dq78-0KiqO/s320/C-11.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#006600;">No, we did not have a robbery while we were exchanging gifts. My husband is all ready for the freezing temperatures that began today with his new face mask. He also got several packs of Peppermints and a black shirt.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnBoy9786R_AAFgJOqtbj4em5rvezECjAVuF-NtA-MsoAI_Y3sDBca-bbOKQBJPIcJ4oalNmfWxp2MO0W7Yeq1DFLZeA4CflRdx5O7iNDYic6ti3duaSrrvuaeGYab5Sos3eFw/s1600-h/C-6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282320283814808338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnBoy9786R_AAFgJOqtbj4em5rvezECjAVuF-NtA-MsoAI_Y3sDBca-bbOKQBJPIcJ4oalNmfWxp2MO0W7Yeq1DFLZeA4CflRdx5O7iNDYic6ti3duaSrrvuaeGYab5Sos3eFw/s320/C-6.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#006600;">A cute flashlight from Zachary that has "grandpa" stamped on it.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkMOXRc0CdNWcMmTNoZHunQRjehPxuuHLN3HQczq-zLg-T9RfN4y9lcWKTPNvcizmdIO7lg8O3565blmKWDFUjSyajH_6meRMmDOIs0sHxzW4fwr8FCj2n2nr6-tmTJeqVPRG/s1600-h/C-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282320268401223858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkMOXRc0CdNWcMmTNoZHunQRjehPxuuHLN3HQczq-zLg-T9RfN4y9lcWKTPNvcizmdIO7lg8O3565blmKWDFUjSyajH_6meRMmDOIs0sHxzW4fwr8FCj2n2nr6-tmTJeqVPRG/s320/C-3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#006600;">These are my new slippers. They are SO warm, I love to send birthday/anniversary cards to my aunts, uncles, and family so I received 3 boxes of cards, perfume,a lace wall hanging, and a keychain that says "grandma." I'm sure I have left somethings out but we had a wonderful time with our family and we would like to say THANK-YOU to each of them. We love you all and praise God that you are all part of our lives. God bless you. Phillip, Naomi Ann and I will be leaving Wednesday evening to go to my mother's home for Christmas. Family time is one of the best parts of Christmas.</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-229723082850154462008-12-20T15:18:00.002-05:002008-12-20T15:21:48.182-05:00<span style="color:#009900;"> CHRISTMAS COOKIES<br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">1. If you eat a Christmas cookie fresh out of the oven, it has no calories because everyone knows that the first cookie is the test and thus calorie free. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">2. If you drink a diet soda after eating your second cookie, it also has no calories because the diet soda cancels out the cookie calories. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">3. If a friend comes over while you're making your Christmas cookies and needs to sample, you must sample with your friend. Because your friend's first cookie is calories free, rule #1 is yours also. It would be rude to let your friend sample alone and, being the friend that you are, that makes your cookie calorie free. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">4. Any cookie calories consumed while walking around will fall to your feet and eventually fall off as you move. This is due to gravity and the density of the caloric mass. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">5. Any calories consumed during the frosting of the Christmas cookies will be used up because it takes many calories to lick excess frosting from a knife without cutting your tongue. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">6. Cookies colored red or green have very few calories. Red ones have three and green ones have five - one calorie for each letter. Make more red ones! </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">7. Cookies eaten while watching "Miracle on 34th Street" have no calories because they are part of the entertainment package and not part of one's personal fuel. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">8. As always, cookie pieces contain no calories because the process of breaking causes calorie leakage. </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">9. Any cookies consumed from someone else's plate have no calories since the calories rightfully belong to the other person and will cling to their plate. We all know how calories like to CLING! </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">10. Any cookies consumed while feeling stressed have no calories because cookies used for medicinal purposes NEVER have calories. It's a rule!</span>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-25210729634926360022008-12-19T14:44:00.001-05:002008-12-19T14:49:08.394-05:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Snow Bunny's Day in the Snow</span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwIoRSv9ALVMmTbjW3tVdBF7bSsPCZFD481ond7vCGB1KbCSy3yoU2rg7sZrqS9q7WH6u6cazvwIh6pZxoqzKgdvXJxhFlp1VUjDAEg1DNYX9RhPoQ2oz4IxgyU-I_VaLUPkZ-/s1600-h/Snowy+Zachary+%26+Abby.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281589932795365410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwIoRSv9ALVMmTbjW3tVdBF7bSsPCZFD481ond7vCGB1KbCSy3yoU2rg7sZrqS9q7WH6u6cazvwIh6pZxoqzKgdvXJxhFlp1VUjDAEg1DNYX9RhPoQ2oz4IxgyU-I_VaLUPkZ-/s320/Snowy+Zachary+%26+Abby.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong> Abigail & Zachary<br /></strong></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSnvprROcnUXZYFzOdTwom-SeIY37ASi5GzBRbZG2KJAZ8kRbfVlrXiR9F-hCfbfCqtk37DBHmbzGM0O10rXuQBKGK-Ovlc2IqmkDCVM0kABAXKlwzMJsagwfZEOhdeD4S-Pf/s1600-h/Snowy+Zachary.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281589925235303970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigSnvprROcnUXZYFzOdTwom-SeIY37ASi5GzBRbZG2KJAZ8kRbfVlrXiR9F-hCfbfCqtk37DBHmbzGM0O10rXuQBKGK-Ovlc2IqmkDCVM0kABAXKlwzMJsagwfZEOhdeD4S-Pf/s320/Snowy+Zachary.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-47927419448030056272008-12-14T00:49:00.002-05:002008-12-14T01:01:29.171-05:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Cassady </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Christmas </span><span style="color:#006600;">Concert</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_vnR_YVe10DrpflpsvoGulCuN-TafUUir1z0xbTizDTdxGtYfp626w9cS4p337Djt2uGOAb27o9VooRxbqlsby7kymh2c_eYwyGX4FCo7_cfre5poPSnNKGwNym54y5G8T0B/s1600-h/Cassady's+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279519157810874098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_vnR_YVe10DrpflpsvoGulCuN-TafUUir1z0xbTizDTdxGtYfp626w9cS4p337Djt2uGOAb27o9VooRxbqlsby7kymh2c_eYwyGX4FCo7_cfre5poPSnNKGwNym54y5G8T0B/s320/Cassady's+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwhoSGN45ViGCF-hYgd7RMls0kjnZVtrXvzHwrmb4TI_Wb3ynrOZOI1TqIq5a9ZzrtD0moPwIlp7MzVp5F-eopRgOIz4NfcC8qB9SLa-3Q3usI5rIlHBABaVtUrjypHSVkH84/s1600-h/Cassady's+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279519148631859554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwhoSGN45ViGCF-hYgd7RMls0kjnZVtrXvzHwrmb4TI_Wb3ynrOZOI1TqIq5a9ZzrtD0moPwIlp7MzVp5F-eopRgOIz4NfcC8qB9SLa-3Q3usI5rIlHBABaVtUrjypHSVkH84/s320/Cassady's+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Friday evening we were privileged to attend a Christmas concert given by Stephen, Nicole, Blake & Chloe Cassady. They were a blessing as they sang for the Glory of God. It was an inspiration to hear the children sing with all their hearts. If the Cassady's are singing within driving distance plan to go and you won't be disappointed. Merry Christmas to all!<br /></span><div></div></div>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-35219184500961192822008-12-07T14:00:00.002-05:002008-12-07T14:04:49.349-05:00<div align="center">View from our front Door</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUnuJbuKNpUKes0sCuUHkAmdZQCM_vzzE588ipy4b3cecRogMzhcrw8ZN-pg6H6_78Cf2egf-yL8hR3MoukflIDQAN4wrL_Oewh9VOCWQv63GiySfQK3KX9AGHMXF79eRo1VyQ/s1600-h/Snow+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277125503584036978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUnuJbuKNpUKes0sCuUHkAmdZQCM_vzzE588ipy4b3cecRogMzhcrw8ZN-pg6H6_78Cf2egf-yL8hR3MoukflIDQAN4wrL_Oewh9VOCWQv63GiySfQK3KX9AGHMXF79eRo1VyQ/s320/Snow+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl1q_1Wi5U-dFw8gC_lfnA062oOMHZBrmNZrXw1NqPrxcMaJecnIA1DBd8LaaWYXcMoLVACiVcI26UqX25zgDYKC2_Uw6FxFbC7L_cgkhz9rZ4QtZFCM3lu3BX3gJXut9KUJr_/s1600-h/Snow+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277125496823326930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl1q_1Wi5U-dFw8gC_lfnA062oOMHZBrmNZrXw1NqPrxcMaJecnIA1DBd8LaaWYXcMoLVACiVcI26UqX25zgDYKC2_Uw6FxFbC7L_cgkhz9rZ4QtZFCM3lu3BX3gJXut9KUJr_/s320/Snow+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Didn't God do a lovely job of decorating our lawn?<br /><div></div><br /></div>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-36254058397898487292008-12-03T13:13:00.004-05:002008-12-03T13:31:19.623-05:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">IT'S BEGINNING TO LOOK ALOT LIKE CHRISTMAS!</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKauik5eTTfcd4GwS_jyhYXoy_l0xdP4uJa_pRtyoP-UB7m3J_MJsOstIYXH576qk5eHCZULzltXUfAYsUD2N2RFY4885WVCJn9Ls3ZcSutpp3CewEBfLpuMoqzDsXxAqZBKoR/s1600-h/Christmas+dec+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275629877617527362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKauik5eTTfcd4GwS_jyhYXoy_l0xdP4uJa_pRtyoP-UB7m3J_MJsOstIYXH576qk5eHCZULzltXUfAYsUD2N2RFY4885WVCJn9Ls3ZcSutpp3CewEBfLpuMoqzDsXxAqZBKoR/s320/Christmas+dec+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJ_uyLjx1cI28a2bsO28szrWXVoOk7Gdtt2dTqbi0mid0fcnMpLWbijKlDiswmiWo3ieFtCvYq2HkXQLgHgag6DsOH7mSsQrUn4asHXzytodkWkQq9rOWgtZePySAyPm6Lhja/s1600-h/Christmas+dec+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275629870355704978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJ_uyLjx1cI28a2bsO28szrWXVoOk7Gdtt2dTqbi0mid0fcnMpLWbijKlDiswmiWo3ieFtCvYq2HkXQLgHgag6DsOH7mSsQrUn4asHXzytodkWkQq9rOWgtZePySAyPm6Lhja/s320/Christmas+dec+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ95R_zWFdwuCJbZjoT4UljH2jfvaJKVA4IctT0roZvYN43vM6OlpNuagP-aDfpyRo8OfwjqDU33SaxUU_CfLwwKP4ic14F3ZvjzTJThSflpKStw2TaoNMNy2uE8rZZ_-6crMR/s1600-h/Christmas+dec+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275629868118861218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ95R_zWFdwuCJbZjoT4UljH2jfvaJKVA4IctT0roZvYN43vM6OlpNuagP-aDfpyRo8OfwjqDU33SaxUU_CfLwwKP4ic14F3ZvjzTJThSflpKStw2TaoNMNy2uE8rZZ_-6crMR/s320/Christmas+dec+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0T9y_D5ASpjCGTVg7HQNZwgkfOXvez-urw5p8sUIF42XKa2-rW_br9itKtX24MKSYmW3fGe9QPP95AJZDsP1NpOXcdErJnNeKwmfgxT1gr3APDxjd-PL4YRw725ZqTcmD3Niw/s1600-h/Christmas+dec+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275629862273559970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0T9y_D5ASpjCGTVg7HQNZwgkfOXvez-urw5p8sUIF42XKa2-rW_br9itKtX24MKSYmW3fGe9QPP95AJZDsP1NpOXcdErJnNeKwmfgxT1gr3APDxjd-PL4YRw725ZqTcmD3Niw/s320/Christmas+dec+5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirvoeHCb3n1PDCdRcM80teandDJHmSeN8vMqA-CcUxx9rGqhQvTXJFOXg2_-xbpgwnroJAkOSw3xJHePyqyQJX49gD-QQAopPZZwy9d7Z3N1Bx0jEIQJUYF5S_NvsGoTw7dqOu/s1600-h/Christmas+dec+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275629857405176178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirvoeHCb3n1PDCdRcM80teandDJHmSeN8vMqA-CcUxx9rGqhQvTXJFOXg2_-xbpgwnroJAkOSw3xJHePyqyQJX49gD-QQAopPZZwy9d7Z3N1Bx0jEIQJUYF5S_NvsGoTw7dqOu/s320/Christmas+dec+4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Decorating</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">for</span> <span style="color:#009900;">the</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">Holidays</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div></div></div></div>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-56878807431887643662008-12-01T13:05:00.001-05:002008-12-01T13:16:43.132-05:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRBApiy9UwYiVWIWjkqmoqmTnTzs6aWK4dYVUzwOThWJCamNvtc1ZfzzyT9JV1b7Exym18bg7nTzR40yhXJtJrvSqPu63w4b8ABYYPCmiv61SKPFEC0vex9RcXZUXobdLyytY8/s1600-h/Steven+(Chistmas).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274886815463545970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRBApiy9UwYiVWIWjkqmoqmTnTzs6aWK4dYVUzwOThWJCamNvtc1ZfzzyT9JV1b7Exym18bg7nTzR40yhXJtJrvSqPu63w4b8ABYYPCmiv61SKPFEC0vex9RcXZUXobdLyytY8/s320/Steven+(Chistmas).jpg" border="0" /></a> Steven<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMD-HZvHdACmNS3HlA4Hx030yJ8I9PnKzTe3s1TI8Go_bdg0b7yfEdnZKzH8wrhq5EfpHUxNkXkKD_kad7DID7OexrNYPgo8hHVwUsPqRapL5LzKgXrSeselGnYsbFraFHecb4/s1600-h/Ruffins.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274886809783673138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMD-HZvHdACmNS3HlA4Hx030yJ8I9PnKzTe3s1TI8Go_bdg0b7yfEdnZKzH8wrhq5EfpHUxNkXkKD_kad7DID7OexrNYPgo8hHVwUsPqRapL5LzKgXrSeselGnYsbFraFHecb4/s320/Ruffins.jpg" border="0" /></a>Cowboys & Indians<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih060r5t871KsbBuIaFDPwfNd0zQULqOeodoS1vlVF-iUNYRHXfDe-pWtYO_jy3e24aXrvgjWdGBg008dCNzhwenori35QjtMrRfwPAPIv_h1s_D-M85az7XjHSvpDbOzPNrWb/s1600-h/Jason+-+Indian.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274886806801134482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih060r5t871KsbBuIaFDPwfNd0zQULqOeodoS1vlVF-iUNYRHXfDe-pWtYO_jy3e24aXrvgjWdGBg008dCNzhwenori35QjtMrRfwPAPIv_h1s_D-M85az7XjHSvpDbOzPNrWb/s320/Jason+-+Indian.jpg" border="0" /></a>Indian Jason<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKvxVX87cPptYbf-hZGLWFLgAMDAyYS4xvsXXyI4KQa37XMAKRUSQSCLs7GLFuvVaDuZNrPxVxUuZqrSpB7dgJR5KSQqtbG2RkCQKrdShm14F08zekThrU73-flmbojlYloQdh/s1600-h/Jason's+knife+set.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274886802149853730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKvxVX87cPptYbf-hZGLWFLgAMDAyYS4xvsXXyI4KQa37XMAKRUSQSCLs7GLFuvVaDuZNrPxVxUuZqrSpB7dgJR5KSQqtbG2RkCQKrdShm14F08zekThrU73-flmbojlYloQdh/s320/Jason's+knife+set.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ninja Jason<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisShSLSAO7S0Ok9UkguI2mVy6g02IEhxDYMQ1VnL4c6Yq6BbLZZriNS1FRWr9b5hJbob88ZfApkw43a2sIgnKJtWia2-xEbO9RFtJyMsSPqjEAk3Tb9oNIhYGKo8sjNqzmYFT7/s1600-h/Zachary-+Indian.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274886792356938018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisShSLSAO7S0Ok9UkguI2mVy6g02IEhxDYMQ1VnL4c6Yq6BbLZZriNS1FRWr9b5hJbob88ZfApkw43a2sIgnKJtWia2-xEbO9RFtJyMsSPqjEAk3Tb9oNIhYGKo8sjNqzmYFT7/s320/Zachary-+Indian.jpg" border="0" /></a>Indian Zachary<br /><div> </div></div></div></div><br /></div>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-13819915137510909352008-12-01T12:49:00.003-05:002008-12-01T13:04:46.254-05:00<div align="center">Pool Babies</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtz5Myo74jcIKPKJR9I416H5S2ru_T9OA12KHY0dxMD-azE4IvbAh6zzZudbjRD8ARp57rETEAAfja0DUwrEcgaWuRH2_BAWc_8K07tAWNOvxoau7GiPhfJAH8Q2bPRsxpKmmU/s1600-h/Pool+Babies.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274883435377029282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtz5Myo74jcIKPKJR9I416H5S2ru_T9OA12KHY0dxMD-azE4IvbAh6zzZudbjRD8ARp57rETEAAfja0DUwrEcgaWuRH2_BAWc_8K07tAWNOvxoau7GiPhfJAH8Q2bPRsxpKmmU/s320/Pool+Babies.jpg" border="0" /></a> Luke by the Pool<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIIasMAu81z3xJTWLlDtKKTaqQ_o-vlZGbguM1S0bHF7nxZ9-OnvON71J9dHaB4O-XO2zf6iVoNRofMnlyu_xTBSamV-ELkr6dLh2FgRfZiAWHsSbuhW2BZcwDc6hrKRYP1DLE/s1600-h/Luke+by+the+Pool.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274883398494963074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIIasMAu81z3xJTWLlDtKKTaqQ_o-vlZGbguM1S0bHF7nxZ9-OnvON71J9dHaB4O-XO2zf6iVoNRofMnlyu_xTBSamV-ELkr6dLh2FgRfZiAWHsSbuhW2BZcwDc6hrKRYP1DLE/s320/Luke+by+the+Pool.jpg" border="0" /></a> Christmas at Thanksgiving<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWu0Ws3QRc0HYaI1QqbqT62WORbfYwUwaerwPjOWhWocga5t15XHs4oDEQbRoPGBG6Hkgt5OsG1FiXjsX_c0KaPtpzSMkMnJZbLqhJ0xCqSgwUjSWea6B53J4iYgNdpUziXpBm/s1600-h/Christmas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274883394241486226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWu0Ws3QRc0HYaI1QqbqT62WORbfYwUwaerwPjOWhWocga5t15XHs4oDEQbRoPGBG6Hkgt5OsG1FiXjsX_c0KaPtpzSMkMnJZbLqhJ0xCqSgwUjSWea6B53J4iYgNdpUziXpBm/s320/Christmas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Exercise Room<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhhVv7madCXVxwjsFeBuuRZF2kgQjHFtGCvGMCWmnP5NNAJ3-osMMHD99hS9Zm27rk99YShA-KrDFYTjiWWWjjyyZkMo3RZW6g52dXwXocN1qYtGg_gvGZk1rMXLZV6f9Ta8p_/s1600-h/Exercise+room.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274883388243965906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhhVv7madCXVxwjsFeBuuRZF2kgQjHFtGCvGMCWmnP5NNAJ3-osMMHD99hS9Zm27rk99YShA-KrDFYTjiWWWjjyyZkMo3RZW6g52dXwXocN1qYtGg_gvGZk1rMXLZV6f9Ta8p_/s320/Exercise+room.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIYmkZxOKAdN5XbihmkQtjZnhGCjGvmQCeYIiAjgeBoR1ZdUl8Gk7l20cUP_-f243Hs5lspL6VOXaSng56n6L-vMSNg2AtHb_eHkM-dLPLqalGTX9snYPH5ZVxmjOgKBeflAP8/s1600-h/grandchildren+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274880631282813554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIYmkZxOKAdN5XbihmkQtjZnhGCjGvmQCeYIiAjgeBoR1ZdUl8Gk7l20cUP_-f243Hs5lspL6VOXaSng56n6L-vMSNg2AtHb_eHkM-dLPLqalGTX9snYPH5ZVxmjOgKBeflAP8/s320/grandchildren+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />All Our Grandchildren<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5aK2F-jpLLdM4A0gp6rOW-S170ESgzmVnZFlLbH0cIPtc5u6gYXv7pjNXGDy9XTifw5Z3LRQp3GSMA1oDGnK4v49MHSPmltMJbvoeIlZ1jCiCDUFsuAq-y1uH7nTz3l9ezqv/s1600-h/grandchildren.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274880611892644578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5aK2F-jpLLdM4A0gp6rOW-S170ESgzmVnZFlLbH0cIPtc5u6gYXv7pjNXGDy9XTifw5Z3LRQp3GSMA1oDGnK4v49MHSPmltMJbvoeIlZ1jCiCDUFsuAq-y1uH7nTz3l9ezqv/s320/grandchildren.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27881869.post-53586710376170214792008-12-01T12:33:00.002-05:002008-12-01T13:18:58.676-05:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9zxe55iBs_zdHgmfvRpBOmAL9PIW10k2AD-S1Gq-nurmxV75YnWJ2XyD3PZP7oe9ugePzsbzUUJ0kkTYHy4OT7dYybc7EpgOo1sjjK_1PFU0wmN9SDwCyIUhqSV0_YI9Cjpkg/s1600-h/Luke+(Christmas).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274877016834511602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9zxe55iBs_zdHgmfvRpBOmAL9PIW10k2AD-S1Gq-nurmxV75YnWJ2XyD3PZP7oe9ugePzsbzUUJ0kkTYHy4OT7dYybc7EpgOo1sjjK_1PFU0wmN9SDwCyIUhqSV0_YI9Cjpkg/s320/Luke+(Christmas).jpg" border="0" /></a> Luke<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAJZmi_QWD3wsQEg3R2XCeA1cHcBvCSIm1Dvwb3kRDZKmw-HJbwRxYwPP8Lrwz_Bz_pIODxfjuDf47Hn9AzYv1O21StniwkyVKs48BJ_UB2SgY-ySmv9ChvNsl4-IMlyIy4AK/s1600-h/Craft+-+Naomi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274877008804261970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuAJZmi_QWD3wsQEg3R2XCeA1cHcBvCSIm1Dvwb3kRDZKmw-HJbwRxYwPP8Lrwz_Bz_pIODxfjuDf47Hn9AzYv1O21StniwkyVKs48BJ_UB2SgY-ySmv9ChvNsl4-IMlyIy4AK/s320/Craft+-+Naomi.jpg" border="0" /></a>Naomi's turkey craft<br />at the Decatur Children's Museum<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieobVTcwSJFGxduPeJWGYsrbyO_NHT0oCEIBXRBY23XJh8OgD7esX6_8dO3LoWX1GLtHoWQBa310mR6gbXiSF20VZ-kqsOmsbu0sSEZpGFdHNBWH0KgVs9NIuaWVogdTBOD4qj/s1600-h/Craft+-+Aaron.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274877001894925330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieobVTcwSJFGxduPeJWGYsrbyO_NHT0oCEIBXRBY23XJh8OgD7esX6_8dO3LoWX1GLtHoWQBa310mR6gbXiSF20VZ-kqsOmsbu0sSEZpGFdHNBWH0KgVs9NIuaWVogdTBOD4qj/s320/Craft+-+Aaron.jpg" border="0" /></a>Aaron's headband craft<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWlU2oMLQwPARnI6W3JApDRBjxYo3ps6h1U2AEpUXgxVwHosP22i6yTqanpN2GS1rOC3X-TpHjViVxdUg6H7oqv3YNFBmryY8phD96J6_Y8VhAHMHOooHouEA-qRbKGWqgak5/s1600-h/Abigail+Twin+Biker.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274876991838584290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWlU2oMLQwPARnI6W3JApDRBjxYo3ps6h1U2AEpUXgxVwHosP22i6yTqanpN2GS1rOC3X-TpHjViVxdUg6H7oqv3YNFBmryY8phD96J6_Y8VhAHMHOooHouEA-qRbKGWqgak5/s320/Abigail+Twin+Biker.jpg" border="0" /></a>A bike for two<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOSK_N9JLrkXvYg1LBkuqvamBCV6x8cVaveTQhzDpcac7smWy5hpTnukLYRqUHNxOO67D_iuyjgh-j5hKB3EAHFIoG81e95uxxpza-c3B8k35LdqFMM_27osCgywYC9qzSuzGj/s1600-h/Aaron+-+Reindeer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274876983257055794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOSK_N9JLrkXvYg1LBkuqvamBCV6x8cVaveTQhzDpcac7smWy5hpTnukLYRqUHNxOO67D_iuyjgh-j5hKB3EAHFIoG81e95uxxpza-c3B8k35LdqFMM_27osCgywYC9qzSuzGj/s320/Aaron+-+Reindeer.jpg" border="0" /></a>Santa's Reindeer<br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>urhishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04465051806672923226noreply@blogger.com0