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I was asked to share a devotional and while honored, also know my wisdom and experience pales in comparison to many ladies that are in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LeAnne's&lt;/span&gt; life. Especially the example of her mom Judy. I am so thankful for their close relationship and friendship and the instruction that her parents and Josh's parents each of them to seek after the Lord. The is no greater accomplishment. My own parenting has been a constant learning process and with each new child I realize how little I only thought I knew. I pray for less of me and my weaknesses so that HE can fill and lead our family. My thoughts to share are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live Fully in the moment. While it is easy to love a sleeping, snuggling, cooing baby. Kisses on warm fuzzy heads &amp;amp; velvet skin. Chubby little fingers, toes and thighs. That breathtaking love so deep that our hearts hurt as they sigh and find utter fulfillment resting on our chests. As those first hours turn into days and then weeks of lack of sleep &amp;amp; showers, crying and dirty diapers, hurting breasts that are barely get a break, the wishing for the next phase of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;babylife&lt;/span&gt; can set in. But that 3, 6, 9-month mark will come all too fast. The time we have to protect, instruct and influence them is short. Lord help us as moms to see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; your eye. To see. To see the gift of each day, hour and moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh Often. My own kids antics can quickly push me over the line of sanity when I stop looking at how can this be funny? When I view questions as interruptions, when I view a tired or sick child as a kink in my day I had planned on paper. As I sit typing this up, I watch our 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rambunctious&lt;/span&gt;, always loud child, slowly and diligently sorting and lining up his crayons in perfect order in his school box. How many moments have I robbed him and myself of joy for being annoyed that the crayons where on the floor and snapped to pick them up. I saw a wall decal just this week that said "Boy: noise covered in dirt." It made me laugh and brought a fresh breath and new retinas for me as I washed clothes covered in sand and cat poop. As I washed boots that had been filled to the brim with gravel, as I had to tell the boys to put on clean underwear, wash their hands, not to wear their socks 2 days in a row, to take the karate outside, that "no we were eating only meat for supper", that if I can smell them from more than 20 feet away from all the grease from them working on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trailer&lt;/span&gt; it didn't matter that it wasn't bedtime, it WAS &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bathtime&lt;/span&gt;. There is a time to laugh and oftentimes it is when we least feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always. This new baby coming into the Hudson's home is going to be a tangible gift of love from God. Babies are so easy to love and overwhelm us with emotions. To love so deeply a child you have only seen for mere seconds. That we have loved since the instant the lines turned pink. From the first kick in mommas tummy. It is an echo of the Lord's heart for each of us. May we follow the Lords &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;instructions&lt;/span&gt; to pursue righteousness in our own hearts as we lead our children to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The parent must always self-parent first, self-preach before child-teach. Christ incarnated in the parent is the only hope of incarnating Christ in the child." - Ann &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Voskamp&lt;/span&gt;. Love produces better results. Love is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jesus's&lt;/span&gt; way. By His example we can see how to gently yet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;passionately&lt;/span&gt; and unselfishly love our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord thank you for the blessing of this baby boy. Not just another child, but another warrior for your Kingdom. Thank you for the gifts you have bestowed in him already. Open the eyes of the Hudson Family to help develop those gifts as you entrust him to their care. May there be plenty of love and laughter even in the days of long nights and overflowing laundry. May Elijah and Maddie take on the role of mentors to their younger sibling. Thank you for the gift of relationships and children. May be love like you love. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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This has been a long and rewarding day that started 23 1/2 hours ago. I got up at 4am to feed Wesley and could not go back to sleep. I did get some much needed quiet time though. I don't sleep well with Allen gone. I saw a sign that made me laugh and thought I might need to write this and put by our door. It said, "Prayer gets you in touch with God, trespassing will get you there quicker." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got some smiles from Mr. Serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613527719220703762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NjBrikaO_lM/TedBuAj1chI/AAAAAAAAAsk/Ou8wdO70xus/s400/IMG_2198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabby gave me a good laugh today when she was playing with Wesley and trying to teach him to say, "Hi!" and then tells me, "I sure hope that when Wesley starts talking he doesn't speak Spanish and does speak English." As if it's already in there we're just waiting to see what comes out. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to briefly see a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/profile.php?id=563655244"&gt;precious friend &lt;/a&gt;who is so amazingly giving much time and love to those affected by the tornado in West Siloam and Joplin. She has such a huge heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Day 1 of the challenge to pray daily for my husband during the month of June, following the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Power-Praying-Wife-Stormie-Omartian/dp/0736919244/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1307000584&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Power of the Praying Wife book&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't start on Chapter 1 because I decided to start where I left off in Chapter 28 - His Self Esteem. This was timely with Allen starting a new job and letting his business go I know he's had some self doubts and yet he knows well what he is doing. I prayed this morning for encouragement for him and confidence not to be shaken. And at noon he called and received a good 2 week report along with the company sending him out to California as a field representative. I am so proud of him. I am so thankful that the Lord gave him a boost in a tangible way and that the new company is seeing so much in him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A &lt;a href="http://smilesandblessings.blogspot.com/"&gt;dear friend &lt;/a&gt;who didn't mind me dropping off the boys half dressed with a bag of clothes in hand and dirty from head to toe, kept them for me to play Lego's and do boy stuff, while the girls and I went to my post baby 6 week follow up appointment now that we are at the 10 week mark. I thought about foregoing it completely since I missed it by a month, however despite the always humbling appointment, I was glad I went. I have so enjoyed the Dr and his staff over the last 11 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the way home the kids and I stopped off at &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/photo.php?fbid=190431830976616&amp;amp;set=a.190431827643283.45820.117381884948278&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;theater"&gt;Barnett's Dairyette &lt;/a&gt;for ice cream and hamburgers....for one last time. Was an added bonus to run into a &lt;a href="http://loveandadoor.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend &lt;/a&gt;and her kiddos there. I found myself even wanting to buy a t-shirt with their name on the front. As if I am a tourist. The old saying, "You don't know what you got until it's gone." is so true for me right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everywhere I look I see things in a different perspective now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much I want to do and then there is the list of things I need to do. I want to get together and have a pot luck with everyone, (all 4 of our friends:), before we leave town. I have been asked by 5 people for info on coupons and shopping in the last 2 weeks and I would like to actually teach a couponing class (I have decided I want a shirt that says I couponed before couponing was cool!) I want to go to the park and let the kids play and go again to the library and and and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allen's Grandma is coming over to spend the day with us tomorrow to hold baby and to help me. I have to say I'm feeling a little uncomfortable with her coming over to do anything but just hang out. Who hands their husband's grandmother a broom and mop and tells her to get busy? Allen told me that MY mom is spoiling him by doing his laundry and cooking for him each night. I thought it was funny that when she does it he considers it spoiling and when I do those things, he calls them, "woman's work". Not to mention that MY mom rubbed RUBBED Allen's feet down with icy hot last night so that after it was on he would not have to get up to wash his hands. Nice. My mom is serving my husband and I'm working Allen's grandma. Talk about feeling like the bad guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabby and I just finished up the craft project I am taking to a swap tomorrow night. And yes, I realize it is 2:30am and yes, I know that most parents do not let their kids stay up this late, and yes, that is why no one calls me for parenting advise:) It was however perfect and much needed one on one time for both of us doing something we love. The hostess, and my dear friend, &lt;a href="http://trishyoumans.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trish&lt;/a&gt; almost crossed me off attending, but I wanted to get to participate with these ladies...just one more time. I did not make cards this time however, instead I made these cute little things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613527722214057890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GzmA83tJK8Y/TedBuLtgZ6I/AAAAAAAAAss/LkhfwEClXSM/s400/IMG_2201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613531087923478626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-InuxZLvwW9A/TedEyF9KgGI/AAAAAAAAAs8/rzvseEO2yWY/s400/close%2Bup%2Bsweet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are 10 sets of 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613527729513288386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eiTUCSbpvHs/TedBum5x0sI/AAAAAAAAAs0/0u2ToYTbTUU/s400/IMG_2202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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Satan knows us. He knows what our destiny is and he knows how to cut deep to discourage us. He won’t bring adversity and pain to us just once, and he isn't random in those attacks. If you’ll look at your hurts, there is a theme to his attacks, to make sure we get the message loud and clear. It starts with our own parents, friends and peers, strangers, and then it carries over into our marriages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think for a minute if you have ever had any of these thoughts towards yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not good enough&lt;br /&gt;Someone else does it better&lt;br /&gt;No one will miss me&lt;br /&gt;If I were a better wife or mom or Christian I would be loved more&lt;br /&gt;I feel lonely and I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;I wish I did not want to be romanced&lt;br /&gt;If people knew the real me they would not love me.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not worthy of being loved&lt;br /&gt;Every time I open myself up I get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be a burden&lt;br /&gt;No one ever chooses me 1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal message started being memorized. “I am not enough to absolutely be head over heels in love with, to be set aside as precious and valued. If those that know me best do not love me, what is wrong with me? How can God delight in me when he knows me completely? How can I trust Him that I’m of value to Him? Am I second choice? Does He love me because He has to? Am I worth the effort?" Almost as if living in a world where I’m just waiting for everyone to grown tired and leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so much easier to believe these statements than the truth which is that we are wonderful, beautiful, delighted in, loved, protected, and desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been identifying and praying about stepping out into our callings and to go forth. It is powerful to identify the theme of destroying messages in our lives so that we are quick to separate and recognize each individual spiritual battle we are in rather than accepting it to be truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with your current situations of hurt, then work your way backwards. What is the message that has been etched on your heart that is so hard to shake? Think about the desires of your heart. What adversity comes your way when you follow in obedience to your calling? Think about your love language. These can all be tools used to come against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hearts passion has long been to encourage and uplift other women. Each time I have stepped out to lead a study or speak, that is when I feel the heat. My love language is words, and I can live off a compliment for weeks. But it is by words that I’m also deeply wounded. My attacks have been through words from friends, family, my husband, and most often myself. Those I trust the most. Satan will bring up my own flaws and failures so that I start questioning what I even have to offer other women. Choosing to back off and fly below the radar. Unnoticed. Uneffective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in our failures, the Lord can use us and has a plan. Through my own flaws and trials I hope that other women will be encouraged that they are not alone. 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Lots of rain, terrible floods, the Joplin tornado and the reminder of a promise from a loving God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612763450646757138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCQNGOSlLoU/TeSKnuQYfxI/AAAAAAAAArA/dT21QS26ITI/s400/IMG_2169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last get together of the year and probably the last time for me to have tea with ladies from our homeschool group. I have been so blessed by such wonderful women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612763454651410146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KdxtKFJ_6as/TeSKn9LKpuI/AAAAAAAAArI/GLOoKtp4N58/s400/IMG_2181.JPG" /&gt;Brian and Wyatt playing "Cops". Brian looking into Wyatt's eyes with the flashlight asked, "Have you had anything to drink today?" Wyatt told him, "Chocolate milk". Then Brian asked him, "have you thrown gasoline on yourself or anyone else today." :) &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612763454751905570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QVq2OCxh434/TeSKn9jIFyI/AAAAAAAAArQ/rO1g6GbD4uo/s400/cops.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wyatt (yes this is his current uniform of choice most days because he daddy has an outfit just like this). Wyatt repurposed Allen's ear protectors that he wears while shooting. They are now for blocking out bossy sisters and crying baby.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 355px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612763456058603554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HRuqv3LUF1A/TeSKoCaquCI/AAAAAAAAArY/Czek62hiwbM/s400/IMG_2184.JPG" /&gt;Year End Pizza Party for the Elementary Homeschool Group. I feel so honored that I got to serve as the coordinator for the past 2 years. I also was choked up most of the day thinking this was probably the last night my kids would get to spend time with a lot of these families.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UE8IqYyQ8QE/TeSLJo8BXTI/AAAAAAAAArg/HMf9QZVyvVg/s1600/IMG_2189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612764033334730034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UE8IqYyQ8QE/TeSLJo8BXTI/AAAAAAAAArg/HMf9QZVyvVg/s400/IMG_2189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Lord for another month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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The words, “would you be willing to share? Could just as easily have said, “Are you ready to risk adversity and open yourself up to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt;’s attacks and the Lord honoring your obedience with growth by stretching and pruning you?” I prayed about it and felt like I could do this and know upfront I was prepared for the trials should they come. I slowly typed in “yes”, and then hit the “send” button. It was as if that very action set in motion the start of an intense battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I thought I knew I was going to be able to easily share regarding the insights I have gained from this book; all uplifting to encourage other ladies, became even more personal for me. There are 3 chapters specifically that really spoke to me and followed just what we’&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been talking about over the past year. Those 3 chapters are: Haunted by a question, Wounded, and A Special Hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our 1st gathering for &lt;a href="http://www.awakeningcenternwa.net/healing-the-daughters-of-zion/"&gt;Healing the Daughters of Zion&lt;/a&gt;, Tammy encouraged us to search our childhood hearts and remember our dreams and desires. Challenging us to come out of the dessert and dry land and to walk boldly into that promised land of milk and honey. To be aware that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; will attack the very area that we are called to follow in order make us feel disqualified, shamed and worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we each have different destiny’s to fulfill, we all start with a common question on our hearts, “Am I Captivating? Am I lovely? Do you see me? Do you want to see me?” We see this search starting in every young girls heart, trying to gain attention from their family and especially from their daddy. Playing dress up, dancing, singing etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we grow up. We give up on our hearts desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women are tired. Drained. But it's not from a life of shared adventures. No, the weariness of women comes from lives that are crammed with routine, with chores, with hundreds of demands. As &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chekov&lt;/span&gt; said, "any idiot can face a crisis. It's the day to day living that wears you out." Somehow, somewhere between our youth of yesterday, efficiency has taken the place of adventure. Most women do not feel they are playing an irreplaceable role in a great Story. Oh, no. We struggle to know if we matter at all. If we are at home, we feel ashamed we don't have a "real life" in the outside world. We are swallowed by laundry. If we have a career, we feel as though we are missing out on more important matters like marriage and children. We are swallowed by meetings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most women doubt very much that they have any genuine beauty to unveil. It is, in fact, our deepest doubt. When it comes to the issues surrounding beauty, we vacillate between striving and resignation. New diets, new outfits, new hair color. Work out; work on your life; try this discipline or that new program for self-improvement. Oh, forget it. Who cares anyway? Put up a shield and get on with life. Hide. Hide in busyness; hide in church activities; hide in depression. There is nothing captivating about me. Certainly not inside me. I'll be lucky to pull it off on the outside." - &lt;em&gt;Captivating, pg 44-45 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Do you feel beautiful and captivating with your husband? Strangers? Friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each pass in front of the mirror we are quickly reminded of each of our outside flaws and while those we can often hide with a new dress, an pretty lipstick, it is that deep heart loss and void that is almost too much to hope for fulfillment. But why the hurt and emptiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Eve, was easily enchanted with the lies of the enemy and how quickly she was convinced that God was not on her side and had her best in mind. She decided to take control for herself. And because of the Fall, the Curse on women was to have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;, want control and be dominated by man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't our deepest heartaches &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;relational&lt;/span&gt;? Don't we all feel the hairs on the backs of our necks rustle when we feel vulnerable? How many times have you felt trapped or hurt and instantly that anger surges up inside and the need to take control, be on top, not look like the fool taken over? But by trying to push down that vulnerability we end up loosing our alluring, tender, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;feminine&lt;/span&gt; and merciful characteristics. Our world in today often rewards the "Get it done, in control" woman. However, consider that this is not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; living and a lack of trust in God. It is robbing the world of the precious self we are trying to hide and protect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also the opposite pendulum swing of the desolate woman. Hiding from being noticed, never speaking up, not building relationships because they could end up hurting us. Quietly slipping into nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start to indulge in little things trying to fulfill our hearts, shopping, eating, gambling, drinking, cleaning, working, working out, novels, movies, affairs. Or do we go to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt; and comfortable self-doubt, condemning, shamed thoughts of ourselves? Giving our hearts away rather than giving them over to God. It make take the pain away for a brief time but it is creating an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;addiction&lt;/span&gt; stronger than drugs to go back to that same place for fulfillment. Losing touch with our hearts and our longing for God. What do you go when that ache in your heart shows up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know we are not what we are meant to be. We all fear that we'll be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; known and then we'll not be loved. But rather than during our hearts back to the Lord and asking him to answer these haunting questions, we turn to other things and people who will hurt us and then we have an ongoing cycle that never fulfills that longing in us. We each set ourselves up for terrible heartbreak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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Allen was physically and mentally worn down. He had a couple of job offers in Tulsa, OK and while I didn't say no, I, in my best non-outwardly-hormonal-just-had-a-5th-baby-hysterical are you crazy?-way, relayed that if we were going to be moving, I would prefer it not be to a large town in which we knew absolutely no one. Please. Honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have tried to move closer to my family on a couple occasions however the doors have never opened and we had in turn all but given up on that as an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2 weeks ago we sent out a couple of applications to Kansas and within a weeks time Allen had 2 interviews and one offer. He agreed to take the job, although my heart ached to think of him taking a job that is not in line with his interest just to pay the bills. And it was a wonderful company and a good fit for many men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to Kansas just 2 days ago to go thru orientation and a drug test. He had planned to leave to come home by noon. However, my sister asked to take Gabby shopping for the afternoon so Allen decided to stay there for the afternoon. Shortly after noon, the 2nd company he had interviewed with called and asked to meet him again, without even knowing he was in town that day. God is a God of the 11th hour. That 2nd company offered a long term vision in the line of work that Allen is versed in, with better hours for our family and better pay. So yesterday he accepted this opportunity and Monday he will be starting. It just so happened that Friday the transmission on his glass truck went out. Almost as if to stay, it is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many loose ends and of course the kids and I will be staying here until everything is ironed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two weeks have left me spinning. At our last months Healing the Daughters of Zion bible study, Tammy shared that God prunes out of our lives what is replacing Him in our hearts. Then one early morning I was feeding baby and having a little T.D. Jakes time and he talked on that same subject. Repeated messages made me wonder what God had in store for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would think that I would be excited to move home and closer to my parents, who my dad was recently diagnosed with Leukemia, and my two sisters and brother and their families. To get to mend and build relationships with those I haven't had the chance to do so. For our kids to have a extended family close by. Not to mention the hope of having an actual date night compliments of grandma. But there was a pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly discovered what the Lord was pruning me of….my comfort zone, my friends, my little homeschool supporting, Christian community. I felt an intense grieving. The verse a neighbor close by is better than a brother far away had become a way of life for us. Our friends and community had become our family. There is nothing wrong with that. However, I also realized that I had allowed my friends to replace the Lord as my priority in times of trouble. I would run to them sometimes before I had really spent some time in prayer about issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in my tears I had a vision of standing alone, naked before the Lord with only Him to clothe me with love. I had based a lot of my worth, my joy, my importance on the level of admiration I received from my friends. I found myself now being stripped away of my safety net. How could I possibly move somewhere that I may be seen as an outcast for being too religious? How could I move and start over, being a no one, having few friends? No large homeschool group with activities for the kids. The Lord will remove from our lives whatever is replacing him, if we will hand him the pruning sheers and trust that He knows the best design. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be placed in a position to quiet my soul and find my worth in HIM. I'm closing the door on one very wonderfully blessed season in my life and praying that as I move into this next season that it is God's perfect timing to use us to fulfill His plans for our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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"It's just too cold and dirty". We saw these adorable necklaces at a friend's booth at a craft fair this summer. We were smitten immediately and happily bought a couple of sets. The girls loved mixing and matching their caps, but quickly decided they would like more options. They also thought this was the answer to their business woes and decided to put together their own creations. Hope you will look and enjoy and let us know if you would like to purchase any for yourself or as a sweet girls gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prices:&lt;br /&gt;$3.00 per necklace or bracelet, this is a stretchy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;choker&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;$2.00 per &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bottle cap&lt;/span&gt; or 6 for $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bottle cap&lt;/span&gt; has a super strong magnet that attaches to the necklace and can be interchanged with other choker colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Initials&lt;/span&gt; Collection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TNmn2y9IHBI/AAAAAAAAAqc/IZTkZcnxy0k/s1600/Initials.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537641776661666834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TNmn2y9IHBI/AAAAAAAAAqc/IZTkZcnxy0k/s400/Initials.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello Kitty Collection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TNmn2VgSrKI/AAAAAAAAAqU/DXT3pUnmMZU/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537641768756096162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TNmn2VgSrKI/AAAAAAAAAqU/DXT3pUnmMZU/s400/IMG_1961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cherry Collection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TNmn2Ni8v6I/AAAAAAAAAqM/FZeklFjuyFA/s1600/IMG_1960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537641766619758498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TNmn2Ni8v6I/AAAAAAAAAqM/FZeklFjuyFA/s400/IMG_1960.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Owl Collection: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TNmnpP9bxUI/AAAAAAAAAqE/GOSM2NiQW8Y/s1600/IMG_1959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537641543929414978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TNmnpP9bxUI/AAAAAAAAAqE/GOSM2NiQW8Y/s400/IMG_1959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cupcake Collection:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TNmno5LFPDI/AAAAAAAAAp8/iJ0TTtmDd9A/s1600/IMG_1958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537641537812642866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TNmno5LFPDI/AAAAAAAAAp8/iJ0TTtmDd9A/s400/IMG_1958.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funky Monkey Collection:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TNmnoW2TAFI/AAAAAAAAAp0/nA__b9veWso/s1600/IMG_1957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537641528598659154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TNmnoW2TAFI/AAAAAAAAAp0/nA__b9veWso/s400/IMG_1957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plaid &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jammin&lt;/span&gt;' Collection:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TNmnoN29YtI/AAAAAAAAAps/nOKEcA-cNrg/s1600/IMG_1956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537641526185517778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TNmnoN29YtI/AAAAAAAAAps/nOKEcA-cNrg/s400/IMG_1956.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TNmnntFZ6LI/AAAAAAAAApk/_mREq-rrmdw/s1600/IMG_1955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537641517387737266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TNmnntFZ6LI/AAAAAAAAApk/_mREq-rrmdw/s400/IMG_1955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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Simple Abundance. It is a daily devotional that challenged me to be thankful and find joy in the simple things of life. I kept a journal adding 5 things a day to be thankful for. Over the years, I have went thru that journal a couple of different times, with each pass adding to the list. One of my 5 entries for Oct 21, 2000 was "I decide what affects me." I enjoyed this process so much that I have added it to our family's suppertime tradition. We have index cards labeled for each day of the year and the nights we all sit down together for supper, we go around the table and voice something we are thankful for and I jot them down. As the years have past it is fun to read back on previous years entries such as...thankful for thick pillows, common everyday tasks and ibuprofen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TL5Fl1jlXcI/AAAAAAAAApc/7jEaBf3MPXU/s1600/Simple+Abundance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TL5Fl1jlXcI/AAAAAAAAApc/7jEaBf3MPXU/s400/Simple+Abundance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529933908791352770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is more than just fun though, it is biblical. As Christians, we have a lot to be thankful for. I came across this article by Rev Andrew Cammenga, from Fl regarding the Chapter of Psalms 75:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week is almost past. Only seven days but it represents over 600,000 seconds, and in each one the Lord had to provide us with life and all the big and little things which we needed. When David thinks of this he exclaims: "How precious are thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture wrestles with words to give expression to a heart filled with thankfulness to God. It speaks of "making music" to the Lord, and of "singing" His praise. It chooses such words as "tell," "declare" and "boast." In our text the word "thanks" is used, which in the original means "to stretch out the hand," "to point with the finger," The meaning is significant for it suggests that we go through life and point to all that we have and say, "This is of the Lord, and that is of Him, and that, and that..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God's people there is even more to life than that all gifts and experiences come from God; our text tells us that in everything God's name is near. In every gift, great or small, in every experience of joy or soorrow God brings Himself close to us in faithfulness and love. This fellowship with God brings truest joy. It assures us that all God's gifts are directed to our hope and joy in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we point to the gifts and experiences of the past week and remember that God gave them in Love, we'll have something to talk and sing about. Praise the Lord, O my soul!&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the 1st several days it is easy to think of things to be thankful for...our family, friends, homes, day 30 isn't as easy. It is a retraining of our minds to purposely seek out the little things that are commonly taken for granted in our busy lives. I challenge you for at least 30 days, to jot down 5 things a day you are thankful for. Ask God to open your eyes and heart and be ready to point those out to your kids and others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 5 today are: &lt;br /&gt;1. Fresh deer steak for supper&lt;br /&gt;2. Potatoes that were in the oven in plenty of time to be soft all the way thru&lt;br /&gt;3. The strawberry cake our neighbor blessed us with.&lt;br /&gt;4. For finding the super soft fleece blanket to snuggle up with Wyatt.&lt;br /&gt;5. Black Cherry Koolaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm....4 out of 5 things revolve around food.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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This is the little man helping me wash all the wood railings down 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TL3bKWCk_6I/AAAAAAAAAoc/mDfPXlI3_P4/s1600/IMG_1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TL3bKWCk_6I/AAAAAAAAAoc/mDfPXlI3_P4/s1600/IMG_1697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529816235687088418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TL3akXFRESI/AAAAAAAAAn0/sDPGVgLO8UM/s400/IMG_1689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;And After:  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529820172011747762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TL3eJfCMubI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ck8rG5q6gEY/s400/IMG_1712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gabby turned 9 years old. Although I took the cake decorating classes so that I could make some lovely cakes for my kiddos birthdays, I was turned down for the job as she wanted to do her own cake. I printed off the directions and she did it all including switching out the correct tips. She is by far more creative and talented than I. (it's a pony).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529816888242405282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TL3bKWCk_6I/AAAAAAAAAoc/mDfPXlI3_P4/s400/IMG_1697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer sunburns :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all slathered down with lotion and all out for the same amount of time. Makensie has my skin and got it the worst. She turned red, pink and then back to translucent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529816248128663634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TL3alFbkcFI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Rn8JHpmderM/s400/IMG_1696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gabby turned a nice warm tan and peeled a little on her shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529816246250333186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TL3ak-bvZAI/AAAAAAAAAoE/HVvTU55CrCA/s400/IMG_1695.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian got tan and had a bajillion little blisters on his shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529816240395520546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TL3akon2CiI/AAAAAAAAAn8/hKgUClHlWeQ/s400/IMG_1693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoyed a beautiful rainbow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529820160470626866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TL3eI0ClMjI/AAAAAAAAAos/g3effzHbHQA/s400/IMG_1704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made a short notice wedding cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 379px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529820165238836642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TL3eJFzaTaI/AAAAAAAAAo0/t-06BK46vjw/s400/IMG_1707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worked at a fund raiser for 4H. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529820157357530370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TL3eIocXHQI/AAAAAAAAAok/mr1JXlt7YBQ/s400/IMG_1703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attended a night of ministry where the gentleman tamed a wild horse in front of us in less than 2 minutes and correlated it to scripture.  It was amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529820176720601586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TL3eJwk4IfI/AAAAAAAAApE/SCQ5KTCVW1E/s400/IMG_1717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took in an area fireworks display.  Notice Allen wearing a sweatshirt while the rest of us were sweating!  Come to find out he was on the verge of heat stroke.  It was a long hot summer for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529820742737232098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TL3eqtJwgOI/AAAAAAAAApM/lfQOcGKFiKg/s400/IMG_1721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So went the month of June.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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And if you haven't I highly encourage you to get it.  Not just to get another book, but to read it and commit to praying.  I personally had grown lax about &lt;a href="http://suzannegriffin.blogspot.com/2007/09/pray-without-ceasing.html"&gt;praying daily for Allen.  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have had the opportunity to get more involved with a women's ministry and food pantry to serve others.  I admitted up front my fears.  Every time I have stepped out to put myself out there for any kind of leadership or service for the Lord, I get attacked.  Satan attacks me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; words as these are my love language.  Give me a heart felt compliment and I'll love ya and can survive for weeks on it.  But just as devastating are words filled with hatred and lies and slander.  Satan is like a wolf in sheep's clothes.  He appears to be innocent and good until you are taken in.  He has attacked in the form of friends, women who were leading a women's ministry at church, family, strangers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed that I would recognize any attack and be ready for any more onslaught of condemning words that cause doubt.  Satan my not be wise, but he is cunning.  Attacking from angles we did not prepare or foresee.  Creeping in slowly so as to go unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to challenge all you wives to be on your knees before the Lord each and every day as you commit your marriage and husband to the Lord.  Satan is in full force to come against marriages that are doing something good for the kingdom.  I am recommitting to be the praying wife that my husband needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of the prayers from her book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Reputation&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, I pray that (husband's name) will have a reputation that is untarnished.  I know that a man if often valued "by what others say of him" (Prov 27:21), so I pray that he will be respected in our town and people will speak highly of him.  You've said in Your Word that "a curse without cause shall not alight" (Prov 26:2).  I pray that there would never be any reason for bad things to be said of him.  Keep him out of legal entanglements.  Protect us from lawsuits and criminal proceedings.  Deliver those who rise up to do him harm (Psalm 59:1).  Fight against those who fight against him (Psalm 35:1).  In You, O Lord, we put our trust.  Let us never be put to shame (Psalm 71:1).  If You are for us, who can be against us (Romans 8:31)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Word says that "a good tree cannot bear bad fruit, nor can a bad tree bear good fruit.  Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire" (Matt 7:18-19).   I pray that my husband will bear good fruit out of the goodness that is within him, and that he will be known by the good that he does.  May the fruits of honesty, trustworthiness, and humility sweeten all his dealings, so that his reputation will never be spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preserve his life from the enemy, hide him from the secret counsel of the wicked.  Pull him out of any net which has been laid for him (Psalm 31:4).  Keep him safe from the evil of gossiping mouths.  Where there has been ill spoken of him, touch the lips of those who it with Your refining fire.  Let the responsibility of those involved be revealed.  Let them be ashamed and brought to confusion who seek to destroy his life; let them be driven backward and brought to dishonor who wish him evil (Psalm 40:14).  May he trust in You and not be afraid of what man can do to him (Psalm 56:11).  For You have said whoever believes in You will not be put to shame (Romans 10:11).  Lead him, guide him, and be his mighty fortress and hiding place.  May his light so shine before men that they see his good works and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;glorify&lt;/span&gt; You, Lord (Matt 5:16)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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I thought I had lost it, but had to come to terms with what I envision as my ministry quite honestly may never come to be.  I have found myself this past year drained from the many responsibilities I hold as just a mom and wife.  It has been a difficult year to sit by and willingly have to give up my hope to reach out and minister to women.  A dream I have long had.  A purpose I felt that I was on the road to fulfilling.  I gained so much joy from being involved with activities where I was in the position to personally touch another ladies heart and life.  I thought this was my calling, my destiny to follow.  And maybe it will be someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I always want to put into other women, I so often find myself back at square one in my own heart.  Asking that same question, am I really of worth to the Lord?  Does He see me?  Does He hear ME?  Who am I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devotional book I decided to finally pick up and study, that was on the list 2 years ago thru our moms group, is about Homemaking.  I honestly felt more exhausted and discouraged after the 1st chapter and study questions than when I started.  It seemed to magnify my doubts.  Yes, &lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults2.php?tp=50&amp;amp;book_id=1&amp;amp;c=1&amp;amp;passage1=Genesis+1%3A26&amp;amp;version1=9"&gt;Genesis 1:26&lt;/a&gt; tells us that we females were created in the image of God.  But am I the only one who feels like an afterthought sometimes?  God created man and then woman to complete the man?  Maybe it's because I'm daughter to one and wife to another man who sees women this way.  Maybe it is all my own insecurities.  I want to be loved, desired and known by the Lord, but in my own failures and weaknesses and lack of who I want to be, what is left for Him to want me?  My head knows the correct answers and my heart has experienced such a closeness to Him at times, it is difficult for me to be patient and wait during the seasons of His seemingly silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does the guilt and the doubts come from?  It is the whisper of the enemy.  Always.  I know that the Lord knows how many hairs on on my head, but was it His &lt;em&gt;desire&lt;/em&gt; for me to be or just that He knew my parents would choose children.  How am I unique to show of Him image?  What can I bring to this world that 7 billion other people do not?  I guess that is what is the heart of a lot of women, the desire to be wanted, to be needed and to feel special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to step back and understand that my ministries to women, starts in my own home.  How can I give to others what I have not 1st given to the 2 most important ladies in my life?  How can I share with them the importance of their lives and the deep love the Lord has for them, when I doubt my own?  What if all I am ever called to be is a mom and wife?  Will that be enough?  Would I not be so pleased if that were the roles my girls fulfilled?  There is a book that was recommended that is next on my list.  "When all you ever wanted, isn't enough." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a reader, possibly the world's slowest reader, but a reader all the same.  God is always perfect in His timing.  Whispering to me the truth thru friends, songs, His word and the words of others.  In the Homeschool book I'm reading (still) this very week I read the passage she wrote of the same reference in Genesis 1:26.  She asks the question, If so many individuals are created in the image of God, from the beginning of time until now, it just goes to show how vast and complex  our God is.   "Because we are all created to bear God's image in a unique manner, there is so much that we can learn from one another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another confirmation in perfect timing.  I picked up a book, "Captivating" by John and Stasi Eldredge at a yard sale, who knows how long ago, and lately have been recommended it several times.  I started it this weekend.  I'll give you one guess as to what the 1st chapter delves into?  Of course, being the image of God, as a woman.  If as women we are designed to have a heart filled with love, nurturing, grace, softness and all the qualities that women behold, then this is part of our God as well.  Just as in the Old Testament God was bold and firm and strict and full of laws 1st, then came the covenant of Grace.  So He created male and female, both in His own image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote out of this book that jumped out at me, "I know I am not alone in this nagging sense of failing to measure up, a feeling of not being good enough as a woman.  Every woman I've ever met feels it - something deeper than just the sense of failing at what she does.  An underlying, gut feeling of failing at who she is.  The result is Shame, the universal companion of women." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've come full circle from living the shame and wanting more, to having a heart for women who share the shame to know more, but not sharing because I wear the same badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, who am I as you see me?  Open my heart and eyes and mouth at the perfect time.  Help me to raise godly young women who know their worth in you.  May I fulfill the role you have for me.  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This is actually the 3rd one they caught. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBDwqyUcWsI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/SjYOhc2YFq8/s1600/IMG_1573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481145364362582722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBDwqyUcWsI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/SjYOhc2YFq8/s400/IMG_1573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our new little kitten, Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481145358659946290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBDwqdE1BzI/AAAAAAAAAmI/bDe6gb89ruc/s400/IMG_1594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby's early birthday present of Project Runway Design Gallery, which she is loving. Right up her alley....but hopefully she chooses not to wear the clothes she is designing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481143502527664626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBDu-acaEfI/AAAAAAAAAmA/rvR1oS0J3EQ/s400/IMG_1597.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 pairs of underwear on the boy, 17 pairs of underwear.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481143499134221618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBDu-NzWPTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/ogwgO_etvis/s400/IMG_1600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481148165860912946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBDzN2tsbzI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-jL0yfMiWbI/s400/CHESS_Graduation_2010071+.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481143489748877906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBDu9q1tQlI/AAAAAAAAAlw/eWS7S9bvVH8/s400/IMG_1602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballet Performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481143478820132658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBDu9CIF1zI/AAAAAAAAAlo/JDvTKlR8jYY/s400/IMG_1603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey I shrunk the kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481141102456953090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBDsyte9WQI/AAAAAAAAAlY/-xxnL-lM4us/s400/IMG_1608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new tenement on wheels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481141088625845858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBDsx59XZmI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/LS-XehDc44U/s400/IMG_1611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful! And as you can see under the cabinets right above Wyatt's head is the 8 track player that still works and we even acquired an entire collection of 8 track tapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481141078488691202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBDsxUMesgI/AAAAAAAAAlI/LYHbQtVQgGw/s400/IMG_1616.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now don't go gettin attached, cuz we'll be takin it with us when we leave here next month."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Cousin Eddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481141071537916066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBDsw6TSSKI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ry97j3zLX8I/s400/IMG_1615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookies for a soldier coming home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481141059088541666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBDswL7H5-I/AAAAAAAAAk4/33CurR3Zg9g/s400/IMG_1619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481137970000764802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBDp8YLNH4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/0UVu5r2we54/s400/IMG_1620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summertime with friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481137961453333602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBDp74VVrGI/AAAAAAAAAko/gexp5Y3FH_M/s400/IMG_1621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious niece on the Merry Go Round....I didn't know if it was ever going to stop:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481137956936435874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBDp7ngbSKI/AAAAAAAAAkg/XfQcxwVUXfU/s400/IMG_1624.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Impromptu Birthday Party at Grandma's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481137954392088978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBDp7eBzoZI/AAAAAAAAAkY/-za5_WsrMIs/s400/IMG_1642.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian's 1st plane ride:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481151536976217986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBD2SFGNx4I/AAAAAAAAAmw/K2DlUodkphc/s400/IMG_1671.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Safely on the Ground again in his cowboy boots, with Grandpa John and Aunt Gina:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBDp6hxelnI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Np18AQwJd2c/s1600/IMG_1688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481137938217473650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/TBDp6hxelnI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Np18AQwJd2c/s400/IMG_1688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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So far the first several chapters have been more for me as a person than anything about homeschooling.  Talking about integrity, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;servant hood&lt;/span&gt;, humility and obedience.  Obedience is nothing new for any parent, but I can always learn from others.  I used to think that self-control, or the lack of, was at the core of most of my problems I bring on myself.  But the author challenged me to see it as a slave to self, full of pride.  Disobedience to the will of God.  That cuts deep.  It is honestly so much easier to say I had lost self control and over ate than it is to admit that I committed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gluttony&lt;/span&gt; and disobeyed God's will for my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus in the garden was tore between his flesh and his will and his Father's will.  "If there is any way this cup can pass, if there is any way You can get me out of this, do it!"  "Nevertheless not My will but Thine be done." And He prayed it not just once, but 3 times. - (That's a summary:) &lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Matthew+26%3A39-44&amp;amp;version1=45"&gt;Matthew 26:39-44&lt;/a&gt; So the victory that took place on the cross was because of Christ choosing to serve and have ultimate obedience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it goes with letting our children disobey.  It is never the easy thing  to stop and correct our kids, or at least for me it's not.  I do not like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disciplining&lt;/span&gt; them.  I do not like taking things away and seeing their sad little faces.  I'm the mom, isn't it my job to love and protect them to the ends of the earth?  I often fear I look like a hypocrite with my own shortcomings as I am still striving to have my life reflect more of Christ's characteristics.  This has been my own arch enemy in doubting if I even have a right to correct the kids at time.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have often gained their obedience with bribes, or asked each individual child to do the chores they are already good at or enjoy.  But this is for my own comfort level, so that there is no butting of heads.  But there is also no true &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;uncomfortableness&lt;/span&gt; to reach their hearts to become genuine servers and die to their own self will and build their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obedience&lt;/span&gt; muscles.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My desire is not that my kids help keep a clean home, but that they have joyful hearts when asked to serve in our home.  The very heart of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;servant hood&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obedience&lt;/span&gt; is humility.  A quality that will be seen in the way we live our lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is only by God's grace with me that I can learn to to apologize to the kids when I am disobedient.   I am slowly growing more confident and keeping the end in sight as we fall and get back up to run the race we are called to finish.  I pray that I will be a better example to my children to teach by my walk rather than by my talk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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It was fabulous.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467265095931431602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S9-go0_iirI/AAAAAAAAAjA/P-7VbXNpCbE/s400/IMG_1503.JPG" /&gt;Keys:  It's what's always in his pocket.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467263438339245858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S9-fIV-xByI/AAAAAAAAAiY/IsH5aTTf9sQ/s400/IMG_1514.JPG" /&gt;Two baby kittens and one tired momma.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467263435785414066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S9-fIMd4pbI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ZQhmGzYXl9g/s400/IMG_1528.JPG" /&gt;Airing up the tires.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467263428982478642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S9-fHzH8FzI/AAAAAAAAAiI/pRkLycYbCVc/s400/IMG_1533.JPG" /&gt;Night out with girlfriends.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467263415574988354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S9-fHBLWBkI/AAAAAAAAAiA/aO3iNkFdUGg/s400/IMG_1546.JPG" /&gt;Afternoon of fishing.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467263411395869538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S9-fGxm9u2I/AAAAAAAAAh4/As0JbHSh62c/s400/IMG_1549.JPG" /&gt;5 little monkeys, jumping&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467261877720715506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S9-dtgOUEPI/AAAAAAAAAhw/LPlzB3njAyI/s400/IMG_1552.JPG" /&gt;Last time with our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JBU&lt;/span&gt; gals for this semester.  We all love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; and Tori.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467261872618741698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S9-dtNN6H8I/AAAAAAAAAho/NWBQwcOCEp8/s400/IMG_1558.JPG" /&gt;We don't do a lot of art, but this was the Spotted Leopard Frog and Gabby had to add a full background to the printout. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467261863463199074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S9-dsrHDoWI/AAAAAAAAAhg/jW2KHQvxg9E/s400/IMG_1561.JPG" /&gt;Studied &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Neutrals&lt;/span&gt; in art today and viewed some of &lt;a href="http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=Escher+artist&amp;amp;FORM=IGRE&amp;amp;qpvt=Escher+artist#"&gt;Escher's&lt;/a&gt; work. (One of my favorites.)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467261857511713234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S9-dsU8HKdI/AAAAAAAAAhY/SvbwhtJn9dA/s400/IMG_1562.JPG" /&gt;This is Gabby's.  She cut out all the pieces, even the dog's legs are individually cut and glued.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467265961342609330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S9-hbM5pJ7I/AAAAAAAAAjw/jUwBWCRQrLo/s400/IMG_1563.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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That was we can play with her forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliments of our new neighbor we just met 1 hour ago: Can Gabby stay all night tonight?  It's my daughter's birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliments of our new neighbor at 9pm (we just met 4 hour earlier):  Do you have any chicken nuggets?  My daughter doesn't want to eat what I cooked for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby:  What's wrong with her boobs?&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's what happens when you don't wear a bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliments of our new neighbor at the 22 hour mark:  Can you  babysit for the girls this afternoon?  I need to go run some errands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25  hour mark:  Since you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; anyway, can you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; my son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliments of the 7 year old neighbor girl:  My mom wants to know if you can come over and talk to her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, can she come over here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl:  She wants to know if you can start babysitting us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (only in my head) I thought I already was.  And I thought both of your parents didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliments of the 5 year old neighbor:  The police have been to our house before and arrested my dad.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliments of the 7 year old:  Can I play now or do you want me to come back later?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (only in my head) I'm guessing it's only to be both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning home and finding my front door wide open and the neighbor girls waiting across the street for us to get home:&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Did you see anyone come over? &lt;br /&gt;Them:  No.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Was my door open all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Them:  Yes.  But don't worry, we walked &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; and made sure that there were no robbers here and nothing was missing.&lt;br /&gt;Me: thanks.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliments from our new neighbor girl after playing at our house for about an hour:  My mom said to ask you that if you have to go anywhere if you would wait until they get home.  They went to run errands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;__________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord unto the least of these.  Help me remember that all these kids want to be at our home for a reason.  Help me keep my heart and home open to witness of you.  Give me patience and grace and love for them as if they were my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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This past year has been a challenge to stick with the type of schedule that my life showcased before. My dear friend Adelia, recently shared with a ladies group her control journal and I thought I would update what we are doing. Since I have taken on the office for our business, life doesn't always fit into nice neat little boxes that I can carve out and say, "from 10-noon is my work time" because when the phone rings, that is my work time. I often have to forward the phones to my cell phone when I leave the house. Which doesn't always make for the best play dates. And then if I forget to take care of something when I get home it makes it harder to fix. If I leave and transfer phones to Allen, then he has appointments and work orders started that I don't know about and we can get double booked or loose information. Our whole system needs tweaking. So I don't get to come and go freely or have the casual time with friends or even the kids as I would like because the office is always looming in the background.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have went to block scheduling and a lot more flexibility than what we've known in years past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:30-7:30 - Pray, coffee, print off invoices for the day, check calendar, emails, shower, start breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:30-8:00 - Wake kids and have breakfast, clean up table, start 1st load of laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:00-11:30 - School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11:30-1:00 - lunch, clean up, switch out laundry - free time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:00-3:30 - Core work, projects etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3:30-4:00 - Snacks, clean up, switch out laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4:00-5:00 - House Blessing-&lt;br /&gt;5:00-6:00 - Make supper with kid of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6:00-7:00 - supper, clean up, switch out laundry, after supper chores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:00-9:00 - Family Time/movie/games/dates/baths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:00- Kids tucked in, ,mom reads, prayers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:30-10:30 paperwork, time with Allen, misc tasks, time for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is all flexible. Sometimes, school gets finished from 7-9pm because we've had errands or lots of phone calls during the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?key=t6affzYdVplg4NNUVgkKS8Q&amp;amp;single=true&amp;amp;gid=0&amp;amp;output=html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a link to Makensie's chore chart, I print off one for each kid and the girls love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my many areas of failure is my housework. I am not a naturally skilled at this. I tried the &lt;a href="http://flylady.net/"&gt;Flylady&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://largefamilylogistics.blogspot.com/"&gt;Large Family Logistics &lt;/a&gt;and have taken away things from both. I like their systems, but could never get everything done on specific days and then by Wednesday I'd be stressed because Monday and Tuesday's cleaning tasks weren't completed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then found this &lt;a href="http://50shousewife.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-card-file-system.html"&gt;card file system &lt;/a&gt;that I loved the idea. My house keeping still leaves much to be desired and honestly if we had the money this would be the 1st thing I would hire out. Not that I mind doing it, it is just a big chunk of time that I feel could be better spent with family and friends. Anyhow, what I like about the card system is that I broke my chores down into Daily, Weekly by room, Monthly by room and extras. I did not assign a specific day, week or Month. Then I'm not behind. Well, at least not on paper and for someone with the OCD list obsessions I seem to have, this is very freeing. The goal is to make it thru all the daily and one room of weekly tasks a day, but if I don't make it thru them all I just pick up where I left off and then move that card to the back of the section when I'm done. Saves me the thought process of what do I do? And where do I start? I wish I could view the house and just run thru and just do, but for some frustrating reason my brain does not work like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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I have to admit I was taken aback. "Of course" was my answer. But inside my head was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whirling&lt;/span&gt;. I hadn't thought about this ever before. In all honestly no. NO I was not enjoying my children at this point in life. I was exhausted, frustrated and annoyed most of the time. I had stooped to only bossing and yelling and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;refereeing&lt;/span&gt; the kids as they were bossing and yelling. I was sick. This was not the mom I wanted to be. But I didn't know how to break the cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guidance&lt;/span&gt; from some other much better skilled moms we made it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But I find myself back at that point again recently. Which frustrates me even more because God is doing some awesome things in our lives, yet the core of my life, what I do...mothering...feels like a failure. I am not one of those moms that is gifted with motherly loving wisdom and always knows the right thing to say or do. Which also causes stress. I look at the clock now as I'm typing and it is 11:11. A friend refers to that as a time when God is saying a little reminder that He loves us. I know He Loves Me. So why is it so difficult for me to really LOVE my own children unconditionally at times? Why is it difficult for me to just enjoy them &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt;? It's not that I don't love them, but what kind of mom gets so frustrated with her kids? What causes these little day in and day out pieces of life to feel overwhelming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations. My inconsistency to follow up or follow through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a book that made a huge life change in my parenting with Brian and I am devouring it again with Wyatt. I guess I'm a slow learner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat reading I came across this paragraph and as I let the words sink in the tears just stung my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes parents know what to do, but are simply unwilling to do it. They expect their children to behave perfectly with little or no effort on their part. Or they expect their children to just stay out of the way while they proceed with their lives as if their children didn't exist. They let their ambitions, housework, or hobbies come a higher priority than parenting, and they begin to view their children as annoying interruptions. This attitude &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;guarantees&lt;/span&gt; failure, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frustration&lt;/span&gt;, and anger. Only by reordering priorities and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recognizing&lt;/span&gt; that parenting is a highly demanding, full &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; job will there be any hope for decent results and the absence of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frustration&lt;/span&gt;. Give up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; else if necessary, and undertake the world's most important and fulfilling job to the best of your ability. Expect it to be a demanding job at times, but look forward to the challenge instead of resenting it. Parenting will be fa less &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt; if you learn how to do it well, and if it is not competing with everything else for your time and attention."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "And so, as those who have been chosen of God, holy and beloved, put on a heart of compassion , kindness, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;humility&lt;/span&gt;, gentleness and patience..." Col 3:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me keep my priorities your priorities.  Help me to be a loving gentle mom and consistent so that life is not unfair or frustrating for the little ones either.  Give us a renewal as Spring is here.  Allow for time to just be a family and grow in relationship.  Give me wisdom Lord and may my own shortcomings be wiped from their memory of youth.  Grant me an unending supply of love and grace for these blessings so that they may see You &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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I know that most people would not be impressed with this 100 year old home, but we loved it. The kids knew it as home and even though we saw the hand of God on us during that difficult time, we still ached &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we drove by. The kids still asked when we'd move home, getting upset that no one was taking care of the yard, feeling like they "lost a friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Sunday I had a vision of a specific couple buying the house and renting to us, but that's not something you call and ask someone to do. Two days later, this same contractor called us and asked if we were interested in moving back home. A couple days after that, he called back and his offer was accepted on our home and he closes March 26&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had supper with them and we are doing a lease to own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am overwhelmed. Literally weak. I feel like this is a big deal and want it to be special in the way of announcement. I thought about sending out welcome home cards with our new address or have a open house &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt; and house blessing. I want to "speak of the glorious splendor of His majesty and wonderful works". God is a God that gives and takes away and is the God of restoration. He does things that are impossible for us to accomplish so that He will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;glorified&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no coincidences so what do you call it when the house was suppose to sell 4 other times and hasn't and then 1 year to the date we get to move back in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, while we were living there previously we had a bad experience with the neighbor boy and he was no longer welcome to come over. A couple of weeks ago, a friend said he had moved. While it just seemed like information then, it seems like one more preparation for our return to be welcome and safe now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with any old house there are always projects to complete, but this time I'll be thankful to finish painting that room I was in the middle of, thankful for the yard work, and thankful to patch that floor. This will be the 1st time since we drove away that last time, that I won't feel like we are trespassing when we drive by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just amazed. But neither would I give this year back. My husband has softened and his faith renewed. The kids got to see The church in action by way of the body of Christ. They also had a difficult and hurtful experience but got to see God be there at every turn and now will see Him do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Israelites&lt;/span&gt; having their tent mindset and continuing the tradition of taking their families every year for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;week&lt;/span&gt; to camp out to remind them that their homes are just temporal, we can live anywhere. And I kind of view this home we've been in this last year as just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still praying that if at anytime this is not the direction we are to travel, that the doors will shut. I know the other couple is praying about it as well. The bank has stated that they are not taking the house off the market until the final papers are signed as they are waiting for better offers to come along and have a right to back out at any time. We feel at peace and know that God is in the midst and in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am overjoyed and feel so humble that He continues to love us in tangible ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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I thought each family only had one of "those" kids that they had to worry about.  But I'm beginning to think it's just &lt;a href="http://suzannegriffin.blogspot.com/2007/05/prose-about-my-precious-sweet-little.html"&gt;boys&lt;/a&gt; in general. I refuse to believe I'm the only one so lucky to get two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who did this?!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431925113067336802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S2ITHFrm9GI/AAAAAAAAAaI/102q1wpusBY/s400/IMG_1376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431925120980774018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S2ITHjKUbII/AAAAAAAAAaQ/GdGIzxepsMQ/s400/IMG_1375.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is Sharpie marker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431925617469707714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S2ITkcugVcI/AAAAAAAAAag/bPSsqfprSBs/s400/sharpie+ear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used the Sharpie like a Q-Tip in BOTH ears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been trying to clean out his ears the best he'll allow.  So with all the ear and QTip chatter this week, we decided to play a little joke on Allen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cut a Q-Tip in half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431926613183864002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S2IUeaDQnMI/AAAAAAAAAbA/4pU15bKmPyY/s400/IMG_1381.JPG" /&gt; Then Gabby just barely held it in her ear and asked him, "Do you think I have this in too far?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431926604522490338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S2IUd5yOieI/AAAAAAAAAa4/cdPCaw37Be8/s400/IMG_1382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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Your sweet, precious little boy? or your ugly, fat, old, mean husband?&lt;br /&gt;Allen: You realize I'm sitting right here don't you son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: I know how to speak Spanish&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Yep, just add a "O" or "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ilda&lt;/span&gt;" to the end of everything. Taco, burrito, enchilada, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheesilda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chipilda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friendo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to Gabby sweeping the kitchen last week.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; doing?&lt;br /&gt;Gabby: I'm eight. It's time for me to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wonderful&lt;br /&gt;And she was been sweeping the kitchen every day since. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Mom drive faster!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I can't, they'll pull me over and throw me in jail&lt;br /&gt;(quiet pondering)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Will they literally "throw" you into jail? or just "put" you in jail. Because if they are just going to "put" you in jail that won't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: MOM! MOM! Look how much I've grown in just 1 day!!!!! Yesterday when I stood right here I could only see a little bit of my head in the mirror and today...wall la! I can see my chest!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (Kiss) That's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell him that the mirror had slipped down and was just sitting there and no longer hanging on the wall. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were playing with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playdough&lt;/span&gt;. The girls of course were making little cakes and decorating them and pretending to own a cake shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian was making killer King Cobras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Some of these were on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; already)&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Mom, sorry you are close to a nervous breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby: If I were a fly, would I be a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;maget&lt;/span&gt; or a fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby: For Christmas I want a switchblade knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: For Christmas I want a tuxedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby: Are beans really the musical fruit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby: Have you ever killed someone?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian: Mom, I'm SO sorry, I didn't know the bathroom sink would fill up that fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makensie&lt;/span&gt;: I was being really nice to Wyatt and sucked all the sour stuff over the outside of his candies for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where would you like to go for vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Gabby: Africa&lt;br /&gt;Brian: The junkyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabby: God gave me the gift of being able to make underarm farts because I wanted to do it so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing Brian walk out of the bathroom naked Gabby yells: That's just GREAT! 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I found this 1952 gem of a book on Costmotology at the local print shop for 10cents. I picked it up for my sister Debi and held onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428654727760804882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1Z0tnBtfBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/W91nbBouRzw/s400/IMG_1301.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tore out all the pages (I'm sure &lt;a href="http://trishyoumans.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trish&lt;/a&gt; and other teachers and library enthusiast across the land are passing out right about now;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428654731547303634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1Z0t1Ie3tI/AAAAAAAAAZw/jOOIPJiQ_xw/s400/IMG_1302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added a little matching fabric and some handles and duh da.... I'm sure Debi will love it when I remember to bring it do her as I forgot it at Christmas! rrrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428654741126346098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1Z0uY0TdXI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/0-T6qFEaE5U/s400/IMG_1305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I made aprons. &lt;a href="http://wendyjanelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wendy&lt;/a&gt; had several apron tutorials on her site and I was blessed enough to have &lt;a href="http://suzannegriffin.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-live-life-thats-not-boring.html"&gt;a great yard sale day &lt;/a&gt;last fall and found several square dance dresses for a quarter each. I made these into some rather cute aprons if I might say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428632804947330354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZgxiLrBTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/DSG6tn-Vfa4/s400/IMG_1306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428632829528737586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1Zgy9wVhzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/JXag3WbhxyI/s400/IMG_1309.JPG" /&gt;Then I added iron on monograms for everyone. The 1st one I attempted was for my sister Gina. "G" for Gina. However, you'll notice that not only did I manage to iron it on upside down, I figured out later (by way of Gabby informing me of my mistake) that the pretty dot in the middle was suppose to be a period that I cut out to use seperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428632819739040578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZgyZSSm0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/cfGA4uQCfV8/s400/IMG_1308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there were these coasters. I took glass from the shop and had the &lt;a href="http://griffinglassar.com/"&gt;glass man &lt;/a&gt;sand down the corners and edges for me in exchange for a couple extra kisses. And decoupaged (with &lt;a href="http://tipnut.com/decoupage-paste/"&gt;homemade decoupage paste&lt;/a&gt;) scrapbook paper on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428633580238540450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZheqXgDqI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ohAUi0jmC94/s400/IMG_1313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made &lt;a href="http://www.thespringerlebaker.com/"&gt;springerale cookies&lt;/a&gt;, (my didn't look as great as this link, but I did get to use my SU stamps) homemade caramels (fabulous!), orange julius cookies, Chai Tea mix, hot chocolate mix, puppy treats (in the shape of cats) &amp;amp; jello spritz cookies with the press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Christmas lunch with Allen's family. It was nice, Kathy is a terrific cook and I always enjoy hanging out with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428633584050906274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1Zhe4kcJKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/hSXCFD8CV6Q/s400/our+family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Allen's mom and dad with all the Grandkids. We took photos of each family and all the grandkids in less than 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428633590514281282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZhfQpba0I/AAAAAAAAAYo/88irp-6KBYI/s400/IMG_1324.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to my folks for Christmas night. The next day we started family photos in a more professional atmosphere and it lasted almost 4? hours. And Adina (talented sister in law with an eye for good shots) is going to post those soon...right? I thought all the guys were going to loose it. They had to dress up and wait for the girls to primp and do hair and pose and kids were starting to fuse. It lost it's fun quickly for Allen, but I'm sure once we get the photos back, it will be well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've mentioned before what a great host my mom is. Every holiday gets a big deal made out of it. I stayed up late Christmas night helping finish pies with her in the kitchen. It is always nice to go "home". She always has a huge spread anytime we go home and the house is always decorated. The entire sunroom was filled with pies, candies, desserts, chips, dips, manicotti. Every year, she makes bon bons and my favorite pie ever, sour cream raisin. My dad makes several different batches of homemade fudge. We got in an afternoon of Bunco as well. We love playing games and it is fun as the grandkids are getting old enough to play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every room at my parent's house has a decorated tree. This is the guest bathroom, and she has mini shampoos, soaps, etc hung on for decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428635511439997522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZjPEpzulI/AAAAAAAAAZI/JsqIfsftmhw/s400/IMG_1331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the tree in Allen and I's suite.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428635505539320242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZjOuq-ibI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Ejrtz0USqQE/s400/IMG_1329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the little bathroom tree in our bathroom, also decorated with bathroom goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428633596946750850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZhfonDHYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/zNV1wPurgD0/s400/IMG_1327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the tree in the toy room with all the homemade and odds and ends ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428633606707717666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZhgM-PpiI/AAAAAAAAAY4/WoIx3NtJezU/s400/IMG_1328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't even take any of the trees upstairs. Some day mom....I'll make you proud, but this year the kids were lucky I got a tree up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa comes every year to Grandma Connies and brings gifts for all the little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428635516252308834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZjPWlJxWI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/lmziwftc0Bc/s400/IMG_1345.JPG" /&gt;And this year he brought a six pack for all the big boys as well. :) Yes, at Christmas. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZjcRIaQ-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/_uX5qSv5sTs/s1600-h/IMG_1346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428635738127877090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZjcRIaQ-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/_uX5qSv5sTs/s400/IMG_1346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is Wyatt helping the other "babies" as he calls them eat all the gummy bears that were left unattended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZjP1fUSAI/AAAAAAAAAZY/wGUJ7tZeCMU/s1600-h/IMG_1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428635524549330946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZjP1fUSAI/AAAAAAAAAZY/wGUJ7tZeCMU/s400/IMG_1348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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She felt really good about what she achieved. She is graceful and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428611158691345506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZNFjmE9GI/AAAAAAAAAVI/qcmBjTyrG-s/s400/IMG_1270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so thankful for her teacher, Miss Anna, as she has done a wonderful job instructing the girls and helping them to appreciate and use their bodies to glorify the Lord. And thankful that Miss Anna is offering this to our home school group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428612705376882514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZOflcpT1I/AAAAAAAAAVY/JL5HDdhMF3g/s400/IMG_1273.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated afterwards with &lt;a href="http://www.eurekapizza.com/pizza/"&gt;Pizza&lt;/a&gt; and a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428612701523042610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZOfXF0YTI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FkmB6CFIclo/s400/IMG_1269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had round 2 of the &lt;a href="http://www.keepersofthefaith.com/category/KeepersClubs"&gt;Keepers of the Home &lt;/a&gt;with using royal icing to decorate Christmas Cookies. Once again thank you to Miss Kathryn for opening her home to a great group of kids and the mess that comes with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 368px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428614193461837042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZP2M_vvPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/7buL4SldgIw/s400/IMG_1276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought it would be fun to make a gingerbread house but was pretty intimidated with it. So we bought a $7 kit at WM this year and were pleased and plan to make it a tradition and maybe even make our own gingerbread next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428615791353747634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZRTNm3WLI/AAAAAAAAAVw/jdfFI7YVmeM/s400/IMG_1285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sugar Overload.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428615792856045026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZRTTNCleI/AAAAAAAAAV4/BXUzmgzke30/s400/close+house.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our stockings (that my aunt Helen custom made for us) all hung by the fireplace with care, with hopes that the kids don't have nightmares from the wall of death above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428616477659443410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZR7KS5MNI/AAAAAAAAAWA/DW2Wg36W96A/s400/IMG_1299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to share this photo of Brian. He was having a donut and coffee (yes I give my kids coffee, and they have even shown up at the local Mothering group with a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup of it and I don't feel quilty...much.) He went and got the newspaper, mind you he can't read yet, to look at and be a "real man". I don't know where this came from because Allen doesn't drink &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; or read:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428615135886250194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZQtDzPENI/AAAAAAAAAVo/opfMjgzjOZw/s400/IMG_1282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated with friend for her birthday. (That's the cake to the left of me that I made for her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428617133729462946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZShWWLOqI/AAAAAAAAAWI/kwG-TVKmrNI/s400/adelia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kansas and enjoyed some snow! (I realize this isn't a great photo to show fun in the snow like the 4 foot drifts out in the country would have been, but it just then dawned on me to take one.)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428617726146600338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZTD1RbXZI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Qhbbtm8yZBc/s400/IMG_1353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian asked for a tuxedo for christmas....???....Aunt Gina bought him a shirt and tie...which he LOVES and has worn several times now for any reason he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428627837394642178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZcQYm0ZQI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/17k_waHQGu0/s400/IMG_1359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the card that Gabby made me for my birthday. She drew the cat and cut her out. She loves art. She was blessed with art lessons for her birthday (thank you Aunt Gina) from &lt;a href="http://richdavis1.wordpress.com/"&gt;Rich Davis &lt;/a&gt;when he taught the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; group this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428627828514532738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZcP3horYI/AAAAAAAAAXI/9X6s7cFLJg0/s400/IMG_1355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makensie&lt;/span&gt; had 11 inches cut off her hair, by Aunt Debi. We are going to donate it to &lt;a href="http://http//www.pantene.com/en-US/beautiful_lengths.jspx"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pantene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428620768052017650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZV05QMefI/AAAAAAAAAWw/TBqnBlEroeY/s400/IMG_0821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428621664364312434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZWpERst3I/AAAAAAAAAW4/OLPDkyQirgk/s400/makensie+short+hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course now that she no longer has long hair a friend informed me of &lt;a href="http://www.princesshairstyles.com/"&gt;this site &lt;/a&gt;for hair styles for girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Gabby let me practice on her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZXcoxi4II/AAAAAAAAAXA/-Dpc9d-WJVY/s1600-h/IMG_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428622550334890114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/S1ZXcoxi4II/AAAAAAAAAXA/-Dpc9d-WJVY/s400/IMG_1362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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I read thru my post from last year on "&lt;a href="http://suzannegriffin.blogspot.com/2009/01/story-of-us.html"&gt;The Story of Us&lt;/a&gt;", and there really isn't more I can add except to the list of things I love about Allen. I know I give him grieve but only because we he knows I'm just giving him a hard time. He has been my friend when I felt there were no others. He is the love of my life and I'm so thankful for the gift that the Lord gave me in him. And in him I find it all the more sweeter for all that I had to endure to find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He really tries to get me anything I even mention I might like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He has way more patience with me than I deserve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He makes me feel safe. I know we could survive in the wilderness indefinitely.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421806437538225442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/Sz4gOp5kXSI/AAAAAAAAAUY/juM15JO-dZc/s400/IMG_0661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421805687257164946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/Sz4fi-4n7JI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/QwFq_XvmIuU/s400/IMG_0558.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He touches my back gently almost every time he walks by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He isn't afraid of wearing the pants and knows he is the leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He has grown so much this past year thru many trials and came out shining brighter than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He is a good man, good father and good husband when he didn't have a good example growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He loves being self-employed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421808061946686626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/Sz4htNSubKI/AAAAAAAAAUo/1mj9gtvXiqY/s400/IMG_1173.JPG" /&gt; -He lays down his life and wants for the best of the family most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-His skin is weathered from working out in the bitter cold and scorching heat year round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He takes the kids with him to work when he can.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421806793735841042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/Sz4gjY1spRI/AAAAAAAAAUg/g6k8Lxk22tA/s400/IMG_0729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-If he's late, I don't have to worry about where he is, just if he's ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He loves it when I don't dress up or wear make-up but tells me how pretty I am when I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He doesn't care if I've spent the day playing with the kids rather than picking up house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He won't allow there to be questions and doubts about us homeschooling. He is 100% in favor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He is a command man and knows what he wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He is a stable man and doesn't make rash decisions or emotional ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He wears Cowboy Cut Wranglers, long sleeve button up shirts and boots better than anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He loves to help others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When he gives without receiving a thank you, he lets it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When he is wronged or hurt by others, he lets it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He would gladly give his life for us and be proud to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-He chooses to do the right thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Allen. Thank you for loving me for all this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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I have not feared getting older, but I am shocked to think about the fact that I am so close to 40 yet I do not feel as wise and mature as I thought I would at this age. I still feel like the 20 something most days until I walk in front of a mirror and don't recognize the reflection of myself. While I am not jumping for joy at the loss of my younger figure, I am thankful that the lifestyle of the 20 year old is long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is already proving to be a much better birthday than &lt;a href="http://suzannegriffin.blogspot.com/2008/12/momma-trauma-and-drama.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt;. Allen remembered and had a nice gift card for me to pick out something of my choice. Gabby is making blueberry pancakes, Wyatt slept with me last night (I know, not a good thing usually...but this child will rarely snuggle, let alone give a kiss and I got to kiss and snuggle him all night without resistance.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time of year, I know there are a lot of goals being made as New Year's approaches. I am right there with ya.  I don't have any huge, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;life changing, world saving &lt;/span&gt;goals. We just go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; every possible area and do a double check. What's working? What can we do better? Where do we hope to be at this time next year? I love it. Allen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pacifies&lt;/span&gt; me by just listening and adding the occasional "sounds good" in between bites. If we go out to eat I take my little journal of goals and chat while he is entertained with some good food and no kids &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interrupting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found myself asking several times this past year, "Lord, what is my purpose?" I had such grand plans of wealth and success and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;celebritism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at one point in my life. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; thought that by now my name would be in lights as the next Martha Stewart. However, over time, year by year, rather than having become famous, I have drifted into that invisible little world that engulfs many of us moms. That laying down our lives to have the time to invest in those little people. Running to ballet lessons, co-op, friends houses, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt;. Most of my day is spent teaching them to be equipped with knowledge and wisdom and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;refereeing&lt;/span&gt; fights and cleaning up messes. I have laid down my life for my husband to pursue his dream of his business and take on the office work that he did not enjoy or have time to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very little of my life reflects Martha's in any way. In fact, if she saw my skills she would probably send me a charity gift subscription.  I am thankful to just get the floor swept, let alone have the time to cut a fresh lemon, which I wouldn't have because I didn't plant a lemon tree in the hand made terracotta pot, that I covered in moss seed, in half to help bleach the grout. We don't have a beautifully set table, and are just happy if everyone gets glass not paper plates and that I don't find something warming in the microwave after supper has been finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have many plans and goals for our lives. And &lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Proverbs+16%3A3&amp;amp;version1=51"&gt;Proverbs&lt;/a&gt; tells us to commit our actions to the Lord and our plans will succeed. And just a few &lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Proverbs+16%3A9&amp;amp;version1=49"&gt;verses later &lt;/a&gt;we are told that even though we plan our way, God directs our steps. Most plans for my life didn't change overnight, but as God directed my steps along the path, my plans have changed, my mind has changed, my heart has changed. To no longer want success for myself based on what the world deems successful. My heart wants my life to be deemed good by the One who matters most. For my family to feel loved and cared for. For friends and relationships in my life to be uplifted from knowing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I am filled enough daily with Him that I can continue to pour out to those I love. Someday if I'm signing books at Borders, that will be exciting. But if my life continues to be me hoping that I could just get a shower and leave the house just to stand in the back of the line waiting for a signature from Sarah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Palin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, than that is the role I'll fill. Lord direct my steps, bless our goals as we commit this year to you and protect us from anything that is not in our best interest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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Of course it was the day after the Christmas Workshop, so I was a little busy last week.  We didn't do anything extravagant, but thankfully there were other ladies with ideas and common sense thinking to lead the way.  We went with a theme of Children are a gift from the Lord.  By Saturday morning, the float wasn't decorated, we didn't have hay bales for sitting and we didn't have a banner or even the paint in hand to make the banner.  It was getting a little uncomfortable and quite honestly with the freezing wind, this was the 1st time I considered calling it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it all came together, hay and paint was found, someone generously painted the sign so I didn't have to bend over....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at @5:00 was the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time I considered calling it off.  There were only 3 of us families at the float and since the idea was to hopefully share with the community how many of us there are....3 families didn't seem impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once again, it all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;suddenly&lt;/span&gt; came together as people started showing up from every direction.  I believe with parents and kiddos, we had close to 70 people.  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We had 50 kids signed up to complete 10 projects each in 2 hours.  It was so much fun.  I am so thankful to all the ladies to helped make this happen.  And my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;Table #1:  Sugar Scrubs&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/SyEc7QvRPHI/AAAAAAAAASY/rzykpb7a8HE/s1600-h/IMG_1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413640031507135602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/SyEc7QvRPHI/AAAAAAAAASY/rzykpb7a8HE/s400/IMG_1235.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Table #2: CD Sleeves decorated for holding large cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/SyEc7Efwn7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/PbVQLgr3LsI/s1600-h/IMG_1237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413640028220858290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/SyEc7Efwn7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/PbVQLgr3LsI/s400/IMG_1237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Table #3: Individual packets of Hot Cocoa.  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It's been a long time since I had time to sit and write.  Our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; Co-op classes are finished for this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;semester&lt;/span&gt; which is bitter sweet.  I'll miss the girls, but have a little more time and freedom in the week.  My vacuum broke, but we were able to get a great deal on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt; in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hila&lt;/span&gt; System.  Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt my back over Thanksgiving vacation and have no idea what is wrong, although my kids are getting really good at picking things up off the floor for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just finished a Christmas Workshop for the Elementary aged kids in our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; group.  I had 10 projects, 50 kids, 2 hours and $110.  It went rather smooth and I was so pleased with the outcome that I'm sure we'll do it again next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Christmas parade which also came together in the end.  At 10am we had no idea where to get hay, had no banner made, no paint to make the banner...it was looking rather hopeless, but God is good and it all worked out and with kids and parents all together I think we had close to 70 walking/riding in the parade to represent our little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allen called me yesterday afternoon and said to have the kids ready to go to the sitters and myself gussied up in 1 1/2 hours that he was taking me out for the night.  We dropped the kids off at a blessed friends house and then headed to Eureka Springs, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;albeit&lt;/span&gt; for a measure on a job, we did get to drive around and look at the lights and then enjoyed supper at Red Lobster on the way home.  It was nice to have some quiet time with just my hubby and celebrate our 11 year Anniversary a little early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of several friends that have recently or are currently facing a spiritual attack from the enemy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; words.  Our words are powerful.  A house divided cannot stand and he knows that by dividing the house of The Lord that he wins.  We have to be on guard to not let &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; use us as his personal vessel to spill venom.  I'm reading a book called, "He Loves Me!" And came across this passage this morning that is just very real to me for the very reason it stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A lie Expertly Placed"&lt;br /&gt;"All it took for the enemy to wreak such havoc in God's innocent creation was to use a well-placed lie to drive a wedge between Eve and her Creator.  If you've ever been the victim of such a lie, you know how devastating it can be."&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing is more dangerous than taking that which is clearly true to prove a point that is not.  Mixing a little lie with a lot of truth is like hiding cyanide in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kool&lt;/span&gt;-Aid.  You cannot tell it's there until you drink it, but by then it is too late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying that you all are enjoying this busy season and remembering why we are celebrating.  Many blessing to each of you this day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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Rub a small amount of oil olive on your hands and try to open a door knob.  How easy is it to turn the knob with oily hands?  How do your hands feel?  Smooth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another experiment that you’ll have to check with mom 1st on.  Take a small area of the kitchen floor that is clean.  Put some oil in a spot and rub it in.&lt;br /&gt;How does it look?&lt;br /&gt;Shinny?  Bright?  Sprarkling clean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful, but what happens when you try to walk on it?&lt;br /&gt;What would happen to someone unaware of the oil if they walked across the floor?&lt;br /&gt;How can a strange woman’s mouth be like this slippery floor?&lt;br /&gt;It can appear all shinny and nice, but one can slip and fall and be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wormwood?  Look it up in the dictionary, see what you can find out.&lt;br /&gt;It is a plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it used?&lt;br /&gt;The plant's characteristic odor can make it useful for making a plant spray against pests. In the practice of &lt;a title="Companion planting" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Companion_planting"&gt;companion planting&lt;/a&gt;, because of the secretions of its roots, it exerts an inhibiting effect on the growth of surrounding plants, thus weeds. It can be useful to repel insect &lt;a title="Larva" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Larva"&gt;larvae&lt;/a&gt; but it need only be planted on the edge of the area of cultivation. It has also been used to repel &lt;a title="Flea" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flea"&gt;fleas&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Moth" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moth"&gt;moths&lt;/a&gt; indoors.  It is an ingredient in &lt;a title="Bitters" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bitters"&gt;bitters&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure wormwood oil is very poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "wormwood" comes from &lt;a title="Middle English" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Middle_English"&gt;Middle English&lt;/a&gt; "wormwode" or "wermode". The form "wormwood" is influenced by the traditional use as a cure for intestinal worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this plant is so powerful that just associating with it’s roots, can kill other plants, it repels insects and even strong enough to kill worms in our bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could the results of associating with a strange woman be as “bitter as wormwood?”&lt;br /&gt;Just by associating and rubbing shoulders and roots with a woman such as this, it could inhibit our growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the purpose of the double edge sword?&lt;br /&gt;Make 2 swords out of cardboard.  On one of them, color one edge of the sword red and on the double edged sword, color both edges red.  Now invite a daring sibling or parent to a sword fight.  Use the singe edge sword 1st and give your opponet the double edged sword.  When you have the double edged sword, you can only hit your opponent with the red edge to be effective.   Now on the next battle you use the double edged sword.  Which sword was easier to fight with?  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we use the double edged sword, you do not have to manuver the hand or concentrate on the edge of the sword but only on striking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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Meditate on each phrase and answer each question. Ask for your parents’ opinions about each question, too. They may see you differently than you are able to see yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 7:5, 21 “flattereth with her words”, “much fair speech”, “flattering of her lips”&lt;br /&gt;i. Am I inappropriately forward with verbal praise or open admiration of others?&lt;br /&gt;ii. Do I insincerely compliment or admire others with the purpose of manipulating them or getting their attention and favor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 7:10 “with the attire of an harlot and subtil of heart”&lt;br /&gt;i. What is my purpose in the way I choose to dress?&lt;br /&gt;ii. Do I dress attractively or do I dress to attract?&lt;br /&gt;iii. Do I seek to serve my Christian brothers and other boys and men by dressing in a manner that does not tempt them to lust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 7:11 “loud”&lt;br /&gt;i. Do I seek attention by making loud and silly remarks in the company of others?&lt;br /&gt;ii. Do I engage in loud and giddy giggling with other girls when in the company of young men?&lt;br /&gt;iii. Am I overly forward with young men, taking too much initiative in relating to them in a way that is too familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 7:11 “stubborn”&lt;br /&gt;i. Do I resist the leadership of my parents, teachers, and authorities?&lt;br /&gt;ii. Do I have a quiet and submissive spirit?&lt;br /&gt;iii. Do I insist on having my own way?&lt;br /&gt;iv. Do I choose to sin, going against what I know to be right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 7:11 “her feet abide not in her house”&lt;br /&gt;i. What is my attitude toward home? Do I enjoy being there?&lt;br /&gt;ii. Do I seek ways to avoid being at home?&lt;br /&gt;iii. Am I bored, restless, or discontent when home?&lt;br /&gt;iv. Am I using my time at home in profitable pursuits that serve others and help me mature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 7:13 “an impudent face” Proverbs 6:25 “take thee with her eyelids”&lt;br /&gt;i. Does my countenance reflect a submissive spirit or a stubborn, self-serving spirit?&lt;br /&gt;ii. Do I express my resistance to authority with my countenance?&lt;br /&gt;iii. Do I use my eyes and mouth as a means of flirting with young men?&lt;br /&gt;iv. Am I forward and pushy with young men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 7:16 “decked [her] bed with coverings of tapestry, with carved works, with fine linen of Egypt” and Proverbs 7:17 “perfumed [her] bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon”&lt;br /&gt;i. Do I seek to appeal to the physical senses of young men in ways that do not bring glory to God?&lt;br /&gt;ii. Do I seek to draw the attention of others to myself with an over-emphasis on makeup, perfumes, jewelry, and clothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 7:19 “For the Goodman is not at home, he is gone a long journey.”&lt;br /&gt;i. What do I do when my parents are not at home?&lt;br /&gt;ii. What do I do when I am not under the direct oversight of my parents or other authority?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 7:22 “He goeth after her straightway.”&lt;br /&gt;i. Am I testing my ability to succeed in attracting the attention of men to myself?&lt;br /&gt;ii. Do I make a “game” of conquering young men, gaining their attentions for my own selfish satisfaction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 2:17 “Forsaketh the guide of her youth, and forgetteth the covenant of her God.”&lt;br /&gt;i. Am I stepping out from under the authority of Scripture and my parents?&lt;br /&gt;ii. 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This is the week of getting into the "mud" so to speak with the scriptures and the comparisons between the pig and the foolish woman.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the Pig&lt;br /&gt;Week 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold in the Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we know what the Bible says about pigs, lets learn more about gold. How is gold used in the bible? What kinds of items were made of gold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using your concordance again, study the words gold and golden. There are many, many references to gold in the Bible. You won’t be able need to study every verse in order to see many of the uses of gold. We’re simply trying to get a general idea of how gold was used in Bible times. Skim through the concordance’s brief excerpts for each verse. Many of these will be enough to tell you how the gold is being used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List all your observations.&lt;br /&gt;Review your observations and summarize what you have found. What general categories of things were made with gold? What did gold symbolize?&lt;br /&gt;Comparing your notes about pigs with your notes about gold, how appropriate is a gold ring in a pig’s nose? Why?&lt;br /&gt;So far we have learned about earrings (or nose rings), beauty, discretion, pigs and gold in the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the attached chart in part 1, “The Pig and the Fool.” We will compare a gold ring in a pig’s snout with a beautiful woman who has no discretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are the pig and the woman alike?&lt;br /&gt;Read the descriptions and verses indicated on the chart, and note, in the right hand column, how each relates to the beautiful woman without discretion.&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 of the chart will help you compare the traits that pigs and foolish women share. The top half of the chart examines Biblical passages about pigs and compares those with scripture’s description of the fool.&lt;br /&gt;Part 3 of the chart deals with commonly recognized characteristics of pigs, and compares those with the Bible’s description of the fool.&lt;br /&gt;After completing the chart, summarize your observations.&lt;br /&gt;Review what you have learned in this study, and write a brief summary below. How is a beautiful woman without discretion like a gold ring in a pig’s snout?&lt;br /&gt;Examine your own life. Are there ways in which you are behaving like a pig?&lt;br /&gt;In what ways are you demonstrating a lack of discretion?&lt;br /&gt;List specific areas in which you need to change, share this list with your parents, pray for God’s help, and commit to actions that will help you g&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;row in wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;Pick out a few Bible verses that focus on the areas you need to change and commit to memorizing 1 new verse each week.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to do additional studying, study the word fool. What is he? How does he act? What are the results of his foolishness? How, specifically, does the foolish woman behave? List the ways in which you are acting like the fool, and resolve to engage in activities that will help you become a woman of wisdom and discretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And because I have no idea how to add an excel spreadsheet, pretend the following is)&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;Gold Ring in Pig's Nose/ Reference/ Beautiful Woman Without Discretion&lt;br /&gt;Out of place, inappropriate/ Ezekiel 28:17 /(Fill in your observation)&lt;br /&gt;On animal that is heading for death /Proverbs 21:16 /"&lt;br /&gt;Wasted; ring could be of value to someone else/ Proverbs 12:15/ "&lt;br /&gt;Of no value to pig/ Proverbs 21:20/ "&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't improve the  appeal of the pig /1 Peter 3:3-4 /"&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't disguise the pig's "pigness"/ Proverbs 27:22 and 12:23 /"&lt;br /&gt;Covered with mud and filth /Proverbs 26:11/ "&lt;br /&gt;Pig cannot earn or purchase the ring /Psalm 100:3 /"&lt;br /&gt;Only an outward ornament /Proverbs 31:30 /"&lt;br /&gt;Anyone trying to gain the ring will have to join the pig in the mire /Proverbs 2:18-19 and 13:20 /"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pig and the Foolish Woman&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;(Pig /Reference)/ (Reference /Foolish Woman )&lt;br /&gt;(list your observations)/Leviticus 11:7 &amp;amp; Deut 14:8 / Proverbs 5:8 /(List your observations)&lt;br /&gt;" /Matthew 7:6 /Proverbs 5:3-6/ "&lt;br /&gt;" /Psalms 80:8-13/ Proverbs 14:1 and 31:3/ "&lt;br /&gt;Eats a lot/ XXXXX /Proverbs 15:14/ "&lt;br /&gt;Not selective in what it eats/ XXXXX /Proverbs 9:14-18/ "&lt;br /&gt;Knows nothing/ XXXXX /Proverbs 9:13/ "&lt;br /&gt;Never satisfied /XXXXX/ Proverbs 17:24/ "&lt;br /&gt;Noisy /XXXXX /Proverbs 18:2/ "&lt;br /&gt;Content in mire/ XXXXX/ Proverbs 15:21/ "&lt;br /&gt;Destructive in its rooting/ XXXXX/ Proverbs 12:4 and 23:28/ "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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How are gold rings like beautiful women, and how are gold rings in pigs’ snouts like beautiful women without discretion? To better understand the meaning of Proverbs 11:22, we need to do some more studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will need a concordance for this type of study.  If you have an exhaustive concordance, such as Strong’s Exhaustive Concordance, you will be using it throughout the book of studies.  Or you may go online to &lt;a href="http://www.eliyah.com/lexicon.html"&gt;http://www.eliyah.com/lexicon.html&lt;/a&gt;.  If you have a concordance in the back of your Bible, it may list some of the verses we are seeking, but may not list them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigs in the Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your concordance to look up the word swine.  Under the word swine, you will see a listing that looks like the one below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lev            11:7            the s, though he divide the hoof                        2386&lt;br /&gt;Matt            7:6            neither cast ye….pearls before s                        5519&lt;br /&gt;Etc&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;The abbreviation and numbers at the beginning of each line indicate the reference of each verse in which the word swine is used.  The words in the center of each line quote the portion of the verse that contains the word swine.  The “s” in each quote stands for the word swine.  If you are unfamiliar with standard abbreviations for the books of the Bible, refer to the list of abbreviations provided at the beginning of the concordance.&lt;br /&gt;2.      What is the first reference listed?&lt;br /&gt;3.      Read this verse.  What does it say about swine?&lt;br /&gt;4.      To fully understand this verse, you should also read the verses that precede it in the chapter, and the verses that follow it.  These verses are called the context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to overhear only one sentence in a conversation between two people, you might very well misunderstand what they were talking about.  In the same way, if you only read one Bible verse by itself, out of its context, you may misunderstand what the passage is actually saying.  Read the other verses around this verse.  Then note anything else you have learned about swine from the passage.&lt;br /&gt;5.      Look again at the concordance listing.  What is the next verse that is listed?&lt;br /&gt;6.      Read this verse and it’s context.  What does it say about swine?&lt;br /&gt;7.      Repeat numbers 5 &amp;amp; 6 for all the verses listed. (Continue to examine the context of each verse you look up as you do this study).  Note that if the listing does not include an abbreviated name of a book of the Bible.  This means that the verse is found in the same book of the Bible as the previous listing.  If the previous verse was found in Matthew, so this next verse is also found in Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;8.      When you get to the listings for Matthew 8, read the entire account given.  (Matthew 8:28-34)  Note what you learn about the swine.&lt;br /&gt;9.      Did you notice anything new about the same story of the swine in Matthew, when you read it in Mark?&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you notice about the verses from the Gospel of Luke?&lt;br /&gt;11. Now that you have learned how to use the concordance and read its listings, look up the word swine’s in your concordance.  List the references for verses that include this word.&lt;br /&gt;12. Read each of these verses, with their context, and record your observations below.&lt;br /&gt;13. Another word used in Scripture for a pig is the word boar.  Locate this word in your concordance.  List the reference of the verse that includes this word.&lt;br /&gt;14. Read the verse and record your observations.&lt;br /&gt;15. One more word that the King James Bible uses for the pig is sow.  Look this word up in your concordance, record the verse’s reference, and note your observations.&lt;br /&gt;16. Review the notes you have taken on all the verses that speak of pigs.  Summarize your finding.  What does the Bible say about pigs?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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I think I heard there were 70? students participating just this 1st year.  The kids are all enjoying it.  I am teaching a girls bible study for ages 8-13.  There are 14 young ladies in the class and I'm just falling in love with these gals.  The study we are doing is called Beauty and the Pig.  We are studying on what does God find beautiful and at the same time learning how to study the bible.  So far we are on week 3 and still on one verse.  I hope they are not getting too bored, I think as long as I keep bringing goodies each time that will help:)  This is a very timely study for me.  I have looked at the ladies in my life and see such wonderful characteristics and a love for the Lord about them.  Honestly, I'm humbled just being in their company.  I'm truly the blessed one.  I pray that as these young ladies go through this study that they will not only seek to put on the beautiful traits, but will also be able to identify the traits in others and use that as a guide for friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Week 1.  Maybe someone else would like to follow along with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the Pig Bible Study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As a jewel of gold in a swine’s snout, so is a fair woman which is without discretion.”&lt;br /&gt;(Proverbs 11:22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God paints a detailed picture of the beautiful woman who has no discretion!  What could be more out of place than a costly gold ring adorning the snout of a pig?  What could fall shorter of its purpose than that golden band as it is shoved through the mud and mire of the pigpen?  Scripture tells us that beauty in the hands of a foolish woman is just as disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this study we will examine the main words in Proverbs 11:22, seeking to gain a better understanding of the verse’s meaning.  Later, in Study Number 4, “Beauty and the drip.” We will conduct a word study, learning to use the concordance to locate words, and the concordance’s dictionaries to understand the words’ meanings.  For this first study, the appropriate verses and dictionary definitions will be provided for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hebrew word which is translated, jewel of gold in Proverbs 11:22 is often translated as “earring” in the King James Version.  The literal translation from the Hebrew, however, is “nose ring.” The nose ring had a different meaning in the Old Testament, culture than it does in our own culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of the following verses uses the exact same Hebrew word that is used in Proverbs 11:22.  Read each verse carefully and note what each one says about “earrings.”&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 24:22&lt;br /&gt;Job 42:11&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 25:12&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 3:21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you learn about “earrings” from these passages?&lt;br /&gt;The word that is translated as fair in English is the Hebrew word “&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yapheh&lt;/span&gt;.”  It comes from the root word, “&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yaphah&lt;/span&gt;” which means “to be bright.”  “&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yapheh&lt;/span&gt;” is also translated as “beautiful,” “comely,” “goodly,” “pleasant,” and “well” (as in well-favored).  The word “&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yophiy&lt;/span&gt;” is translated as “beauty” and also comes from the same root word “&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yaphah&lt;/span&gt;.”  Read each verse listed below and note how the word is used. Also list the names of all the people, places or things that are described as beautiful, fair, handsome, goodly in the verses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 12:11, 14&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 29:17&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 39:6&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 41:2, 4, 18&lt;br /&gt;1 Samuel 16:12&lt;br /&gt;a Samuel 17:42&lt;br /&gt;1 Samuel 25:3&lt;br /&gt;2 Samuel 13:1&lt;br /&gt;2 Samuel 14:25, 27&lt;br /&gt;1 Kings 1:3-4&lt;br /&gt;Esther 2:7&lt;br /&gt;Job 42:15&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 6:25&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 31:30&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:11&lt;br /&gt;Ezekiel 16:14&lt;br /&gt;Ezekiel 28:17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review your notes from Question 3 and summarize what you have learned about beauty.&lt;br /&gt;In what ways do you think a gold earring and beauty are like? &lt;br /&gt;For what purposes does the jeweler fashion the earring?&lt;br /&gt;For what purposes does God grant physical beauty?&lt;br /&gt;What responsibilities does the wearer of the gold ring have?&lt;br /&gt;What responsibilities go with the physical beauty?&lt;br /&gt;The word that is translated discretion in Proverbs 11:22 is the Hebrew word “&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;taam&lt;/span&gt;.”  It comes from a root verb that means “to taste,” or “to perceive.”  The word is most often translated as “taste,” but it is also translated “advice,” “behavior,” “decree,” “judgment,” “reason,” and “understanding.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read each verse listed below and note how the word is used.  You will need to read the verses before and after the listed passage to understand it’s context.&lt;br /&gt;Exodus 16:31&lt;br /&gt;Numbers 11:8&lt;br /&gt;1 Samuel 21:13&lt;br /&gt;1 Samuel 25:33&lt;br /&gt;Job 6:6&lt;br /&gt;Job 12:20&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 119:66&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 11:22&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 26:16&lt;br /&gt;Jonah 3:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review your notes.  What common factors do you see in how the word “&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;taam&lt;/span&gt;” is used?&lt;br /&gt;Read the following definition of discretion as it is defined in Webster’s 1828 American Dictionary of the English Language:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Prudence, or knowledge and prudence; that discernment which enables a person to judge critically of what is correct and proper, united with caution; nice discernment and judgment; directed by circumspection, and primarily regarding one’s own conduct.”&lt;br /&gt;How does this definition apply to the word discretion as it is used in Proverbs 11:22?&lt;br /&gt;Read Webster’s definition of taste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To perceive by means of the tongue; to have a certain sensation in consequence of something applied to the tongue, the organ of taste; as, to taste bread; to taste wine; to taste a sweet or an acid.”&lt;br /&gt;How does this definition apply to the word discretion as it is used in Proverbs 11:22?&lt;br /&gt;As we learned in Question 3, the Bible uses a word for beautiful that means “to be bright,” Read Ecclesiastes 8:1.  What does is say about wisdom and physical beauty?&lt;br /&gt;*Read Proverbs 1:1-9.  What is the purpose of the Book of Proverbs?  How does this relate to the discretion that young ladies should possess?&lt;br /&gt;Outline a specific plan that will help you grow in your ability to make wise judgments.  How will you know how to behave in a proper way?  How will you choose the correct way to respond to different situations throughout the day?  Will you choose to read God’s Word for a specific amount of time each day?  Will you study a particular topic in the Bible that could lead you to greater wisdom?  Will you ask your parents for more guidance?  Will you listen to authorities more carefully and obey them more diligently?  Share your plan with someone that will help hold you accountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Indicates a good scripture and discussion for young men to participate in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For further study:&lt;br /&gt;* Study the story of Rebekah in Genesis 24.  Rebekah was a beautiful woman (Genesis 29:17) whose actions reflected her discreet and humble spirit.  She was also given the same kind of gold ring that the pig in Proverbs 11:22 wears.  What can you learn about beauty and discretion from Rebekah’s example?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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It just reminded me again of God's perfect timing. We are in a time that there is a spiritual battle front and present. I pray that we all protect ourselves and not let our tongues be used to do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;satan's&lt;/span&gt; work. Protect yourself against being an open vessel. We know that in the end times family and close friends and the "church" being the entire body of believers will fall into pharisee like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;characteristics&lt;/span&gt;. Satan wants to divide and conquer, but we have a power bigger than that available to us. Stay in the word, stay in Christ, fight the good fight. Feel the burning in your muscles as you push through to that finish line. The closer we get to the end times, we will see good people fall and mislead and become false teachers. This is the time to know the scriptures, to know Jesus. So that you can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; the truth. This is the time when the emptiness of the non-believers will be searching and they will either find HIM through us or find reason to not want to know Him. Let us not be the reason another falters. II Tim 3:12 "In fact, everyone who wants to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted." Be prepared. Be joyful that we are in the midst of His plan this very second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Develop Unity by Being Yoked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As believers we are all members of the same Body “For as the body is one, and hath many members, and all the members of that one body, being many, are one body: so also is Christ” (I Corinthians 12:12). Paul reminds believers that because we are yoked together with Christ, we must learn how to “bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ” (Galatians 6:2). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting on Christ’s yoke means our love should be evidenced by our words and actions. “And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath forgiven you” (Ephesians 4:32). Jesus commanded His disciples to love one another, because “by this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another” (John 13:35).&lt;br /&gt;Conflicts with fellow believers may reveal that we are out of step with Christ and are acting on the carnal impulses of our own wills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of yoking oxen together is not to restrict their freedom, but rather to increase the potential of what they can accomplish. When two oxen are yoked together, they can pull with greater strength than either one could pull individually. The same principle is true for spiritual labors. Scripture states, “Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labour. For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow … . And if one prevail against him, two shall withstand him; and a threefold cord is not quickly broken” (Ecclesiastes 4:9–12).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the church of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Philippi&lt;/span&gt;, believers were not getting along with each other. Not only were their conflicts damaging their fellowship with one another, but their conflicts were also hindering the spread of the Gospel. Therefore, Paul reminded them that they were yoked to Christ: “I entreat thee also, true yoke-fellows, help those women which laboured with me in the gospel” (Philippians 4:3).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of harmony between believers encourages the world to reject the truth that Christ came to save them. (See John 17:21.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tendency among believers today is to be bound together by some minor doctrinal distinction rather than the bonds of Christ’s love and truth. Fellowship among ourselves then becomes a primary goal rather than being a natural by-product of teamwork in the Gospel. The result is that we miss the wonderful potential of walking with Jesus and the lasting fruit that comes from His work in our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are told to live “with all lowliness and meekness, with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;long suffering&lt;/span&gt;, forbearing one another in love” (Ephesians 4:2). This tremendous love and unity was demonstrated in the first century, as multitudes of believers were added to the Church daily. They were united in their love for the Lord and their desire to grow spiritually. They made sure that no one lacked daily provision as they sold their possessions and had all things in common. Rich fellowship and oneness of spirit were the results of this unity. (See Acts 2:41–47.) Let’s evaluate how we treat our fellow believers and purpose to show Christ’s love to one another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through Christ our Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Bill &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gothard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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My mom had given him a can of red spray paint to paint a chair outside. Red looks like blood so since it was the 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, and his friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Manix&lt;/span&gt; was over, he sprayed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Manix's&lt;/span&gt; tummy to look like they got hurt. These two boys together were just a stew of trouble waiting to be discovered. Brian would hand &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Manix&lt;/span&gt; a firecracker and light it and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Manix&lt;/span&gt; would throw it. Then the other boys uncle came and picked them up and said he heard something in the back seat and turned around in time to catch &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Manix&lt;/span&gt; and Brian trying to light a fire cracker in the back seat of the pickup. They were going to through it out the window. Thank you LORD for protecting those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my dad watched Brian for me, for just a little while for me to run to the store. When I got home my dad asked, "Did you get any green paint?" I told him, "No. Was I suppose to?" Then it hit me, "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Whyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;? What happened?" My dad &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;informed&lt;/span&gt; me, "Brian came and asked me if he could trick out my tractor and he had a small wretch in his hand and figured he couldn't do anything too bad, then all of a sudden I smelled something funny and I go over to check on him and he spray painted red flames on my John Deere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Brian's defense, he did ask and he told papa he wanted to "trick it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a puppy show up Tuesday that we would have kept if she didn't run away on Thursday. She must not have liked her food or pan I bought her. But Brian brings her inside and tells me, "Mom, look how good a dog she is, you can pull her tail and she won't even bite you or bark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mommmmmm&lt;/span&gt;! Wyatt's jumping on the trampoline. Naked. With the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mommmmm&lt;/span&gt;! Wyatt's naked peeing on the kitchen floor! (I think we have a streaker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian wiped out on some wet floor in the kitchen (not pee). "Brian, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;? Are you suppose to be running in the house?" He corrects me, "I wasn't running, I was jogging."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite. Last night we had fish for supper and Allen was looking in the frig and asked, "Do we have any tartar sauce?" And without missing a beat Brian pipes up, "Nope, but we have some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;retarter&lt;/span&gt; sauce for you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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Was the question proposed. Um, what if you are neither combination but rather a mix of the two less desirable? Pasty white and chunky. That's me. So does that mean I'm not beautiful? Guess it depends on who is doing the judging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm speaking tomorrow night for the MUMS ministry and finding myself confused over wording and decided to type it out here. I'm a much better writer than speaker. They should have wrote on the flier, "Suzanne is speaking, come at your own risk." But oh no, there is a nice little resume sorts of my past events. Oh the pressure is on. This is the 1st meeting of the year. I pray that I set a fun tone for the meetings for the rest of the year rather than me being the only one there from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also pray that beyond my own fears of making a fool or nuisance out of myself that I'll keep the goal in mind before me and that the women that come will leave changed in knowing that they are not just some planned or accidental byproduct of the parents DNA, but that God formed, designed, created them individually with all their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strengths&lt;/span&gt; and weakness alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is it we are trying to impress with our beauty? Are we trying to land that modeling job? Magazine ad? Win a man's heart? Or please our Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you right now that I do not foresee me landing a modeling job or an advertisement unless it's for representing women on the verge of insanity. Even then I would hate to put my picture out into the hands of millions to critic my every flaw, including the ones I'm not even yet been made aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we are trying to win a man's heart? Do we want to be loved for physical attributes that may never be the same over childbirth? From the time I met my husband he was very complimentary on my looks, which made it hard to not worry that I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; him when the face and body of the 20 year he fell in love took on the face of a tired mom and the body of "heavy girl" as my OB nurse so graciously pointed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we are trying to please the Lord? From everything in the scripture anytime the Lord has spoken of outward beauty He has coupled it with instruction for inward beauty. God is focused on what is inside, man is concerned with what is outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how can we please the Lord with our inside beauty? By filling ourselves with Him so he can fill us in return with the fruits of the spirit. By studying His word so we have wisdom, understanding, discretion and behavior that is honoring to Him. By being set apart and shining brightly in this dark world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Corinthians&lt;/span&gt; 4:16 tells us "Therefore, do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I challenge you as your lives are busy with school, children, meals, housework that you make the effort to find time with God daily, whether that be 10 minutes or a power hour. Become new woman who is clothed with mercy, meekness, humbleness, gentleness and a quiet spirit. It is really hard to pour grace and love into other's lives if we are empty ourselves. Remember that the beautiful woman wears Christ above all else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the story of Esther we see a young woman that is beautiful on the inside and out by God's and the world's standards. It reminds me of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cleaner&lt;/span&gt; version of Pretty Woman. An outcast young girl, just shows up out of nowhere, wins the heart of the King, triumphs over the enemy, is loved by all and lives happily ever after in the palace. Esther showed us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wisdom&lt;/span&gt; and patience in a terrible situation, all the while dealing with a difficult husband. Maybe that's why I like Esther, we have at least something in common. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about the outside? We are woman, this is a concern of ours. Is it wrong to beautify ourselves? Is it wrong to want to be pretty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not believe that is what the scriptures tell us. The 1st verse of opposition I'll rope right out of the gate is 1 Peter 3:3-4 "Your beauty should not come from outward adornment such as braided hair, wearing of gold &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt; and fine clothes. Instead it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight." On many occasions as I've been studying I found myself confused as to why something so seemingly innocent could be wrong. Much as with this verse. It is not saying that braided hair is wrong, or that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt; or nice clothes are wrong. During the time of this statement women wore their wealth. They dressed excessively to show everyone they were of value. They wanted to stand out and be set apart as more important. This verse was stating the heart issues were wrong. It was wrong to think they were beautiful because of their outward attention. It was wrong to that they were being prideful. Proverbs 27:19 "As water reflects a man's face, so a man's heart reflects the man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the women of all women, THE Proverbs 31 woman? vs 22 tells us "She was dressed in fine linen and purple." This statement didn't show any condemnation over the fact that she dressed nicely and purple was the most expensive of garments at that time. Then in verse 30 the scripture states, "Charm is deceptive and beauty if fleeting; but a woman who fears &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the Lord&lt;/span&gt; is to be praised."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther spent a year of her life at the palace spa. Can you imagine?! Esther 2:12, "For the days of their beautification were completed as follows; six months with oil and myrrh and six months with spices and cosmetics." I could go for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the master artist of beauty. I believe He appreciates and loves beauty more than anyone. He could have made only a few of each tree, flower, insect,...women. But just as each sunrise and sunset is filled with amazing detail and so are we. God is the creator of feminine beauty. Most times in the scriptures, only when someone had established themselves in spiritual truth in relation to God does its beauty become meaningful. Something is beautiful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it is pure and not praised because it is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is all in how and why we use our beauty that can make it a blessing or a sin. If we are using our beauty to entice someone or manipulate, than we have crossed the line. 1 Corinthians 10:32, "Do not cause anyone to stumble, for I am not seeking my own good but the good of many so that they may be saved." And 1 Tim 2:9-10 "I also want women to dress modestly, with decency and propriety." There is a place for dressing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;provocatively&lt;/span&gt; and that place is behind closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in any area of our life, too much of a good thing can be a bad thing. 1 Corinthians 10:31 "So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God." Do you spend as much time in the Word as you do on your appearance each day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LBK&lt;/span&gt; (Life before kids) one of my most rewarding careers, was working with women. I had acquired my certification in wardrobe, beauty and makeup consultation. I have since sold makeup for 3 different companies, just because I honestly thrived on helping women see themselves as beautiful. But I'm not a good sales person and did not like having to keep up my quotas when all I really wanted was to change these ladies lives. I used to shop just for the fun of it and teach other ladies how to also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LAK&lt;/span&gt; (Life after kids) I am just pleased to get a shower daily and have a bra on before someone drops by unexpectedly. Now my clothes shopping is often completed at the same time as the grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if you remember the show The Swan. But they took woman who viewed themselves as sadly disgusting, even they they weren't, and spent thousands of dollars many surgery and procedures to change their looks which in turn was going to change their lives. And yes the instant and amazing change on the outside will boost their confidence and allow for changes in their lives that may never have happened otherwise. However, what happens when this new beauty fades? When they gain some weight? When the wrinkles appear? Does the onset of depression set it again? When what we chase is temporal, it will never be enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psalms 139:14 expresses a thought that we women often forget, "I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;works&lt;/span&gt; are wonderful, I know that full well." Do we know that in our hearts of hearts? Do we honestly believe that God made us wonderfully? Ephesians tells us, "For we are God's workmanship created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do." We don't critique &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; workmanship that they are proud of, yet how often do we critique God's workmanship on making us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jot down 5 things you like about yourself. Now jot down 5 things you don't like about yourself. Which list was easier to make? Do you ever wish you were like someone else? Funnier, more outgoing? More organized? A better house keeper? Do you ever wish you looked like someone else? Wish you were shorter? Taller? Not so slim? Not so heavy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 Tim 6:6 tells us that, "godliness with contentment is great gain." When we make peace with how God designed us, we can look beautiful on the outside because we are happy on the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the years that I worked with women, I had my thought process much like The Swam producers. I thought if I could change the outside the inside would follow. But I had it all backwards, when we change the inside first, it shines through to change what the other person sees on the outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other case for outward beauty is for our husbands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esther 5:1-"On the 3rd day Esther put on her royal robes and stood in the inner court of the palace, in front of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;king's&lt;/span&gt; hall. The king was sitting on his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;royal&lt;/span&gt; throne in the hall, facing the entrance. When he saw Queen Esther standing in the court, he was pleased with her." Esther &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;operated&lt;/span&gt; within God&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; will in the situations and used every gift God had given her...even her outward beauty. She chose to dress up for her husband and honor him as her King even if she was not finding a love for him. Our husbands are the king of our homes. So a harder question for many of us moms is: Do you spend as much time on your appearance when expecting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;company&lt;/span&gt; as you do for your husband? God is concerned with inward beauty, but God made man, and man is visual and man is concerned with outward beauty. And just in case anyone forgot, our husbands are men. We can't all be Cindy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crawfords&lt;/span&gt;, but we can try to be pleasing to our husbands. And the only way to know what is physically appealing to your husband is to ask your husband. Not the consult the main stream media.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit that at this point in my life getting gussied sometime feels like wasted time when I do not keep in mind the why of what I'm doing. But I also know that my husband sees dozens of women daily, most looking all dressed up, putting their best foot forward, hiding any personality &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;flaws&lt;/span&gt; behind a great hair do and a sweet smelling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;perfume&lt;/span&gt;. Proverbs 23:28 warns us, "like a bandit she lies in wait and multiplies the unfaithful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;among&lt;/span&gt; men." The time to impress and fight for our husbands is before we have to because there is always someone else out there who will. Many men have fallen not because their wives were terrible but because another woman showed interest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I have a clean shirt on, a fresh spritz of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;perfume&lt;/span&gt;, a clean front room, with the smell of dinner wafting to the front door every day when Allen comes home? No. But I do try to honor him as King in our home according to the priorities that he shared as important to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have all taken tests that tell of our personality traits. Tests that tell of our spiritual gifts. Tests that tell us our best learning styles. All of which are great, but they are blind to our physical appearance. What if we have a terrific personality but are so self consciousness of our physical beauty that we avoid ever living up to our God given potential? You do not have to look like the hunchback of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Notre&lt;/span&gt; Dame to condemn yourself to hiding because of some flaw you see in yourself. Wondering if God possibly fell asleep just for a split second and had a slight of hand. Kind of like what happened when he made the hammerhead shark or the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;platypus&lt;/span&gt;. We all have something that bothers us about ourselves to some degree, whether it be physical or other. We are going to go one step further today. We are going to take a test based entirely on our physical attributes and see the personalities that it matches us to. For me, once I learned of this I knew without any further doubt that I was a complete package fashioned by my Father. This is the message I want to share with every woman in the world. That you are complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to get into details beyond just placements to see the body styles and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;personalities&lt;/span&gt; that match, but with a more setting for consultations, this information allows for you to look the complete package. From hairstyle, clothing, fabrics, prints, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accessories&lt;/span&gt;. Everything we choose can fall in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt; that balances our bodies and reflects our inside out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is always better to be a first class you than a second class knock off of someone else. Do not forfeit who you are in pursuit of playing a role that was never designed for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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Photos!</title><content type='html'>I found my camera cord. Yeah! Under the pile of papers on my desk. Ugh. I'm truely not talented at taking pictures and quite technologically challenged, so grant me grace. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of the gold fish we bought on Sunday and it died on Wednesday. Gabby brought it to me asking to dissect it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359284702877517890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/SmABCuUzCEI/AAAAAAAAALg/XgCp-Yflv6E/s320/IMG_0857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here is a photo of brave Gabby and her friend riding the Octopus at The Good Ol' Days.  You can't see their heads because as soon as the ride started her and her friend were all tucked down screaming for dear life.  The ride was stopped and while many of the onlookers found it hysterical with a pinch of great compassion.  The carny was not amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359279271172499314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/Sl_8GjpZ53I/AAAAAAAAAKo/dNmB38UGp3U/s320/IMG_0844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a picture of Makensie and Brian playing it safe on the "baby" ride as Gabby referred to it, before she rode the death trap.  &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359279280551933330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/Sl_8HGlotZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HtvlzxssQPA/s320/IMG_0846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is Wyatt with his new haircut.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359281907554921378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/Sl_-gA79K6I/AAAAAAAAALQ/iZb6XLKmhhI/s320/IMG_0972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what those black snake fireworks look like after a couple of hours of fun.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359280674316340290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/Sl_9YOw9zEI/AAAAAAAAALA/5VIIoycipFw/s320/IMG_0899.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what boys look like after playing with black snake fireworks.  Thank you Grandpa John for suggesting the idea to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359280682299403442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/Sl_9YsgRrLI/AAAAAAAAALI/GdA6omeaIaQ/s320/IMG_0898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the cannon that Grandpa John built for the 4th of July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359283987688807170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NW7NQgkx1dk/SmAAZGChWwI/AAAAAAAAALY/C1qEVIgVMBw/s320/cannon.jpg" /&gt;I do not have any  photos of the problems we had with trajectory, or the sheriff that stopped by.  Part of the success with fireworks is from the power of the blow pushing the ball of fire high into the sky.  If the tube is say, oh, I don't know, much larger than the firework, rather than the ball of flames exploding a hundred feet up in the air, it will explode at 20 feet sending scalding shrapnal your way.  Those fireworks are even prettier up close!  The bombs last year and the cannon this year.  What ever will Grandpa John make with acetylene gas next year?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;
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